Whoever overturns the fairy ink, who writes joys and sorrows.
The weather is bad tonight, and I don't know who knocked over the inkstone and poured a cloud of thick ink.
It's going to rain.
The road in the mountains is inherently lonely, just like your life and mine. We can't see what's in front of us. We just tentatively step forward and go on intuitively.
"Click~"
A blade of lightning pierced the sky, and I was frightened awake on the mountain road at night. I vaguely saw a figure on the road.
"Ouch~ That family was so miserable, they were dragged down the mountain."
"My intestines and intestines were leaking all over the floor, and the wild dogs kept barking in the middle of the night..."
"It's miserable~It's miserable~"
The eyes of the old man collecting firewood kept twitching, as if he was recalling terrible things. After saying this, he quickly picked up the firewood and went down the mountain without wanting to stay for a moment. He said that the couple had a grudge and someone saw them waving at the house in the mountain.
, to redress injustice.
Zhou Yeqing finally asked him if he knew where the two people had been taken. The old man approached sneakily, his head tilted, his eyes wide with fear, and his voice as low as an old bellows.
"Big wheat field~"
After coming down from the mountain, Zhou Yeqing did not use the Jingsong Yi anymore. He just walked slowly and quietly step by step.
People are like this sometimes. Sometimes we desperately want to find an answer, but when it is actually presented to us, we cannot accept it.
Maybe we are never looking for the answer. What we are looking for is what we want to see. As for the truth or falsehood, it is not that important.
At this moment, Zhou Yeqing got the answer he had been asking for these days. Unfortunately, it was not the one he wanted. This answer stung his life. Zhou Yeqing did not even dare to face it. He thought that if it was slower, if it was slower, maybe things would be different.
Already.
The young man walked on the road at night, like a puppet being pulled, being led by a mysterious hand to perform a big play.
It was raining, it was dark, and there were no raindrops falling on the ground. I could only hear the leaves rustling. The mud under my feet had become full of water and began to become sticky. Zhou Yeqing became more and more tired as he walked.
Shen, in the end, even the strength of his feet was gone, and he was just dragging forward.
The sound of the rain hitting the leaves gradually became more and more urgent, as if this was the only thing in the world, and there was no need to worry about anything else. Zhou Yeqing walked in the rain, hiding in the sound of the rain hitting the leaves, and stole the relief he shouldn't have. Funny, ridiculous
.
The rain stopped and the sky dawned. The rain didn't stop and the sky didn't dawn either.
The young man came to a fork in the road.
The weeds as tall as a man are growing green and full of vitality. This is a barley field, maybe it used to be.
He has already felt the person who has been waiting for him for a long time.
Zhou Yeqing was tired, so he parted the weeds stiffly and walked in. Not long after, on the fork in the road, someone was crying, very sad and desperate.
In the wheat field, there was a circle of lime on which six people were kneeling neatly.
Two boys, two girls, and two dolls.
They were the two families who had crossed paths with Zhou Yeqing.
Zhou Yeqing walked closer and looked at the six people. He felt sad in his heart, cried silently, and knelt down helplessly in front of them.
"Uncle and aunt..."
The hands and feet of the six people were tied behind their backs with red and black ropes soaked in black dog blood. Their heads were chopped off and placed in front of each other. Only the two dolls were missing. Each person's wounds were covered with lime to prevent them from being tortured.
rot.
Seeing the tragic situation of his old friends, Zhou Yeqing was heartbroken and knelt in front of them, unable to get up day and night. Zhou Yeqing always believed that if he had not met him, they would have been a happy and stable family, and they would not have ended up like they did today.
I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.
He had always thought that the man's family had gone back. That day he saw them leaving the city with his own eyes, but he did not expect that when they saw each other again, they would be separated by yin and yang, and they would be alone and wandering ghosts.
After kneeling for seven consecutive days, Zhou Yeqing walked not far away and started digging pits. Without tools, he used his hands until his fingers reached the bones. After several alternations of day and night, he finally dug six burial pits.
"Uncle and aunt, you can rest in peace. I will definitely recover this debt from you!"
Zhou Yeqing stepped forward, and as soon as his hands touched the corpse, he felt sad again. A man in his prime was now so light and he picked him up easily, without any weight, like an empty shell.
Recalling what the old man collecting firewood said, Zhou Yeqing tentatively brushed the man away. What he saw in his eyes instantly made him shudder!
Just on the man's chest, the black and red thread was sutured along the middle of the collarbone and stopped until the lower abdomen, like a rag doll. The outstretched hand could not stop shaking, but Zhou Yeqing finally untied the thread.
The thread was broken open, and Zhou Yeqing also saw inside. The man's body was empty, with no bones, no internal organs, and was stuffed with hay and a thick layer of lime.
Zhou Yeqing hurriedly looked at the other people, and sure enough, they were all the same, all turned into shells, without flesh and bones. The heads of the two dolls were also found, in the aunt's belly...
I don’t know how he separated and buried all these people. Zhou Yeqing was just doing these things mechanically.
Although these people are not close relatives to him, they are all people who showed kindness to him when he first came to the outside world, especially after going through the Songzong incident, where he risked his life to help but ended up being driven down the mountain.
