11、Crash evil

  The blood-red hibiscus flowers bloomed in the purple mist, like a gaping bloody mouth.

  Dad is a geological team, often following the team to run all over the country, and it's rare to have the opportunity to accompany her throughout the year. When Dad was on vacation, he would give all his time to her. Meng remembered that when she was in the third grade of elementary school, just starting to learn natural science, her father told her a piece of knowledge during his vacation, saying that there is a kind of flower in South America that can eat people.

  At that time, she did not understand the interdependent relationship between sunflowers and black widow spiders. In fact, it was the black widow spider hidden in the sunflower that could eat people. Little her just shook her head: How can a flower eat a person? Do they have teeth?

  It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful flower like the sun, emitting the fragrance of orchids, could be a man-eating demon king.

  The cicada also developed a bit of curiosity at that time, and really wanted to open the flower to see if there were indeed teeth like those of animals in its body cavity.

  Today, the opportunity is right in front of her eyes. Meng Yan stared at the large flower crown that was swaying open and closed, and for a moment she was dazed - as if she wanted to walk forward, just pry open the petals, and get the answer to what she had been curious about since childhood.

  At this time, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, blown by the mountain wind, wrapping her around and rotating. In the fog, it seemed like ripples on water, layer upon layer of eerie gazes rose up, pairs of blue, green, white... eyes, either far or near, coldly staring at her.

  In the fog, even faintly audible, as if there were stealthy footsteps, rustling, cautiously approaching.

  The cicada took big gulps of air and instinctively backed away.

  "What are you doing here? You're not welcome here, leave quickly!"

  A hoarse voice, carrying a cold warning, seemed to come from nowhere, sounding like the cawing of ravens flying over the old roof with the fading sunlight.

  The cicada was startled and subconsciously looked back, but suddenly saw the strange boy crouching on the protruding mountain rock behind him, a pair of eyes that seemed to be flashing with icy blue light also coldly sizing her up!

  The mountain wind blew his clothes, as if he would fly with the wind at any time. His half-long hair stuck to his cheeks, trembling slightly.

  The cicada was breathing with difficulty, just looking up at him. He didn't speak or move, just staring at her, as if waiting for her response along with the owner of that hoarse voice.

  Xia Mochen blinked her eyes, suddenly smiled, and slapped her own cheek: Xia Mochen, are you dreaming? Hurry up and wake up!

  She knew something was off, and what came to mind was the sunflower, but what she saw in front of her was actually a snapdragon - sunflowers and snapdragons are completely different things! And the snapdragon that appeared before her with an air of confidence was actually an image from the game "Plants vs. Zombies" that she had been obsessed with!

  A crisp slap landed on his cheek, and everything in front of him seemed like an illusion in a magic show, dispersing gently like wisps of smoke. Meng Chu looked at the boy who was still squatting there motionless with narrowed eyes, shocked to find that when all the illusions had vanished, he was still squatting there, not having moved at all.

  "Who?" Meng Cai opened his mouth to ask, but didn't know how to phrase the question.

  Why ask him how he appeared in my dream; yet when I woke up, he was still there?

  No kidding, he'd be crazy if he didn't say she's mentally ill!

  "Hmm, so you like slapping your own ears, what a strange hobby." He finally slowly opened his lips, but it was a cold laugh, "How about I help you?"

  Misty cicada laughed and said, "My hobby may be strange, but at least I still have a face to show; it's better than some people who are shameless!"

  "You want to die?"

  He lazily asked, but actually smiled. That one smile followed by a golden light splitting the purple cloud and fog in the valley, everything was clear and sunny again. Such a warm scene, yet paired with his ominous lines.

  "Mayfly, is that you over there?" A hoarse voice called out from the distant valley.

  Misty saw that it was a short and stout old man, who was her third uncle from the photo she had seen in her mother's hands. Misty excitedly waved her arms and jumped up, "Third Uncle, I'm over here!"

  Turn around again, where is the shadow of the young man on the protruding mountain rock behind?

  The cicada patted its forehead, okay, it seems that he is still an illusory existence in the dream after all. Now that the dream has awakened, I won't run into her again, will I?

  Just like the story my neighbor's grandma used to tell, when a person is walking alone in the mountains, they will encounter "ghost hitting the wall". She must not have really met that evil young man, she was possessed by an evil spirit.