Butterflies were flying everywhere in the garden, and Zhu Tong was also flying. He tasted the nectar from one flower after another, and the pollen stained his whole body.
Huh? Why does it have a pair of black wings and its hands turn into slender hooks?
Zhu Tong struggled in confusion. The earth was not far away, but his light body seemed to have no weight, floating lightly in the world of flowers. No matter how hard he tried, he could not touch the earth.
The wind blows, the flower branches sway, and Zhu Tong flutters to higher places.
"This is unreal, wake up, wake up." Zhu Tong reminded himself that he wanted to fight for control of his spirit and escape from this illusory world in front of him as soon as possible.
"Woof!" A barking black dog burst into the flowers, flapping butterflies all over the sky.
Zhu Tong forced himself to get close to the black dog. The black dog had a familiar aura to him. He hoped that he would be swallowed by the black dog.
A huge albizia flower appeared from nothingness, its bright petals covering the black dog.
Zhu Tong was smiling, and there was also a dog on the petals of the albizia flower. The red slender-waisted dog sensed the black dog and bit into the center of the flower.
The albizia flower closed its petals, and the black dog jumped high and dragged Zhu Tong to the ground.
Feeling cool all over, he opened his eyes, and Zhu Tong climbed out of the pool. Butterflies were still flying around him, and he finally returned to the real world.
Auntie Die stood by the pool, covering her injured arm, and looked at Zhu Tong blankly: "Why?"
"It's me who should ask why. Why are you plotting against me?" Zhu Tong was wet all over. He took out his mobile phone, took out the battery, and found a dry place to spread it out. Fortunately, the radar watch on his wrist had excellent three-proof performance, and it also
Moving around in ticking.
The banknotes were also wet, and Zhu Tong carefully spread them out; the thousands of dollars he carried stuck to one place, and were spread out in a short while.
"Why? The divine dog appeared, Butterfly God, it's been seventeen years, why haven't you let me go? Why?" Aunt Butterfly murmured, this time she was much more awake, and she fiercely tore off the dog skin plaster on her arm;
"You used this broken plaster to harm me."
"I'm really doing it for you. It's you who want to harm others." Zhu Tong took off his upper body clothes, took out a piece of dog skin plaster and rubbed it. After the plaster became warm and soft, he took off the piece of dog skin plaster on his shoulder; it was because his right hand was weak just now.
He just fell into the water and he needed to recover as soon as possible.
"Hahahahahaha;" Auntie Die pointed at Zhu Tong's shoulder and laughed wildly, with a high-pitched voice: "You finally got it, and even the divine dog can't save you."
Zhu Tong looked at the wound on his shoulder, and there was a black butterfly printed there.
"Why?"
"You really are not Zhu Youshi, you are not. Stupid man, you don't even know the legend of the gods, you don't even know the divine dogs." Aunt Die let go of the hand covering her arm, which was hit by a black gun.
The wound now has a butterfly printed on it, a bright red butterfly.
"What is a divine legend? What is a divine dog?" Zhu Tongzhen didn't know what these two words meant, but judging from Aunt Die's expression, it shouldn't be a good thing.
"It's already like this, it's too late to say anything else." Auntie Die finally calmed down, walked to the corner of the cave, took out a sheet and handed it over; "Take off your clothes, don't get cold; it will hurt me." Turn around and go out.
Already.
Zhu Tong honestly took off all his clothes, grabbed the sheets and put them on his body, leaving only a pair of underwear; he was too embarrassed to take them off again.
Duohua followed Auntie Die into the cave, stuck out her tongue at Zhu Tong and smiled, took the charcoal from the corner, lit it in the brazier, and took Zhu Tong's clothes to dry them.
Aunt Die took Zhu Tong to the water pool, picked up the machete and handed it to Zhu Tong: "Look, what's the difference?"
"The butterfly is gone." Zhu Tong looked at the amber on the handle of the knife, but there was nothing in it.
