Deconstruction Weird

He opened the cork and smelled it. There was no smell. Looking towards the bottle mouth, he could indeed see some golden light flashing out. Chu Dong simply picked up the water bowl next to him and poured out the liquid medicine inside.

The liquid was slightly thick, and there seemed to be a lot of undissolved particles in it, and it was more like something being crushed in water. The whole was a slightly dark golden color, and nothing else could be seen.

The amount is small, and there is no possibility of experimentation.

After living together for more than half a year, Zhu Rou was even more unlikely to harm him. Chu Dong took the bowl and drank it, and even poured water from the bottle and bowl and drank it again. There was nothing left.

[A lot of active substances enter the body]

[The activity of the brain is greatly increased, and the activity of the body is increasing simultaneously]

[About to enter a lethargic state]

Chu Dong felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He fell asleep on the bed. After drinking the golden water, he could pass the quiet. What is this quiet?

But who knew he had just lay down, that feeling disappeared immediately, and he opened his eyes immediately.

But what I saw with my eyes opened was not the own room, but another extremely dilapidated room. There was no bed in this room. He was lying on the ground, surrounded by some debris, and everything was thick. A thick layer of dust.

This dust is also extremely strange, like the wooden stool under the table. The dust on it is the same thickness as the tabletop. On the contrary, there is not much dust on the ground, but no footprints can be seen.

"Intelligent brain?"

Without any response, this is not the real world. If Chu Dong's soul is out of the body in the real world, Intellectual Brain can still communicate with him, but if it is a different space such as a ghost, this connection will often cause problems.

Chu Dong walked to the door and put his hand on the door bolt a little bit hesitated, because Zhu Rou had told me a thousand times before that after drinking it, he waited honestly to wake up and don't leave the room.

But he was too curious, so he opened the door.

Outside this door is a dilapidated courtyard. The layout is completely different from the house he lived in before. It is about half smaller. There is no one in the house, but there is a sound coming from outside the courtyard wall. It is very familiar, nothing special. These are everyday sounds.

For example, talking about buying and selling things, shouting, and chatting.

Chu Dong stuck to the crack of the door and looked out, clenching his hands unconsciously, because there were ghosts everywhere outside, and their bodies were all wounds, wounds from swords and axes. These wounds were placed on living people, absolutely. Can't live.

But they are still suffering from these wounds, and their daily life is like a living person.

What's weird is that there is also a layer of dust on these ghosts. If you look closely, the whole world seems to be covered with a layer of dust.

The most outrageous thing is that these ghosts are like people in Life, selling things, and pulling the erhu for a bite to eat. They are even more popular than the real Lin Mingfu.

Compared with these people, Chu Dong is too normal. He doesn't have any dust on his body, so he might be found abnormal when he goes out like this.

Chu Dong observed the crack of the door for a long time, and he found that these people had nothing to do with Lin Mingfu in terms of their clothes or life habits.

He has worked as a fortune teller on the streets of Lin Mingfu for more than half a year. He is very familiar with what people are here, what people wear and what clothes, what they like to eat and do, what are the etiquette and gestures of daily communication. Clearly.

But these people in front of him are very different from the Lin Mingfu in his memory.

Even for these people who died in Lin Ming's mansion, this still doesn't make sense.

Chu Dong continued to observe, observing the etiquette between them. He didn't know it at all. This was not the usual etiquette of Da Zou at all. Although they were all cupped fist rituals, they were quite different.

A normal cupped fist must be a fist with the right hand and a fist with the left hand outside the right hand, regardless of male or female. However, these people outside are just the opposite, with a fist with the left hand.

If only one person can explain, can so many people be wrong?

From the outside, they are more like a group of people who died in the war, wounded by swordsmen, and so many people have them.

Suddenly, the people on this street stopped talking and knelt on the ground, all facing the street. Chu Dong looked sideways and looked at it from a good angle, and a group of people to send off their relatives came from the street.

The bridegroom officer rode a black horse to the front of the line. On both sides of the line, there were two rows of suona, and there were people with waist drums, which were supposed to be loud and loud, but Chu Dong couldn't hear clearly.

Obviously not far away, this voice is difficult to reach his ears, and as the team gets closer, the voice is getting louder.

Does this world still affect sound transmission?

In the middle of the line is a sedan chair, with big red colored silk covering the sedan chair and embroidered with a red bird facing the phoenix. There are two large characters on the curtain beside it, which are traditional characters used only for happy occasions.

But Chu Dong always felt strange when he looked at it.

The first is the color. The overall color of the world is dark and there is no particularly strong color contrast. It is like being added with a special filter. The colors of almost all ghosts on the street are dull and dull with a layer of dust.

But this sedan chair was red and unusually bright, as was the bridegroom official, black-clothed and red-flowered, and there was no dust.

But after the color was removed, Chu Dong still felt something was wrong. After observing for a long time, he finally found out where the awkwardness came from, the two happy characters.

The normal 囍 character is double happiness, which is usually used on the day of great rejoicing. However, the happy character on this sedan chair is composed of four bitter characters, and the structure is very similar to the 囍 character.

If it weren't for careful observation, Chu Dong really couldn't tell.

The team is blowing suona, and the sound is getting closer and closer. It’s just that the tone is a bit wrong. It’s actually not rare to play suona in ancient marriages, but the tone of the suona of the happy event and the suona of the funeral is completely different. Now this suona, it feels like It's more like sorrow and joy.

Chu Dong thought that the team should be passing by, but who knew they stopped when they walked to Chu Dong's gate, and even the head of the sedan chair turned around, looking at the posture, it was as if they had come to welcome their relatives.

He has already taken the sedan chair once, and does not want to take the second time.

"Isn't it exactly this inch?"

Chu Dong was a little panicked standing behind the door. The weirdness of these things has only been seen in his life. Self-conscious ghosts, are they all Yang Soul Cultivation Base?

This is obviously impossible...

If it is not the problem of these people, it can only be the problem of the world. Perhaps the effect of this ghost is a simulation, or is it to maintain the rationality of the ghost?

The groom officer who was riding a horse turned over and got off his horse, walked to the middle of the gate and stood still.

Chu Dong wanted to see his face clearly, but that part was blurred, his eyes and nose were all invisible, as if it had been distorted, only his mouth was still exposed.

He cupped fist bowed, his mouth moved slightly, he spoke...

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