C48 (1/2)

The bolt turned and vanished.

By the time I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, and I saw that it was already ten o'clock. I was sitting up like a carp, but because of my recent fatigue and the fact that I had slept so long, I almost sat down again. I turned to look at the glass. It wasn't there.

When I asked my mother, I knew that Glass had gone out to play after breakfast that morning, and that Wu Rilan had gone home.

I had to find the glass first. His quick mind might be able to help me think about what to do. He didn't know much about our village, and the only people he knew were Jouzi, Uncle Fu, and the leopard cat, so it wasn't hard to find him. So I ate some leftovers and went to the main road, because it was the only way to get to their house.

Even before I reached the road, I could see the glass from a distance, with its back to me, squatting on the big rock by the side of the road, the one I had kicked over the last time. ”I listened carefully, as if to say,” ”Piston! Piston!”

As soon as I heard about the plug, I ran over and patted him on the shoulder. ”What happened to the plug?”

Glass jumped in fright. She raised her head to look at me, then smiled and pointed towards the grass on the south side of the road and said, ”Look, these two idiots are fighting!”

The grass on the south side of the road was deep and dense, mostly artemisia and wild mint, and there was a narrow path leading up to Uncle Fu's house, which was also the way up the mountain.

I looked into the grass and was stunned. There were two people lying in the bushes. Their bodies were wrapped around each other as they struggled for their lives. Their bodies were covered in grass and mud. Judging by the attire, one of them was the bolt, while the other was pressed under the bolt, making it impossible to tell who it was.

”You're too f * cking stupid, you don't even know how to pull a frame?” I glanced at the glass and kicked at the rock beneath his feet. The glass jumped down and chuckled. ”Don't use the same trick on me a second time.”

I was so angry with the glass that I couldn't say anything. I pointed at him viciously. Then he jumped into the grass and lifted the plug out. I pulled the plug and kicked it mercilessly a few times as he yelled, ”Evil spirit, evil spirit!”

Hearing the word ”evil spirit,” my whole body jolted. I looked up into the grass and saw that the man was slowly getting up and then squatting on the ground, hugging his head and crying, so I still couldn't see what he looked like. As I brushed the grass and dirt from the plug, I said, ”What nonsense are you talking about? What evil spirit!” Then he pointed to the glass. ”Come here and wipe the mud off his mouth.” The bolt refused to let her go as it shouted, ”It's an evil spirit, an evil ghost!” He started to kick me, but I pulled him back.

Glasses walked over. Seeing the drool flowing out of the corner of his mouth and covering his face with it, he hurriedly said, ”I won't do it. It's too dirty!”

”Hold on tight!” I shouted, and the glass managed to pull the plug.

I turned around and walked back into the bushes. I squatted down and waved my hand at the man. ”Where is your home? Why are you here?” I asked. I didn't expect the man to raise his head and scare me so much that I sat down on the ground.

This man, let me call him a human being. His face was badly mutilated and there was nothing to see. His nose had already collapsed and was pressed against his face. His upper lip had been torn from the middle, revealing a row of white teeth. It was the first time I had seen such a bloody face, and I couldn't help but pat my chest. But I recognized him anyway, the man who had surrounded me at the mouth of the alley yesterday and had followed us through the reeds, because he had a knife scar that stood out on one side of his face.

That person looked at me with a shaky expression and immediately showed a terrified expression. His eyes kept trembling in their sockets. It was obvious that he was extremely afraid. Then the man jumped up, ran out of the grass, and ran west along the road, shouting, ”Ghost! Ghost!”

Seeing the man run away, the bolt struggled to catch up, but was held by the glass.

As soon as I heard the man shout, ”Ghost, ghost,” I was suspicious again. The man said he was a ghost, and when he looked at me he also said, ”Ghost,” and what was wrong with the village, and why was it so full of ghosts. However, from the looks of it, that person had returned to his previous state of mind. Other than a silly air, he no longer had the killing intent and the attacking force from last night. And the reason why his face looks like this, I think, is because he was smashed by a stone with a single thought last night.

I don't know how I did it, but I felt sour in my heart at this time. Yesterday afternoon was a tall and brave normal person, but he became a fool hiding in Wu Rilan's house for a while. Then, he was definitely manipulated by Huang Xuanlong and turned into something that was neither human nor ghost. This was not the end, and now he was being beaten like this by a single thought. It was too pathetic for a person to go through all of this in a single day, and all of this was caused by Huang Xuanlong. He was the real culprit.

Then Glass giggled. I said what are you laughing at.

”Even a fool would think that he saw a ghost when he saw you. This shows how ugly you are!”

I heard the hate in my heart, but I held it back. Glass is too much of a waste of time. It would be better to let him sleep for a few more days to avoid angering me. However, even though he was angry, some things still had to be said, some things still had to be done. Seeing that the suppository had calmed down, I walked over and asked Glass how she was feeling right now.

”Are you asking about my drunkenness?” He stretched, then said, ”You're in high spirits now. You've slept all night, and you feel much better. It's just a night of nightmares.”