"It's not gone, it just flew away. One of them flew into your body and one into my body." Aunt Butterfly opened a corner of the bed sheet and stroked the black butterfly on Zhu Tong's shoulder; "What a beautiful butterfly god.
, you will take good care of it; don't try to kill it, the butterfly god is immortal, and it will not die even if you die. You are stupid. Originally, the two butterfly gods were yours, and they were separated by you.
It’s too late to regret.”
Zhu Tong closed his eyes and performed the Peng Ma Gong. He looked inside his body, and in the Yintang between his eyes, there was a vague shadow of a butterfly flying; the black wings flapped like a phantom, sending out bursts of coolness.
There seemed to be nothing unusual elsewhere, and all functions were normal. The inner breath was guided to circulate for three weeks, and there was no sense of obstruction when the breath passed through the Yintang point. Zhu Tong was still confused after finishing the exercise.
"How did it get in? Is this a legend from the gods?"
"Butterfly Gu is the most powerful voodoo, but it is still a voodoo. Of course, transmission must also rely on divine transmission, which cannot be achieved through practice. Your surname should be Zhu, what is your name?"
"Zhu Tong." Zhu Tong said his real name, but he still didn't understand what the legend meant.
"People who raise voodoo rely on the voodoo god in the body. This is not like your Han people's stuff. It does not require practice or talent. It has always been passed down from generation to generation by gods. Zhu Tong, Zhu Youshi all understand this.
, they won’t touch the things that keep Gu people at will. I originally wanted to use your hand to kill the Butterfly God, but I didn’t expect the result to be like this; the Butterfly God has a spirit, and it doesn’t want to die, so it doesn’t deserve to die.”
As Auntie Butterfly spoke, she stretched out her warm arms and brought the two butterfly marks together: "The black butterfly god is inside your body. Look, how beautiful it is. I hate the butterfly god, even the red and black ones.
Ah! It will take another two years before I have the strength to get rid of it, the immortal butterfly god."
The black butterfly mark replaced the scar scratched by the razor. Zhu Tong could not feel anything strange at all, just like before he was not injured. Aunt Die's injury was a gunshot wound, which was very deep and has now healed.
Both the red butterfly mark and the black butterfly mark are so beautiful that it makes one's heart palpitate. The tentacles tremble irregularly. It is impossible for any skilled tattoo artist to have such superb skills.
With a soft white arm leaning on his shoulder, Zhu Tong's breathing gradually became rapid, and he had the urge to hug the owner of this arm into his arms and ravage him.
Auntie Die's face also turned red, her eyes flicked to his face twice, and she retracted her arm; Zhu Tong could feel that this beautiful Miao woman had the same impulse.
Butterflies were fluttering, and there was a moment of silence between the two. The sound of burning charcoal came from the corner. Aunt Die rubbed the pool water on her face a few times, raised her hand and swung Zhu Tong's face with water: "Young man, I can do it."
I’m going to be your mother-in-law.”
Zhu Tong woke up and laughed twice. The hostility between the two disappeared at this moment, and some tacit understanding was spreading. Could it be because of the two butterfly gods? Zhu Tong glanced at Auntie Die again, her waist
The limbs are still soft and the skin is as delicate as a flower.
"You are not much older than me." Zhu Tong also squatted down and poured water to wash his face, hoping to use the cool spring water to quench the heat in his body.
Two figures appeared in the clear pool water, surrounded by a group of dancing butterflies.
"You are the first man to be possessed by a god. Have you never heard that all the people who raise voodoos are women?" Auntie Die took off her embroidered shoes and dipped her legs into the water.
"I've heard of it, but I don't understand why? Auntie Die, what will happen to me?"
"I don't know what will happen to you. We women have to suffer for raising voodoos. After the voodoo god possesses us, we can no longer have men or get close to normal people, otherwise it will harm others. The people who raise voodoos are descendants.
