The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1031 Fairy in the Pond
Aunt Mingde froze on the spot.

The son standing before her was no longer the one she knew.

Instead, it was a torn skin, with cracks constantly opening and closing, like breathing, or perhaps... hunger?
From deep within the crack, thick strands of black hair emerged.

Wriggle, entwine, wander.

Heading towards Aunt Mingde!

But her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and she couldn't move them at all.

Just as those black stockings swept over me!
Clang!
A peach wood sword was placed in front of her.

The hair touched the sword's edge and immediately made a hissing, burning sound.

These black hair strands were permed into individual curls.

It retreated with a shriek.

Zhu Lin gripped the peach wood sword tightly with both hands.

He was breathing rapidly, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.

The fear in her eyes was almost exactly the same as that of Aunt Mingde.

The iron pillar in front of me is becoming more and more terrifying.

Although his hair had receded, he continued to approach step by step, his body becoming increasingly bloated, and he gradually began to resemble a giant who had been immersed in water for a long time!
Because of the cracks on its body, rotting fish and shrimp kept flowing out, along with murky black water, which spewed out along with stinking fumes.

The already unpleasant air in the room became so pungent that it made people feel nauseous and dizzy.

Aunt Mingde's mental state collapsed to the limit.

His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Tie Zhu's body was still swelling, and black water gushed out, quickly forming a pool of pitch-black water that submerged everyone's ankles.

Countless strands of black hair rose from the bottom of the water, swaying gently like water plants.

Zhu Lin suddenly trembled.

A cold, tight feeling came from my ankle.

Looking down, I saw a few strands of black hair wrapped around my feet!
He hastily swung his sword down.

The peach wood sword emitted a faint light, severing the binding threads.

hiss!
The sound of burning.

Hair was scattered and black water splashed everywhere.

But in just a few seconds, the light was swallowed up by the black water, and the sword quickly corroded, turned black, and started to smoke.

"It happened!"

Zhu Lin's expression changed.

The peach wood sword has completely lost its spiritual power.

The next instant, even more strands of hair surged out of the water, twisting, climbing, and entwining, making a slippery rustling sound, as if thousands of snakes were wriggling in the black water.

Finally, those strands of hair suddenly came together and pulled hard!
They dragged Zhu Lin deeper into the pool!

It all happened so fast.

Zhu Lin had no time to react.

She was about to scream, but as soon as she opened her mouth, countless fine hairs emerged from deep in her throat, wrapped around her tongue, and were sewn between her lips.

The cries for help were completely silenced.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness.

The whole world seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

But in that silence, she "heard" it.

A voice—

It came from the deepest part of the Blackwater.

Vague and distant, yet so familiar.

It was so familiar that it almost brought her to tears.

A deathly pale face was revealed from beneath the densely tangled strands of hair.

That face...

It was exactly as she remembered it.

His eyes were gentle and full of expectation, as if he were calling her over.

Zhu Lin wanted to go back.

But she couldn't move.

She wanted to speak, to shout out that word.

But I can't put it into words.

She struggled constantly, trying to break free of the thread binding her mouth.

But it only increased the pain of tearing flesh.

She had only one thought in her mind—

If she says that word, she can...

But at that moment, a hand wrapped around her waist from behind.

With superhuman strength, they pulled her up sharply!
I'm getting further and further away from that pale face.

But these strands of hair were unwilling to let Zhu Lin go.

Unwilling to accept defeat, it roared up in anger!

But another hand grabbed Zhu Lin's hand holding the peach wood sword and slashed at the black hair.

Zhu Lin wanted to say that this was all in vain.

Only the black veil between her lips was taut.

However, to her surprise, the black lacquer on the peach wood sword gradually faded, restoring its original pure wood color.

It even emits a faint glow.

why?
Zhu Lin wanted to ask.

But she could only watch as the peach wood sword grew brighter and brighter in the two men's hands, its sharp light slicing through the black hair that was chasing after them.

Zhu Lin was then pulled out of the pool.

She took a deep breath and regained her senses.

Only then did I realize that I was still in Aunt Mingde's house.

The room was filled with black water, and the entire house had become a nest of hair.

Tiezhu was like a huge lump of rotten flesh in the center of the room, with strands of hair dragging Aunt Mingde's body, about to be dragged to her side and swallowed into those cracks!
Zhu Lin's peach wood sword was once again grasped and swung out by another hand.

A golden light pierced the darkness, and a large patch of hair snapped off instantly!

Aunt Mingde's body fell into the black water.

"Quickly use the Soul Protection Charm!"

Liu Sheng's voice rang close to Zhu Lin's ear.

Zhu Lin's heart skipped a beat.

"it's useless……"

"Use my blood."

Liu Sheng said, then bit her fingertip, and a little bright red blood, which seemed to have a hint of gold, oozed out.

Upon seeing this drop of blood, Zhu Lin instinctively felt a surge of fear.

She didn't know where this came from.

But the urgent situation now overwhelmed her fear.

She grabbed Liu Sheng's finger and pulled a piece of yellow paper from her pocket—strangely, it was still dry despite having just been soaked in water.

