Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

Have you ever been afraid in your life?

The answer should be yes. Everyone will have a lot of fears in his life. From fierce beasts to your school's class teacher, everyone's fears are different and for different reasons. Eighteen One Chinese W? W? W. 81ＺW. Com

But have you thought about it? There is one thing that everyone is afraid of; there is one thing that is scared by almost any creature in the world from this end of the universe to that end.

It's dark.

Almost all intelligent beings in the universe fear the darkness subconsciously.

When we were young, we were afraid of the darkness under the bed, and when we grew up, we were afraid of night roads without street lights. Every time you tell yourself, it's okay, there's nothing there, but no matter how comforting you are, the fear of darkness will still not diminish.

Have you ever wondered why?

Is it because of ...

It is clear to our subconscious that nothing is absent in that darkness.

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Two or three days after sending Mo Xue away, the two of me and Wen Jiubai were caught in an embarrassing rigidity.

Before Mo Xue disappeared, he left Wen Jiubai with an inexplicable sentence: "It's a great imagination for you to be mingled with humans."

This seemingly easy-to-speak word blasted my cerebral cortex.

Wen Jiubai, this mysterious man, seems to be indifferent to the fireworks on the earth. Even if he has known him for so long, he still knows nothing about the person's past and background. Although I've met many people he knows, but people who know him ... it's the first time.

Mo Xue disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even if I hurried up, I couldn't catch up.

"Uh, it looks like it's gone ..." Shi Yitong said stupidly.

I ignored Shi Yitong and went straight to Wen Jiubai.

"Wen Jiubai!"

Wen Jiubai was lowering his head to pack the tea set and didn't bother me, but I still stuck my face and stuck it up.

"Wen Jiubai, Mo Xue knows you?" I asked curiously.

"That's right." Wen Jiubai answered ambiguous.

"What is it? Why does she know you?"

"Just knowing it, why else?" Wen Jiubai replied lightly.

I was stunned by Wen Jiubai, but still unwilling to ask, "But as far as I know, you have no friends. How did Mo Xue know you? When did you meet? And what did she mean? She asks if you are 'he'? Who is 'he'? "

Wen Jiubai had packed the tea set at this time, turned around and looked at me, and frowned.

"Also, and ..." I was a bit hairy with Wen Jiubai's eyes, but I still dared to say what I wanted to say, "She said that you and humans are filthy."

Wen Jiubai still looked at me quietly.

"That tone ... as if you weren't human-like at all." I spit in a spit.

"Uh, Gu Yu?" Shi Yitong seemed to feel the tense atmosphere on our side, carefully trying to interject, but was ignored by Wen Jiubai directly.

"I never said that I was human." Wen Jiubai looked at me calmly, unable to see the feeling in his eyes.

"Then what are you?" I blurted out.

Wen Jiubai's expression suddenly changed, he suddenly approached me, with an indescribable evil charm on his face. I was taken aback, hurriedly trying to step back, but now my legs were no longer obedient and would not move.

Wen Jiubai had a strong air pressure all over his body. I felt stuffy in my chest due to this air pressure, and it was difficult to breathe, but he pressed it step by step. That handsome face was getting closer and closer to me, and I could almost smell his breath.

Danger! My brain keeps telling itself. I have been away for a long time and felt the smell of fear emanating from Wen Jiubai.

"So what do you think I am?" Wen Jiubai asked with a smile.

"Uh, I ..." My brain was in a dead state at all.

"Monsters who eat people? Monsters that do evil? Or demons in hell?" Wen Jiubai still said lightly, "I know what you think, Gu Yu. You are thinking, 'Is Wen Jiubai killed anyone?' No, I should say You're thinking, 'How many people did Wen Jiubai kill?' "

I shuddered, palms gripping the edge of the table behind me.

"Don't always think you know me well," Wen Jiubai whispered. "You're still far behind."

After speaking, the low pressure that Wen Jiubai scattered all around disappeared all of a sudden, I almost fell to the ground, holding the table to barely stand upright. By the time I returned to God, Wen Jiubai was gone and disappeared.

"He ..." Shi Yitong walked to me, frowning. "It seems to be in a bad mood today. What's wrong?"

"He's coming to Uncle." I said angrily.

Since Wen Jiubai was inexplicably outraged that day, we have never said a word between us. I can't hold that face, Wen Jiubai ignored me at all. And thinking of Wen Jiubai's attitude towards me, my heart was even more angry.

What secrets does he have? Even if he was a monster, I wouldn't feel a little bit worried about it because of this? I have experienced even strange and bizarre things. Does Wen Jiubai still think I will be afraid of him failing?

The more I think about it, the more angry I feel, the more I want to know. But I didn't want to run to the old house with my face pressed for questioning, even if Gu Yu was nostalgic, I wouldn't be shameless to that extent.

So I was sulking and sulking like a child. Until three days later, people in my dormitory started asking me.

"Gu Yu, why haven't you watched working for the past two days?"

When the boss said this, I was washing my dirty clothes for a week in front of the faucet, and I kept thinking about Wen Jiubai's hands. I rubbed my hands harder and harder, and in the end I was venting anger. The boss repeated it twice, and I didn't hear what he said from the loud sound of water.

"What did you say?" I screwed the faucet, stopped the movement in my hand, and turned to ask the boss.

"I said, why haven't you been working for the past two days?" The boss reiterated a little helplessly.

"What's the matter?" The second child also poked his head out of the bed at this time, looked at me curiously, and looked at the boss. "What's wrong with the fourth child? Did you argue with the boss?"

The words in this sentence made me speechless for a moment, I don't know what to say.