Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

How long ago was that?

How many years have I passed since I started to realize that I am different from ordinary humans?

At first, it was just a coincidence. Bayi Chinese W≤W≤W =. ≥8 ≠ 1≥Ｚ≤W =. ≈C = OM's friends somehow talked about such a topic.

"When it comes to girls, what kind do you like?"

The friend who said that, what my face looks like, I can't remember it for a long time.

"It's nothing to ask for. The **** are just fine. Hehehe." I didn't know who said this.

"In my case, there is no big demand for looks. Xianhui can work and then honor my parents."

Who bumped the person with the elbow, "Oh, who asked you to find a wife, we are not talking about this."

"That is, do you like milk and water, or are you beautiful and shy!"

At some point, someone suddenly called my name.

"Hey, Wang Zhong. Why haven't you kept talking?" Someone put his hand on my shoulder, "What about you?"

"Why, what?"

This answer is not that I didn't really hear it clearly, but I felt that if I didn't add such a sentence, my only connection with this "normal" world would be broken. And this was one of the last things I was unwilling to accept.

"Girls, girls." The shallow friend who couldn't remember his face shouted loudly, wrapped my shoulders to look like a good guy, "what kind of girl do you like?"

"This ..." I said hurriedly, "little girl."

My answer was honest, but somehow caused laughter all around.

"Well, Wang Zhong actually likes little girls!"

"How big is the little girl?"

"That ... six or seven years old."

There was another whistle and laughter.

"Young girl!"

"But the young girl is very cute. Wang Zhong's taste is really heavy."

I don't know what they are laughing at, but since it's laughing, it should be fun. Thinking like this, I laughed stupidly.

"It's cute." I grinned as I tried to add something interesting, "Weak and small, I really want to cut them to see what it looks like inside."

As soon as my voice fell, the laughter still in the air just came to an abrupt end. It was only me who laughed, looking lonely and weird.

"What did you just say?" Someone looked at me with a strange look.

I didn't realize there was anything wrong, and continued my words with a smile, "I want to **** them, such a small and soft body, it is beautiful to imagine."

The people around me looked at me like a monster, and I was a little alarmed. I didn't understand why they suddenly became like this.

"Isn't it so? Don't you want to do this?"

I panicked and raised my voice. They couldn't understand the meaning in their eyes at all, and the topic was clearly started by them. Obviously, in the eyes of these people, wretchedness and thin words are still emerging. Why is it suddenly becoming frightened like a person?

"Hey, Wang Zhong." Someone said, "Don't make jokes, **** and murder are illegal."

"No kidding," I said seriously, "as long as you don't let people get away now? It's simple."

Later, those friends left me with a look of fear and disgust.

"You are such a monster!"

"so horrible!"

I don't understand why those people run away.

Isn't this your **? Isn't this your true idea buried under those insignificant words?

Can't figure it out. Deep in my heart, I have the same desire, but why should I rush away with a tail like a dog?

After that, I gradually came to understand that so-called human beings have been deceiving themselves all their lives. Deceive yourself, deceive others, and be extremely happy in your heart, but you still have a sad look on your face. Obviously I have eaten each other, but my face must be accompanied by a warm smile.

I ... different from them. When I want to eat, I will open my mouth.

Little girls are the most beautiful. When those hazy and beautiful eyes look at themselves, it seems that this is the purest thing in the world.

"Uncle, why sit here? Are you lost?"

This is so. Such a beautiful angel came to me just to let me destroy it myself—

In the dark alley I violated the small, soft body again and again, the cry and blood stimulated all my senses. The meat is me, and I am the meat. At that moment, I knew clearly that I was no longer human.

Unlike the human with a false face, I have the most lumpy meat. I'm ... a ghost.

——

The moment the light from the flashlight hit the man's face, my body stiffened.

What's going on ... Isn't this Xiaoying's stepfather? What about ghosts? Where are the evil spirits we are looking for?

Or is this the man in front of him the real evil spirit?

However, before I reacted, reality didn't give me time. The man with the surname Wang roared like a beast, and hurled at me.

The distance was too close, and I knew in my mind that I couldn't escape the blow at all. And the **** man raised his **** dagger high.

Because of the closeness, I could clearly see the expression on the man's face. No, it's not anger, it's not panic, it's real killing. No reason, no expression, just for the purpose of completely destroying the creatures in front of you-

Going to die?

"Be careful!"

At the moment when the bright blade fluttered down, a dark shadow suddenly flew towards me. The sound of sharp tools piercing the flesh came into my ears clearly. I opened my eyes in surprise, and what stood in front of me was-Wen Jiubai.

Wen Jiubai stretched out his hand and directly took the powerful blow. Through the moonlight, he could see that his hands and chest were stained with blood. The red blood and the black of the robe seemed to melt in the night. Breath.

"Wen Jiubai!" I shouted.

"All told you not to run out of your own heart." Wen Jiubai's face twisted because of pain for a moment, but he quickly panted and adjusted, pushing hard with his hand, and bounced off the man's hand. I stepped back two steps, but the weapon did not let go.

"Run!" Wen Jiubai shouted back at me loudly.

But at this time my legs were soft and kept calling. Don't talk about running, you have long forgotten how to walk.

"Hurry up!" Wen Jiubai growled.