If you don't pass it on to men, men are heartless and the Gu God doesn't like it. Only women who have been hurt by men will be willing to support the Gu God and get the divine pass. It's not easy to get rid of the Gu God. If you can't find someone who accepts the Gu God,
A woman will pass it on to her daughter. Unless she is in danger, she will find a man to pass it on. If you are a man, you should have a serious illness and have a dream. If you can wake up, you will send the Gu god away. Some men
Will die of illness, but Zhu Youshi will not get sick if he is taught by the gods. Some of them will kill the Gu God, and some will also be killed by the Gu God. I have never heard of someone like you being accepted by the Butterfly God.
.Don’t move."
Auntie Die's feet were held in Zhu Tongzhan's hands. After breaking free for a few times, she calmed down, enjoying the gentle massage, and leaned softly against the stone wall.
"Auntie Die, you are actually not old." Zhu Tong was a little confused and fascinated.
"Who can live forever? Women who raise the Gu God work hard, and the ones who grow old will be faster. The old lady who told me about the Butterfly God said: The Gu God is sick and can't sleep at night. I really haven't slept well in these years. I can't bear to cry.
Flowers also suffer from this. Otherwise------"
"The butterfly god needs to be raised. What does it eat? What are the benefits of raising voodoo?" Zhu Tong accepted his fate for the time being. He believed that no woman would raise voodoo in vain. Who would do something that is not beneficial?
"Die God, Butterfly God, it eats butterflies." Auntie Butterfly opened her hand, and two butterflies fell on her hand. She put them into her mouth and swallowed them without chewing them; "You can try eating them too, don't you?"
If you feed the butterfly god to its full capacity, it will torture you until your head splits open."
Zhu Tong stretched out his hand, and two big butterflies fell down. Zhu Tong admired the beauty of the butterflies for a while, and then put them into his mouth.
When Zhu Tong was a child and wandered around the world with an old liar, Zhu Tong also ate something more terrifying and disgusting than this, so he didn't feel awkward swallowing a butterfly.
"Every woman who raises Gu has abilities. She is gifted with supernatural powers, and everyone is different. The old woman can see the sky. She can tell whether the rain will be good or not in a year at the beginning of the year. After I got the Butterfly God, I only have strong strength and can dance well."
Running high and fast is the most useless skill. Fortunately, the old lady left a black butterfly mask, so it is very powerful. Young man, if you don’t tell me, you are too clever and make me worry. Some grass-gu grandmothers can fly.
Some can see people hundreds of miles away; I know a woman who raises a money voodoo, and she can see through other people's bodies. You will only know what you are capable of after you release a voodoo."
"Why?"
"The Butterfly God is the rarest Gu God, and it is more difficult to raise Gu insects. You have to watch how the person who has been poisoned moves after releasing the first Gu insect to know what his abilities are. The Gu insects will tell you.
You can raise Gu worms at any time. If you don’t want to release them, you can feed them to the Butterfly God. But you have to release them at least once a year. If you don’t release them, you will offend the Butterfly God. You don’t have to put them on people. They can be dogs or cows. It’s best to put them on piglets.
If you put it on your body, there will be meat to eat, and the pig will be killed sooner or later. Do you want to raise it? It’s easy, ah, not easy, you are a man and have no menstruation.”
Aunt Die blushed and nodded at Zhu Tong: "You can't raise Gu insects."
Zhu Tong chuckled twice, saying that it would be better not to raise any pigs, but to starve the butterfly god to death. He thought of Ye'er from the pigs, looked at the watch on his wrist, and saw that it was getting late, so he became a little anxious.
"How can we take back the Gu worms?"
"If you let it out, you can't take it back unless you kill it." Aunt Die put on her embroidered shoes, glanced at Zhu Tong, and kicked the machete over; "Are you worried about your little lover? I originally chopped her head three times with the machete.
, the Gu insect will naturally die; now that the legendary amber has been destroyed by you, I don’t know how to save her."
Zhu Tong picked up the machete and rubbed the empty amber on the handle: "Is it that simple? What should we do now?"