This makes Zhou Yeqing particularly cherish these unrequited feelings.
Numbly, I picked up my aunt and walked towards the grave. With a click, something fell, hit the instep, and landed at Zhou Yeqing's feet.
It's a yellowed old cloth bag, half the size of a palm.
Zhou Yeqing couldn't bear it anymore when he saw this, and tears burst out of his eyes. He remembered this. His aunt gave it to him that day and told him to leave quickly, but Zhou Yeqing left him at the door. The words were still in his ears, as if he had just spoken yesterday.
Same thing happened.
Looking at the six new soil bags, Zhou Yeqing burst into tears and felt sorry for himself.
"Aren't you awesome?! Why didn't you save anything in the end? They all died because of you."
"Zhou Yeqing, you're not done yet! You're not done yet."
In this way, an invisible shackle locked the young man's hands, feet and spirit, destined to stay with him for a lifetime.
At Wanjin City Gate, there is an endless stream of travelers coming and going, all queuing up to enter the city.
"Next! Hurry up."
"It's grinding~"
The leader guarding the city gate glanced at the long flow of people from a distance, feeling a little irritated and unable to catch his breath all day long.
At this time, a young man came from a distance. He did not queue up and walked straight towards the city gate. The gatekeeper squinted his eyes and realized that he was the steward of Baihua Tower.
"Steward, you are back."
The leader came out with a smile on his face and told him that the stewards at Baihualou were better than him and he couldn't afford to offend him.
But the young man seemed not to have seen him, and walked straight into the city. His eyes were like two sword-forging fires, fascinating and violent.
The leader's smile froze on his face, and he stared blankly at the young man's back, confused.
"What's going on? I won't say anything anymore." He still remembered that the boy was not like this when he left the city, and he was so happy.
On the Baihua Tower, a woman was leaning on the balcony, holding a gold cigarette in her hand, looking peacefully at the city outside the building.
But not long after, she smiled slightly, her delicate cigarette holder left her red lips, and she looked towards the street.
"My dear husband, you are back. You have been away for so long, and you have made me feel so worried about you."
As soon as Zhou Yeqing arrived, he heard a soft voice. He instantly raised his eyebrows and looked coldly up the stairs without saying a word.
"Ouch~ What's going on? It seems like I'm going to eat my body alive." The woman put a puff of cigarette into her mouth and made a grievance and tease, which was very touching.
Seeing the woman like this, Zhou Yeqing was even more furious. The aura gathered under his feet, and he raised his foot to strike! The green aura was like a half-moon, and it came out, exploding on the balcony, and smoke and dust suddenly appeared everywhere.
, broken trees abound.
"Get off here!"
Although it was daytime at the moment, there were guests in Baihua Tower, some of whom had met Zhou Yeqing before.
"What's wrong, steward? It's such a big deal."
"I don't know, 80%, who did the shameful thing."
Gou San raised his head when he heard the noise, but when he saw it was Zhou Yeqing, he was also confused and didn't know how to explain it.
"Chief Qingye, what are you doing?!"
Zhou Yeqing didn't care about the people around him. He just stared at the smoke and dust on the balcony. His fists were so powerful that he would fight them if they disagreed.
The smoke and dust upstairs suddenly dispersed as if there was a gust of wind, revealing a spotless woman among them. Her complexion was also calm at this moment, the delicate stick of smoke was turning between her slender white fingers, and there was no sign of joy.
"You take action out of nowhere, maybe you don't take me seriously enough."
It's already this time, and these people in front of him are still doing their high-sounding tricks. When Zhou Yeqing thinks of the scene in the wheat field, he wants to demolish the Baihua Building, and his murderous intention is strong.
"You said it was for the purpose of relieving the poor! It's a lot of lies and extremely hypocritical."
"They are all murderous butchers! I mistrusted you."
"Today I will get justice for my uncle and aunt!"
Zhou Yeqing yelled sternly, and the calm pine gang rose violently. The originally light green color turned dark and almost black.
The woman was on the balcony, startled by Zhou Yeqing's words, and seemed to have noticed something. But at this moment, the young man was furious and couldn't listen to the words at all.
"Don't be rude to Madam!"
Gou San dodged, leaped into the air, and blocked the woman behind him. The flaming energy instantly climbed up on his body, and he made gestures and roars in his palms, hoping to shock Zhou Yeqing away with his energy.
His fists were full of glory, Zhou Yeqing refused to retreat and instead advanced! For him, the people in Baihualou are all the same, and they will be beaten sooner or later, so it’s best to come together.
Gou San clapped his palms in front of him vigorously, and each hand was a cluster of flames. He had relied on this move to knock Zhou Yeqing away before.
The fierce and fiery power suddenly shot out from Gou San's palm, even worse than the last time. Zhou Yeqing's eyes were filled with fierce light, and he did not avoid the flames at all. A shadow suddenly appeared under his feet, and he came to Gou San.
He pinched his clasped hands, lifted his body and launched a whip kick.
Gou San received a blow on his waist and flew backwards, crashing into the Baihua Tower.