Chapter 117: Darkness before my eyesThere was an icy chill at the back of my neck.
The actor had already placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned close to my back.
I felt a chill down my spine.
I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I didn't expect that Su Cancan, who had just woken up from a coma caused by a car accident and had lived for less than a year, was going to die again.
I didn't even have the strength to raise my hands, and even if I did, there wasn't a single bit of energy left in my body.
There is nothing to do.
no way no money.
Dad, Mom...
sorry……
I'm so sorry!!!
I absolutely cannot die like this!
I survived with great difficulty and had only been in college for a month. I had not yet seen the beautiful rivers and mountains of my motherland, nor had I ever had a love affair.
The most important thing is! My parents are still waiting for me at home!
How can I die!
I have one last ability.
The ability that I have been repeatedly warned not to use when facing evil spirits.
The ability that might allow my body to become a container for this evil spirit, evade the surveillance of the laws of heaven and earth, and become a human again.
Empathy.
I used up my last bit of strength to grab the hand that was tightening around my neck.
Hold on tight.
I closed my eyes and communicated with the soul beside me wholeheartedly.
Let me go back to when you were alive, experience the things you experienced, feel the emotions you felt, let me -
Dissolve your obsession.
I seemed to hear her short, surprised sound and feel her slight struggle.
"you!"
I held on tightly and didn't let go.
My last feeling was that I seemed to be falling from a tree, and falling again...
And then, I knew nothing.
There was a sharp tinnitus in my ears, and a white light appeared in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see anything.
I don’t know how long it took before I finally woke up from this state.
But he was only vaguely conscious. Not only did he feel as if there was a heavy burden on his eyelids, but his body also felt like it had been run over by cars hundreds of times and his whole body was falling apart.
Could it be that... during empathy, I can still feel the original pain in my body?
Something seems to be wrong. The injury I suffered should be an internal injury in my tendons and veins. If it hurts, it should be pain inside my body. How can it hurt my skin and flesh?
"Snapped!"
A sound came out, making my chaotic consciousness a little clearer.
It sounded more like the crack of a whip.
The crisp sound of a strong whip hitting flesh, could it be that someone is herding cattle or riding a horse nearby?
I tried hard with my not-so-bright brain to figure out my current situation.
After a while, I felt a dull pain in my legs.
Damn, no way, this whip is not meant for animals, but for me?
I cursed secretly in my heart.
Fortunately, the pain also stimulated my consciousness to become clearer.
I finally struggled to open my eyes.
But it was faced with the glaring sunlight.
It took me a while to get used to the light.
I also... saw the situation clearly. I couldn't move my hands and feet, because I was tied up. There were quite a few people standing in front of me. Judging from their clothes, they looked like they were dressed in the 1950s and 1960s.
The people around me included men, women, young and old. Standing in front of me was a little boy holding a branch in his hand.
I was about to ask him why he hit me, but the kid behind him took the thing from his hand and hit me too.
Fortunately, he didn't use much strength this time, so it didn't hurt much.
Then he gave the branch to a man nearby.
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
Fuck! Are these people lining up to beat me up? What are they doing?
What happened next confirmed my guess.
The next one was a little girl. She took the cane and walked up to me. She didn’t hit me immediately, but looked at me and didn’t hit me for a long time, as if she was hesitating.
Just at this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from behind me.
Because I was tied up and didn't know there was someone behind me, his sudden voice really scared me.
"Why are you hesitating! Why don't you use your strength! Are you sympathizing with her?"
"Why do you feel sorry for her?"
"She is on the opposite side of us! You sympathize with him! Are you going to stand against us too?"
opposite?
What did I do? What are you doing? Why do we become opposites?
I was still confused, but the little girl in front of me was frightened by this man and started crying. She sobbed and said, "I... I didn't... wuwu..."
The people behind me were still cursing indignantly:
"Why are you crying? You should laugh when you beat up people like this! Beat them up! This is victory!"
The person behind me walked up to me aggressively and spat hard in my face. I immediately felt something warm and sticky sticking to my face.
Don't be so disgusting! If you want to fight, just fight, don't do these things, okay!
As if he heard what I was saying, the man walked over to the little girl, held her hand, and raised the branch high in his hand.
……
I gasped in pain and gritted my teeth.
The clothes in front of me were torn apart by the beating, and there was a whip mark on my chest from left to right, which became red and swollen. However, when I looked at my body, I immediately felt that something was wrong.
I lowered my head and looked at my body carefully.
Where are my breasts?
How come this body... doesn't have! breasts!!!
I looked at the flat ground in front of me and my head felt like a mess.
Although my body was not originally round, it still had some slight bulges, but my chest is now flat without any signs of development.
Am I still a girl now?
That’s not right. Looking at my stature, I don’t look like a child.
I swallowed and looked between my legs.
After feeling something, I felt as if I was struck by lightning.
I actually!
Yes! A! Man!
This means that the ghost I empathized with, the opera actor whose costume was so beautiful that I couldn’t take my eyes off him, was actually a man!
After thinking about it, I felt it was normal, because in the past, even female roles in opera were basically performed by men.
This skill is basically passed down from males to females.
However, this is the first time I feel like a man in empathy.
And he is such a great opera actor.
If such an actor were to live today and had strong skills, he would surely be loved and respected by everyone as the inheritor of traditional culture.
It's a pity that he didn't live to this day.
He lives here.
Here, everyone is cautious.
Here, everyone is afraid of making mistakes and dares not make any enemies with others, even if the other party is a scoundrel.
Whether it is gold, silver, jewelry, or precious antiques, those that can be hidden should be hidden, and those that cannot be hidden will have to be completely disappeared.
Because these things can easily turn into sharp blades and become knives that stab you.
The subject matter is a bit sensitive, so many words cannot be used, but it is basically about the struggles during civil unrest. I think everyone who understands will understand.