"It is said that amber is only available to the Butterfly God. You have destroyed a divine object. Zhu Tong, in the past, this piece of amber could cure anyone who was framed by poisonous insects, and it could also drive away other poisonous gods. The old lady said,
There are no grass-gu women raising grass-gu for hundreds of miles nearby, and they were all defeated by this piece of amber."
Aunt Die took the machete and rotated it a few times, then removed the amber and handed it to Zhu Tong: "Take it and try it to see if it's still useful? I didn't want to kill her, I just asked her to find another man. Men don't
If you like a woman, who knows she hasn’t experienced a man yet? You should pay more attention in the future, men who are infected by the butterfly poison will be very -------." Aunt Die is still a woman after all, so she stopped talking here.
Zhu Tong thought about it for a moment and realized that butterfly voodoo was as magical as an aphrodisiac.
"Mom, have you finished talking?" Duohua came over holding Zhu Tong's clothes; "Let me change my clothes quickly, we have to go back quickly."
"Are you rushing to see your brother Hai?" Auntie Die teased her daughter, pulling Duohua and walking out of the cave.
Zhu Tong checked his cell phone and made sure it had been reimbursed. He felt a little frustrated; it turned out that it was not a matter of money, as all the important numbers were stored in the card.
He was no longer used to being without a mobile phone, even for a moment. He had already checked before entering the cave and found that there was no signal for mobile phones here.
On the way back to Phoenix, Zhu Tong could no longer smell the disgusting odor on his body; it was still Duohua who was punting the boat, and Aunt Die stayed in the cave; women always suffer, because they have been passed down by the gods, and she can't leave here for the time being.
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The flowers were still happy, singing folk songs, and slapping a few water splashes with their bamboo poles from time to time, as if they wanted to go faster, and faster.
Zhu Tong carefully considered the possibility between her and Huang Hai, and her heart became heavier and heavier. Perhaps for Huang Hai, Duohua was more of a cold-like affair. In the face of reality, such as western medicine, his fever would subside sooner or later.
The flower is beautiful and pure like the landscape of Phoenix; it is also thin. With only a junior high school education, it is impossible for her to be accepted by Huanghai's family, nor can she gain a foothold in the prosperous and practical Shanghai.
Zhu Tong had seen Duohua and Aunt Die's home. From the perspective of a little liar, the most valuable thing was the piece of amber given to him by Aunt Die. If he threw other things on the streets of Shanghai, he might be fined.
"Have you ever seen butterflies hurting people?" Aunt Butterfly said as she sent him out to the boat; "Butterfly voodoo is also a lover's voodoo. Before it becomes a pupa, it is an ugly caterpillar. After turning into a butterfly, it is a good thing for your little lover. She
It will become more and more beautiful. Duohua was planted with butterflies when she was ten years old, and turned into a flower when she was twelve years old. Isn’t it more and more beautiful now? The butterflies on your little lover are the same as those of Duohua. I just urge it to hurry up.
If you can't kill it, just try to make it hatch later."
However, Zhu Tong doubted how long such beauty could last, and how his fragile body could withstand such burning.
Zhu Tong has inspected Duohua's body, and it seems that the one in her is the innate Gu. The butterfly and insect have grown up together with her and have merged with her. The butterfly has merged with her, so Duohua is as beautiful as a flower.
But there are not so many beauties in Shanghai. If Huang Hai is tired or tired of her soft charm, how should the little girl deal with herself?
Ye'er is not so lucky. Zhu Tong has learned some medical skills from her master. Aunt Die's words are either comforting herself or she is really ignorant. Ye'er has already matured and the butterflies are devouring her essence and blood, which is poison to her.
.
With this thought in mind, Zhu Tong unscrewed a bamboo tube, poured two butterfly chrysalises into his mouth and swallowed them, and found that they tasted good.
