The man buried his wife's body hastily. He wanted to dig a bigger hole for his wife so that she could sleep comfortably, but he really didn't have the strength.

Next, his father walked with the three of them for a few more days. One night, he woke up in a daze and heard the intermittent crying of a girl. He got up and saw that there was only one sister beside him, and his father and other sister were missing.

He dragged his heavy body towards the back mountain to look for traces. The cry came not far away, and when he walked over, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The father was trying his best to dig a pit. His eldest sister was sitting on the edge of the pit. The eldest sister was crying feebly and couldn't even make a sound. She stared blankly at the pit and his father, as if she knew what was going to happen next.

thing.

The father picked her up tremblingly and put her into the pit. Tears flowed down the man's face and said: "Don't blame my father for being cruel. If you open your mouth too much, my brother and sister will not survive..."

Her father cruelly put her into the pit. The eldest sister lay in the pit and scratched with helpless hands. She also wanted to survive, but her last struggle did not last long and she died.

The father buried his eldest daughter with his own hands and looked back to see his younger son looking at him with resentful eyes.

He wanted to hug his younger son and cry bitterly, but the younger son turned around and stumbled back to the shack, and ignored his father for the next few days.

Another night, they slept in a wasteland and were unbearably hungry. The father gave him and his second sister the food they had worked so hard to find. The father himself grabbed a handful of unknown hay and a piece of bark.

, sitting aside and chewing hard, foam appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, a tall man with a black face stumbled into the darkness. When he saw two children sitting in the shack, and there was only an extremely thin man next to him, his eyes suddenly showed a fierce light, like a hungry wolf.

As if he saw a little lamb, he rushed over frantically, grabbed the young boy and left.

The father immediately panicked, "Put the child down quickly, what do you want to do?"

The father came after him panting.

"I'm very hungry. If you want to complain, just blame this world of cannibalism!" The big black man showed no intention of stopping.

His father was so panicked that he burst out with strength out of nowhere. He caught up with the big black man, grabbed his son, and kicked the man in the chest. The big black man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

rise.

The young boy was also frightened. He threw himself into his father's arms and cried bitterly. However, his father no longer had the strength to hold him. He collapsed on the ground, looking at his son, with the corners of his mouth twitching. The last words he left behind were: "You want to

Live!"

The young boy was in great grief. At this time, he no longer had any resentment towards his father, but only felt deep reluctance. He dug a hole for his father with his hands. At dawn, his little hands were bloody and bloody.

When he returned to the shack last night, the second sister looked at him with empty eyes, really wanting to wait for him to tell him where his father was. He did not explain because he didn't even have the strength to explain, and the second sister seemed to understand.

He and his second sister continued to walk north, and they would meet countless people fleeing their homes throughout the day. Most of the people looked numb, and no one pitied them because everyone was pitiful.

Occasionally, one or two eyes in the crowd would look at them as if they were looking at food. This made the two children panic, but there was no one to turn to for help.

In the end, the two poor children did not dare to go near the crowd and had to take lonely paths.

One afternoon, they couldn't walk anymore, so they sat beside each other and rested by the river.

Suddenly a gentle voice came: "Children, come to mother." They looked up and saw their mother sitting on the other side waving to them. The flowers on the other side were red and green, and their mother had become clean and beautiful, with plump cheeks. The other side looked like another girl.

Like a beautiful world, the two children couldn't help but stand up. The sister took the little boy's hand and took steps toward the river...

Halfway through the flow, suddenly the sister's body sank suddenly, pulling the little boy down with her. The water suddenly covered the top of his head and poured in through his ears and nose. He opened his mouth to shout, but a large mouthful of river water choked his lungs.

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He felt like his sister was pulling his feet down like a heavy stone. He struggled desperately to no avail, and her sister just wouldn't let go of him.

Suddenly he saw his sister's face appearing in front of him, smiling at him, a very scary smile.

Her voice was particularly weird, not from his sister at all: "Give up! Give up quickly! What's the point of living..."

Slowly, he despaired, and without any thought of struggle, his body fell into a dark abyss...

I don't know how long it took, but he was suddenly pulled out of the water. Fresh air entered his lungs again, and gradually he

Open your eyes again.

In front of him was a man in his forties or fifties wearing Taoist robes, and next to him was a little Taoist boy about his own age. They were looking at him.

"Are you awake?" The Taoist priest handed him water and a little food. He couldn't believe it. They were all eating each other, and there were still people who were willing to lend a helping hand to him and give him food. He immediately thought of his sister.

"Where's my sister? Where's my sister?" The boy panicked when he couldn't see his sister, and hurried to the river. The Taoist Master stopped him: "You were obsessed by the water ghost just now. Your sister is dead. We have already

I helped you bury her, over there."

The Taoist priest spoke calmly and his expression was calm, as if he was used to such things.

Following where he pointed, the little boy saw a small raised bump.

He walked over step by step with difficulty and collapsed in front of his sister's grave. The last relative died and he no longer had any relatives.

The little boy shed tears and sat there numbly, his mind going blank.

