Qingye Supernatural Office

Zhuge Wen trembled uncontrollably.He took a few deep breaths before unfastening his seat belt and getting out of the car.

The girl was lying behind the car, with bloodstains extending from under her body to the underside of the car.

Her body twitched twice, her head tilted, and she looked at Zhuge Wen.

Zhuge Wen froze in fright.

"Help..." The girl let out a weak cry for help.

"Little sparrow! Where did you go, you damn girl!"

Shouts came from the mountains.

Zhuge Wen heard some movement, subconsciously tilted his head, and looked at the girl again, but the girl had not moved.She was motionless, only her eyes were open, but there was no light in them.

Zhuge Wen's heart was pounding, he took one or two steps back slowly, turned around, jumped into the car, closed the door, and stepped on the accelerator.

The speeding car moved away from the girl and the mountain, but the girl named Xiaoque was always imprinted in Zhuge Wen's mind.

I saw him surrounded by fear, guilt, remorse, and pain, holding a paintbrush but not being able to paint.Everything that happened that day filled his mind.The emotion was so strong, so strong that I could see that memory in his head.

Presumably, pain and suffering are really the source of art.

After several months of self-isolation, Zhuge Wen created amazing works. Abstract paintings express his inner emotions and are a catharsis of emotions, which have won him unexpected praise and praise.

No one knew that when Zhuge Wen was creating that painting, what he had in mind was the scene of Xiaoque's death.

He continued to paint and paint similar works.Such repetition, on the contrary, dilutes the initial emotion.

Those negative emotions are gradually fading away.

At the same time, his memory faded.

I don't know if his forgetting about Xiaoque is a normal forgetting of the past, or amnesia caused by the disease.

He lied to himself, painting a girl he had a crush on, a girl whose face and name he had forgotten.Because of this, he also fell in love with birds. In his later years, he seemed to lose his mind and only remembered birds.

I think he must subconsciously remember the car accident.

Those bird-faced girls and those monsters are by no means beautiful things.

He subconsciously knew that the appearance of that girl would be a nightmare for him.

The dream changed to a normal sequence and proceeded quickly. As I wished, I returned to the ward where the old Zhuge Wen was lying, and returned to the scene where the ghost walked out of the ward after his death.

It's as if Zhuge Wen's past that I saw before was a real dream.

That falcon is charging at me.

"Little bird." I spit out two words softly.

The beak stopped in front of me.

The Zhugewen ghost I was holding started to tremble, and there was an expression on the numb and empty face.

It was an expression called fear.

I heard the sound of birds flapping their wings from all directions.

The surrounding scene changed.

It's not a dream change, it's another familiar feeling.

Zhuge Wen's ghost was dreaming and hallucinating.

He returned to the scene of the car accident that day, stood by the car, and watched the girl lose her life.

Just like before, Zhuge Wen turned around and got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away.

In the rearview mirror, the girl's body crawled up.Her posture was very uncoordinated, with her head bowed and her back hunched, covering her entire face.When she raised her head, a bird's face was revealed.

The sound of birdsong exploded in the mountains, and countless birds flew out of the woods.

Between the trees, the figure of a bird-faced girl appeared.They jumped off the mountain.

"Ahhhh!" Zhuge Wen yelled, stepping on the gas pedal firmly.

The girls were knocked off and crushed by the car.

There was also the sound of something hitting the roof.

The faces of the birds hit the glass of the car, knocking the glass out of cracks like spider webs.

Zhuge Wen couldn't bear it and closed his eyes, just stepping on the accelerator all the way.

At some point, the mountain road turned into a straight and endless road, which was still so narrow that only one car could pass.On both sides of the road are rolling mountains and forests, as dense as primitive jungles.There was a steady stream of bird-faced girls jumping off the hill, rushing out, and getting run over by cars.

If you look back, you can see the road behind the car covered with bloody corpses.

My heart skipped a beat.

endless road...

This reminds me of Huangquan Road.

Am I now in the dream of Zhuge Wen's ghost, or in a different space?Or is it really...

The scene in front of me seemed to be turning into a never-ending nightmare.

I looked at Zhuge Wen next to me, and extended my hand to him.

My hand went through Zhuge Wen's body.

damn it!

I was about to try again when my hand suddenly touched something.It's the steering wheel!

I immediately grabbed the steering wheel, pulled it hard, the car turned, and hit the mountain on the side of the road directly, the hood was lifted up, and black smoke came out.

The car finally stopped.

Zhuge Wen bumped his head, and when he straightened up, his face was covered in blood.

He didn't disappear from the road, and neither did the bird-faced girls.

The parked car was surrounded by those girls.

Zhuge Wen saw the scene outside the car clearly, and was so frightened that he screamed again and again.

The girls scratched the car, making creaking sounds with their slender fingers.Their bird faces are pressed against the glass, and the scene inside the car is reflected in their round eyes.

Zhuge heard the hoarse voice and stared at the monster outside the car in horror.

I found the situation deadlocked again.

Those girls couldn't get in, and Zhuge couldn't smell it out.

I look out of the car.There are girls with bird faces outside the car, not those bird monsters.

I now know that the two spirits are works of Zhuge Wen in different periods. Even though the paintings are similar, Zhuge Wen's inner emotions are different.

I exhaled, and tried to open Zhuge Wen's car door.

click!

The door was successfully opened!

The car door was immediately pulled open by the bird-faced girls outside, their hands reached into the car, and dragged Zhuge Wen out.

"Ah! Ah...ah..." Zhuge Wen let out a meaningless cry.

I floated out of the car.

The girls tugged at Zhuge Wen, but didn't kill him right away.I kind of don't understand what they are going to do.

Looking around, there are still many bird-faced girls on the mountain, and the ones who were killed before have not disappeared.

Zhuge Wen definitely did not paint so many "My Lover" works.

I thought about it, and when I looked up, I saw the shadow on the top of the mountain, and I was stunned.

Looking at the outline, it should be those raptor monsters.They are high above, looking down on what is happening below.

"What do you guys want?" I blurted out looking at those bird-faced girls.

The girls' movements stopped, as if they were suddenly frozen.

Zhuge Wen was still struggling subconsciously, and when he came to his senses, he looked at the girls around him in panic, crawling on the ground with all four limbs.

The girls turned their heads and watched Zhuge Wen's movements.

Zhuge Wen froze again.

As soon as he stopped, the girls stopped too.

After a few times, Zhuge Wen rushed out of these girls regardless, and ran to the road that was not occupied by them.

There were many pairs of eyes on the mountain staring at Zhuge Wen.

Zhuge Wen ran in terror.The state of the ghost changed from being young at the time of the car accident to being old at the time of death.

He couldn't run anymore, and the blood, tears, and sweat on his face dried up.

He fell to his knees and looked at the surrounding forest beggingly, "Let me go, please let me go!"

Except for Zhuge Wen's voice, the whole road was dead silent.