The Butterfly God needs butterflies, even chrysalis. Auntie prepared ten bamboo tubes for him, which is enough for him to eat for a while.
"Duohua, don't tell Huang Hai what happened today, their world is different from ours."
"I know, big brother, my mother said that even husbands have to hide this; the poison will scare men away, hehe." Duohua's cheerful laughter echoed in the snowy night.
When it got dark, we arrived at Miao Village. It had snowed all day and turned the mountain road into a silvery white color. The taxi driver was unwilling to drive back all night.
Duohua was so excited that she almost cried. Zhu Tong had no choice but to use his trump card: "As long as I can return to Phoenix as soon as possible, I will give you two thousand yuan."
Even so, Zhu Tong was driving most of the way back. The taxi driver was old and had bad eyesight, and almost drove the taxi into a ravine many times.
Then, Zhu Tong discovered his first abnormality. His mild myopia disappeared and he could see very far in the dark.
On this snowy night, there was another car speeding through the snow on another road leading to Phoenix.
Four dark-skinned Westerners sat in the car, looking at the road ahead with expressionless expressions.
The headlights dimmed less than twenty meters away, and the driver was a young man. After receiving these guests from Jishou Railway Station, I didn’t hear them say a few words. There was also a simple conversation between the four people, using
It's a language he doesn't understand.
Western Hunan is mountainous, and Phoenix City is surrounded by mountains.
There is a mountain pass not far from Phoenix City. The man who reminded Zhu Tong to pay attention to the roof of the train on the train was crawling in a shallow ditch on the roadside and waiting, holding in his hand a short short that could be bought at any scenic spot.
The crossbow and white windbreaker blend into the color of the snow.
The taxi's lights were turning the corner, and he threw out a handful of six-edged iron caltrops, rolling them on the road.
The car drove slowly uphill, and it was snowy, so the young driver was even more careful. As he was about to cross the mountain pass, the driver felt the steering wheel sink, and the front of the car tilted to the side of the road.
Before the young driver could scream, the car had already crashed into a shallow ditch on the side of the road. The driver took a breath and was just glad that there was no serious accident. The four people in the car opened the door and jumped out with such swift movements that the young man could not believe it.
own eyes.
In the blink of an eye, there was no one around, and the young driver tremblingly took out his cell phone to call the police.
Every stone in Xiangxi has a story. He had heard about this weird mountain pass, and when he actually encountered it, he was scared out of his wits.
On the other side of the mountain pass, four passengers were hidden among the rocks.
Two of them had their thighs pierced by steel crossbows, and blood seeped out of their leather pants, melting the snow beneath them; the other two were crawling there without daring to move.
The four of them all held jet-black standard pistols in their hands. There was silence in the snowy wilderness. They were good at tracking in the wild and could not see where their opponents were hiding.
Ten minutes passed, and a "Boom!" sound came from the shadow of the far away road, which was obviously the sound of a steel crossbow being fired.
The muzzles of the four guns were pointed at the shadow at the same time, drawing four bright bullet lines in the dark night, and then there was a burst of crisp gunfire.
The taxi driver who was sitting in the car waiting for rescue cursed: "Damn it, who is still firing off cannons if you don't make any money from traveling such a long distance?"
The situation on the other side was not something he could have imagined. After the gunshot, there were several more slight muffled whistles, and the four gun-holding hands were shot in sequence.
A figure walked out from the top of the mountain behind them, dropped a first-aid kit next to them, and said gently: "Go back and forth from where you are. If we meet again, it won't be the two legs and four hands that are injured."
The four people had no room to fight back. They watched the white figure disappear into the distance, bandaged the wound, helped each other turn back to the road, and left.
Although they are arrogant, they still know how to live and die; their skills are not as good as others, their weapons are not as good as others, and they are disarmed. They have no ability to resist at all, and they are frightened by such a master appearing out of nowhere.
With only one person, he easily completed an ambush in the snow. Whether it was marksmanship, strategy, or experience, he was so good that it was heart-stopping.