He quickly wrote a crooked and messy talisman.

A flash of yellow light appeared on the talisman.

Become!

Zhu Lin could clearly feel that the power of this talisman was stronger than any she had written before.

It's even better than what her mother painted.

why?
Who is she?
The thought flashed through my mind.

"Don't get distracted," Liu Sheng whispered in Zhu Lin's ear, "Go over there and stick to it."

Zhu Lin felt a chill run down her spine, but looking at the swirling hair color before her and the enormous, decaying body in the center of the clumps of black hair, she couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

Liu Sheng reached out and gripped her wrist tightly.

"Don't be afraid, we'll go together."

At that moment, Zhu Lin's heart calmed down.

He let his hand be held, and wielded the peach wood sword, sweeping away all obstacles in its path, not even daring to let a hair of his head get close.

Finally, they stood in front of the iron pillar.

At this point, the iron pillar was too bulky.

It was almost impossible to recognize its original human form.

And so it was; he was completely unable to move.

Its only weapon was the black hair that sprouted from all over its body, but it dared not approach the peach wood sword.

And so, the soul protection talisman was successfully affixed to Tie Zhu's forehead—if it could even be considered a forehead.

A piercing roar exploded!

Countless black hairs burned simultaneously, turning to ashes, and the last black water inside the iron pillar gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over the room.

But this time, the black water no longer spread endlessly; instead, it gradually dried up after flowing out.

The massive body then collapsed and shrank, eventually withering into an empty shell, falling onto the broken bed board.

The black water in the room receded, and the strands of hair gradually gathered, quietly disappearing through cracks in the walls and gaps in the floor, their destination unknown.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Tie Zhu lay quietly inside the leather bag, his body covered in bloody wounds, with some black hairs embedded in the wounds, wriggling slightly.

When Aunt Mingde finally woke up, she saw Liu Sheng squatting beside her, intently picking out the hair from Tiezhu's wound with a needle.

“He… Tiezhu…” she said in a hoarse voice.

The scene from just now was still in my mind, like a nightmare I hadn't woken up from.

"Tiezhu is alright now," Zhu Lin whispered. "Don't disturb her yet; she needs to focus."

Aunt Mingde nodded blankly.

She stood to one side, clutching the hem of her clothes.

After a while, Liu Sheng finally stopped, let out a long breath, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and smiled at them:

"All right!"

"It really is a delicate job."

Aunt Mingde practically pounced on her.

Seeing her son's bloody and battered appearance, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Tiezhu! My son!"

Liu Sheng raised her hand to stop her.

"Wait, let me bandage him first."

"Could you please give me some bandages? I saw you had some in your bag."

Zhu Lin snapped out of her daze and quickly took out a roll of yellowed old bandage from her schoolbag.

Liu Sheng took it and skillfully and professionally wrapped the wound layer by layer. "You... are you studying medicine?" Zhu Lin couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm...not really." Liu Sheng smiled faintly. "I studied biology."

In the blink of an eye, Tie Zhu was wrapped up like a neat "mummy".

Liu Sheng stood up and clapped his hands.

Looking at his work, he nodded in satisfaction.

But then he said seriously:

“Aunt Mingde, you’d better take him to the clinic right away. I only gave him first aid; he needs antibiotics. The wound is too deep; it’s easy for it to get infected if we leave it there.”

Aunt Mingde nodded repeatedly.

Forgetting to wipe away her tears, she hurriedly ran out to call for help.

A short while later, several people came in and together lifted the iron pillar onto the cart outside.

With a kind-hearted person riding ahead, she accompanied her son all the way to the village clinic.

That solves the problem.

The villagers who had been watching the play outside gradually dispersed.

Some people were curious and asked Zhu Lin what had happened.

Zhu Lin was still somewhat dazed and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Because she herself hadn't figured it out.

What exactly is this?
She never expected things to turn out this way before she came here.

So she could only stammer and give a vague answer.

Aunt Wang came to her rescue: "In short, little Zhu is really capable! She can even handle this kind of strange thing!"

"That's right! Little Zhu has grown up! She's got the same charm as her mother back then!"

"If her mother were still alive..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone next to him gently nudged him.

The man awkwardly shut his mouth.

Liu Sheng watched as Zhu Lin was surrounded by villagers in the distance, receiving their praise.

She simply sat silently on the steps, gently stroking the fur on Xiaotian's neck with her fingers, and whispered:
"What? Your mother is only focused on taking your brother to the clinic and didn't even have time to tell you to ask Aunt Wang from next door to take care of you. She's just leaving you behind like this. Aren't you very angry?"

She was speaking to the little girl sitting on the doorstep.

The girl remained motionless.

It was as quiet as a small statue.

But the hands that were clutching the rag doll were trembling, and the knuckles were white from the force.

Upon hearing Liu Sheng's words, suddenly with a "rip," the rag doll's arm was torn off and fell to the ground.

She stared blankly at the fallen cloth hand.

The cotton at the ends slowly unfurled, like pale white flowers blooming in the soil.

A tear fell.

The white flowers are soaked in moisture.

