When he woke up, he was lying under the wall of Qixia Town.
The sky is gray, as if the color has been taken away. The signboard of Tongfu Inn was tilted, and what was burning in the lantern was not a candle, but a squirming flesh-colored object. There was the sound of chopping things in the lobby - thump, thump, thump, each time something was chopped into something soft.
Pushing the door open and walking in, Tong Xiangyu stood in front of the chopping board. She turned her head and showed him a familiar smile: "Sir, do you want to be a top-notch person or stay in a hotel?"
On the chopping board is a hand. Human hands.
This is not the "Wulin Gaiden" that he has played hundreds of times.
Bai Zhantang's "Sunflower Acupuncture Pointing Hand" has become the "Sunflower Soul-Seizing Finger". The person hit by him will freeze in place and his eyes will start to bleed. Mo Xiaobei stopped playing in the mud. She lay on the edge of the well and looked down - the well was full of children, all smiling at her. Guo Furong's sword was strung with strings of ears, and the fresh ones were still dripping with blood.
Everyone familiar has turned into a monster.
Every warmth during the day turns into a knock on the door at night.
"Sir, open the door. I'm bringing you hot water."
"Big brother, I'm here to play with you."
"I found you——"
In the ancestral hall in the deepest part of the town, there are three largest tablets. The third one has two words written on it:
"Grandma"
