[The plot will be longer, and the plot will not be changed, but the title of the article may be changed. "Weird Feeding Plan" is a series of articles. Although they are not on the same channel, they do have the same world view]
[Dark green tea scheming attack × Wentun amnesia man-machine experience]
——It is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away, and the same is true for inviting evil spirits.
On the tenth year after his death, Chu Shengting opened his coffin and climbed back into the rotting world.
He had no heartbeat, his face was pale, but his eyebrows were shockingly thick, like a lustful ghost walking out of an ancient painting.
He forgot many things except that he seemed to be a human being.
And it never seems to be.
There is a small temple in the village. The statues in the temple are made of clay and wood. Their faces are chaotic and they can only barely make out human figures.
When Chu Shengting entered the temple for the first time, he felt that something was staring at him through the mud.
His heart trembled: "Have I... Seen you?"
No one responded.
But when he turned around, there was a soft sound behind him.
——The statue took a step closer to him.
From then on, Chu Shengting, who never dreamed, started to dream.
In the dream, there was a man with a vague face, trapping him in a small space, with his ears and temples rubbing against each other, and his breath intertwined.
The cold fingers caressed the spine, like caressing a lost treasure.
So gentle that it's almost pious, yet too greedy to break free.
He didn't even realize he was resisting, and still fell deeper and deeper into each other's entanglement.
"Who... Are you?" He struggled to ask between gasps for breath.
"Have you even forgotten your husband?" The man's low smile sounded close to his ears, like a poisonous snake wrapping around his neck, "Those who betray their hearts must be punished."
But Chu Shengting didn't want to be punished: "Then I'll wake up."
"... Don't!"
"Too nothing" is indescribable and indescribable.
The people on this land have lived together with the "Taiwu" for thousands of years.
People have long been accustomed to the moon above their heads suddenly turning around, and the shadow behind them occasionally standing up.
The bronze mirror at the bottom of the Huangpu River in Shanghai reflects the innocent souls that no one remembers.
There is an empty city underground in Sichuan, full of clay figures who have forgotten that they are still alive.
The silkworm god of Jiangnan turns over in his cocoon, holding the endless spring with silk thread.
Buried in the sand dunes of Dunhuang is an old god who has been dead for thousands of years and is still whispering...
The seventeenth year of the Republic of China.
Chu Shengting returned from the end of death and walked in this dying but extremely tenacious world.
He wanted to fight for a real dawn in this long night.
Small theater:
Gao Su (poor): "I am the filthiest thing in the world and the one that should not exist. I also have many strange tentacles. You will definitely dislike me..."
Chu Shengting (thinking seriously) (turning into a solid shadow): "Then if I look like this, will I be a better match for you?"
Gao Su: "... Ah?"
Reading guide:
1. 1V1, evil god × even more evil god, he
2. Have an outline, save the manuscript, and never give up.
3. Folk customs + Chinese style under the background of the Republic of China, with private buildings like mountains
Intention: To live towards death