"I can help you fix it."

Liu Sheng spoke gently.

Upon hearing this, the little girl immediately looked up at Liu Sheng.

Their eyes sparkled, full of expectation.

“However—” Liu Sheng’s tone shifted slightly, “you have to tell me, is it you who turned your brother into this?”

The moment the words left his mouth, the air seemed to freeze.

The little girl clenched the doll tightly in her hand again.

His knuckles were white, his lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word.

"You don't want to tell me?"

The girl shook her head.

"You don't know how to say it?"

The girl nodded.

"Then let me ask you another way," Liu Sheng continued, "Do you... dislike your brother very much?"

The little girl suddenly looked up.

His eyes showed a moment of stubbornness, which quickly crumbled.

She nodded and shook her head frantically.

Her eyes were filled with tears from anxiety.

"I……"

She finally spoke, her voice hoarse from not speaking for a long time.

"I just... feel like I don't exist... I wonder... is it because of my brother's existence..."

Liu Sheng remained silent.

"They only see him, no one listens to what I say, no one cares..."

The girl's voice trailed off, and her eyes were red.

"Like yesterday... I went to the night market..."

"My brother can eat 15 yuan worth of grilled squid, while I... can only afford 5 yuan worth of grilled sausage..."

She lowered her head, tears falling drop by drop onto the rag doll.

Liu Sheng reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"You know it's wrong to hurt people."

The little girl was stunned.

Lower your head.

"I don't want my brother to die, nor do I want my mother to die. I just want them to suffer a little..."

Liu Sheng's gaze darkened.

"So you took him to the pond? Did you know there was something there that would bully your brother?"

The girl bit her lip.

"It was...the thing in the pond that told me..."

“Last night when I got home… my brother ate too much and had an upset stomach, and my mom had to take care of him, and my dad went back to work in the city… no one was there for me, so I cried by the water, and suddenly… a fairy spoke to me…”

"Fairy?"

"Mmm." The girl nodded, her eyes somewhat dazed. "She was a very pretty older sister, with shiny black hair, floating around in the water..."

"She told me that if anyone upset me, she could give them a little punishment... as long as I took them to 'that pond'..."

The little girl shuddered as she spoke of it.

"That pond?"

"Hmm... There's only one pond that's called that, but I don't know why... Mother always says not to go near it, saying the water there is deep and dangerous!"

"Your brother knows about this, right? Then why would he be willing to go?"

The girl remained silent for a long time.

"Actually... my brother didn't want to." His voice was almost drowned out by the wind, "but..."

At this moment, the rag doll in her hand began to change little by little.

From rough fabric texture to delicate fabric texture.

From the softness of cotton to the texture of flesh and blood.

In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a tiny doll that looked exactly like her. It was only the size of a palm, and at the point where her arm had been torn off, thin white bone and blood vessels were visible.

Liu Sheng had already anticipated this, so her expression remained calm.

His gaze gradually darkened.

"So you threw this doll into the pond, and your brother jumped into the pond to save you."

"right……"

Upon hearing this word, the little girl finally couldn't bear it any longer and burst into tears.

Liu Sheng sighed and patted her shoulder.

At this moment, Zhu Lin finally got rid of the enthusiastic villagers and came over.

Seeing Liu Sheng's calm expression and the little girl crying uncontrollably, she was stunned for a moment:
"Yingzi... what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just did something wrong and I feel bad."

"Oh……"

Zhu Lin nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Shall we go back? I'll cook for you."

"it is good."

Liu Sheng stood up.

Just then, a small hand gently tugged at the hem of her clothes.

A timid voice came from behind:

"You...didn't you say you'd fix my doll...I...can I come with you?"

Liu Sheng turned around.

Yingzi looked at her with her big, teary eyes.

A pitiful look.

Zhu Lin blinked and whispered, "That's right, Aunt Mingde left in such a hurry that she forgot what to do with Yingzi."

"How about... you come with me?" Aunt Wang was always kind-hearted, but remembering Yingzi's resistance, she cautiously added, "But it still depends on Yingzi's willingness..."

Yingzi immediately shook her head, like a rattle-drum.

Aunt Wang, on the contrary, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, let her stay with you for now. When Mingde comes back, I'll tell her and come pick her up from your house."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Wang." Zhu Lin nodded.

Yingzi immediately jumped up.

Clinging tightly to Liu Sheng's clothes, following closely behind, much like Xiao Tian.

Liu Sheng let her lead him without saying anything.

As she followed Zhu Lin home, she casually asked, "How was it? Did you get a lot of orders today?"

"Huh? How did you know?"

"Judging from your rosy complexion, I guessed it."

Zhu Lin's face turned even redder, and she muttered:

"It's nothing serious, just someone lost a chicken, or someone heard a strange noise in the middle of the night... But today, we really owe you a lot."

"No, no." Liu Sheng blinked. "It's all thanks to you."

"Yes, really?"

Zhu Lin was completely bewildered.

Yingzi, who was standing to the side, looked up and glanced at it.

His eyes blinked too.

The hand gripping Liu Sheng's clothes tightened even more.