"Everyone is dead. What's the point of crying? Master and I will deal with this water ghost in a while!" Xiao Daotong said with a smile.

How could the little boy listen? He was so sad that his father asked him to live before he died, but how could he live?

"Hey! What are you doing? Don't you want to avenge your sister?" Xiao Daotong patted him on the shoulder.

"Revenge?" the little boy murmured again, with a confused look on his face.

"Cultivation!" The Taoist priest looked slightly angry. The little Taoist boy was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue and walked over with his head lowered and timidly said: "Master..."

"When did Master teach you to incite hatred in others?" the Taoist Master said to the little Taoist boy.

"I know I was wrong, Master." The little Taoist boy lowered his head.

"Hurry and prepare the equipment. As soon as the sun sets, we will capture this water ghost to prevent it from harming others." The Taoist priest said while looking at the river.

The little Taoist boy hurriedly unpacked the baggage he was traveling with and prepared the tools the master had mentioned.

The Taoist priest walked to the river, holding his hands behind his back, observing the movement of the water and the topography of the shore.

The little Taoist boy spread a large package on the ground, revealing the messy items inside.

There are swords carved from peach wood, bronze mirrors, bells, Bagua diagrams, Yin-Yang locks, ink fountains, copper coin swords...many strange things.

The little Taoist master skillfully picked out everything the master wanted to use.

The little boy had cried enough and was slowly attracted to them. He stared at these things intently, reached out to touch this and that, and finally picked up the peach wood sword and played with it admiringly.

"Put it down, put it down, it's a magic weapon for catching ghosts. Don't break it." The little Taoist boy waved his hand impatiently at you.

Soon the sun set behind the mountains in the west, and although it was not dark yet, the light became obviously darker.

"Xiu Zhen, bring the tools here. You must concentrate on listening to Master's instructions and make sure you don't make any mistakes." The Taoist Master said with a serious expression.

"I know, Master, don't worry, it's not the first time I've helped you catch ghosts." The little Taoist boy confidently carried the tool over.

"Is there really a ghost?" The little boy was no longer so sad at this time. He was very curious about the behavior of the master and the apprentice.

The Taoist priest didn't answer him, just smiled and nodded.

"Just stand over there, don't come over, don't pee your pants in fear! Haha!" the little Taoist boy turned around and said mockingly.

The little boy was neither unhappy nor afraid, but looked curious and expectant.

He looked behind from a distance and saw the Taoist priest tearing off a small strip of cloth from his robe, biting his index finger and dripping a drop of blood on the strip, picking up a small stone and wrapping it in it, and then wrapped it with ink thread.

Finally, it was tied to a branch, like a fishing rod.

He handed the fishing rod to the little Taoist boy and took out a white fishing rod from his backpack. It wasn't very big and was probably enough for one person.

"Xiu Zhen, listen carefully. After I finish reciting the mantra, if you see where the water is darkest, you can throw the bait there. If the master asks you to lift it, you can lift it. Do you hear me?" the Taoist priest said to the little Taoist boy.

"Yeah, I understand."

The little Taoist boy held up the fishing rod and stared at the water.

The Taoist priest raised two fingers of his right hand to the center of his eyebrows, held his right elbow with his left hand, closed his eyes, and muttered something in his mouth.

After a while, a gust of evil wind suddenly blew from the other side of the river, crossing the river and causing waves, which made the three people on the other side feel a chill.

There was a sudden change on the surface of the water. I saw a huge black area like a monster hiding under the water, and the water waves became more and more turbulent.

"Quick, throw the pole!"

As soon as the Taoist Master finished speaking, the little Taoist boy flexibly threw the fishing rod towards the black shadow.

The water surface immediately calmed down without a trace of ripples. The little Taoist boy held the fishing rod in his hands and looked at the master doubtfully.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait slowly!" The Taoist Master held the fish in his hand and was ready to throw it.

After a while, the water surface suddenly moved. It was like something under the water was spinning around Xiao Daotong's bait. It was getting faster and faster. After a while, a huge whirlpool was formed. Xiao Daotong's hand holding the pole was shaking.

Then it shook.

"Lift it up slowly!" the Taoist priest said softly.

The little boy understood immediately. He held his breath and lifted the fishing rod up little by little. The fishing line was stretched straight, and suddenly a black fleshy ball emerged from the water with a few water plants on it.

The little Taoist boy opened his eyes wide, not daring to take a breath, and slowly lifted it up. Suddenly, two black hole-like eyes appeared on the flesh ball, shining with water. As soon as he came out of the water, he met the eyes of the master and the apprentice.

Once on it, the monster was startled and was about to escape towards the bottom of the water.

The Taoist priest had quick eyes and quick hands, and threw the fishing rod towards the meat ball with a swish sound. Seeing that the monster was caught at the bottom, he said, "Oh!" The little Taoist boy suddenly leaned forward. It turned out that he had been holding the fishing rod tightly in his hand and the monster pulled it.

Then he fell towards the river.
Chapter completed!