The withered-looking woman lying on the bed turned over and opened her eyes. Her eyes suddenly widened, her dim eyes filled with disbelief.
"Brother...are you here to pick me up?"
The old man struggled to sit up and stared at Yan Shi for a long time. Because the doors and windows were closed tightly, a lamp was lit in the room.
Under the light, Yan Shi's shadow swayed.
"Don't they all say that ghosts have no shadows? Brother, why do you still have a shadow?" The old man was surprised.
Yan Shi naturally has a shadow. He practices with a demon body and is a mountain god. It is not unusual to have a shadow. Even Mrs. Hou has a shadow.
An ordinary ghost without a shadow.
The old man grabbed Yan Shi's hands again. Yan Shi's hands were warm. They were warm.
Yan Shi did not explain, he shook his head: "Little sister, I want to ask Lan Xiuxiu, has she ever come back after I disappeared?"
"Lan Xiuxiu?"
The old man was no longer wondering whether Yan Shi was a human or a ghost. She had a cautious expression on her face and fell into deep thought. She finally remembered that Lan Xiuxiu was her sister-in-law and Yan Shi's wife.
Back then, Yan Shi lost his family fortune in gambling, and Lan Xiuxiu ran away with someone, taking her child with her. Yan Shi searched like crazy but couldn't find her.
Lan Xiuxiu, originally an orphan, fled to Yanchang Village and was adopted by Yan Shi's parents. When she grew up, she naturally married Yan Shi.
"Hey~"
The old man sighed: "She has never come back... No, a few years ago, a young man came to the village with a very similar appearance to you and asked about you."
Yan Shi's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Is Lan Xiuxiu so heartless? Before coming, Yan Shi even thought that if Lan Xiuxiu came back later, even just once, he would be willing to forgive her.
Actually, you haven't come back even once?
And, is that young man his son?
No, the person who came here a few years ago cannot be his son, not even his grandson.
"What did he say?"
The old man was weak. He closed his eyes weakly and shook his head: "I just wanted to ask if you are still alive? I didn't want to say anything else."
"Where does he live?" Yan Shi grabbed the old man's arm and asked eagerly.
The old man looked at Yan Shi blankly.
"I can't remember clearly, I can't remember clearly."
"You have to remember, remember."
"God Yan Mountain, please don't be angry. I may give you a try." Mrs. Hou stepped forward Yingying, her tone was soft and full of ancient meaning, which was completely different from the tone of people here.
The old man just now looked at this scene in disbelief, and his mouth was so shocked that he could hold an egg in it: "Mountain God?"
Yan Shi nodded: "Thank you, Mrs. Laohou."
Mrs. Hou stepped forward and gently held the old man's hand. Her hands were cold and smooth, and her smile was friendly. The old man instantly felt comfortable and fell asleep in a daze.
Mrs. Hou also closed her eyes.
Carefully search the old man's memory.
You could hear needles in the room quietly. Time passed little by little. Mrs. Hou finally opened her eyes. She carefully covered the old man with a quilt.
"Yellow Earth Pond."
Mrs. Hou spit out a place name.
When leaving the village, all the Yan family members knelt at the gate, with curiosity and fear in their eyes.
Through the conversation just now, they learned that Yan Shi was their elder Yan Shi and the mountain god.
Mountain gods, what an incredible existence must they be in the minds of these common people who face the loess and back to the sky?
Li Jun is a little sad.
After all, mortals are too weak and too ignorant.
Yan Shi got the news he wanted and left this family without looking back without any regrets.
After all, he was not the real Yan Shi. Li Jun did not ask what Yan Shi's transformation was. He estimated that it had something to do with obsession.
He is tirelessly looking for a woman named Lan Xiuxiu. Is his obsession about love or hate?
Huangtu Tang, west of Yishui County.
The terrain is relatively high, being the highest place in Huzhou. It has many mountains, and the mountains are all covered with exposed rocks, and there is very little land.
There are no big trees growing here, only weeds grow wildly. It is said that they rely on mountains to rely on mountains and water to rely on water. The residents living here have neither mountains to rely on nor water to rely on.
They rely entirely on the villagers to build terraced fields and grow some food, and the income can be imagined.
As soon as Li Jun and others entered the village, they saw only dilapidated houses and a group of children in tattered clothes playing in the rice field.
Perhaps it had been a long time since there had been any outsiders. The children were very curious to see Li Jun and gathered around to visit. After a while, the village chief also came.
Yan Shi asked the village chief if there was an old man named Lan Xiuxiu. He was thin and small, about ninety years old.
The village chief glanced at Yan Shi with fear, his heart pounding. The young man in front of him had such a fierce look, and he could tell him to be cruel at first sight.
The village chief replied tremblingly that life in Huangtutang was hard, there were not many old people with a long life span, and he had never heard of anyone named Lan Xiuxiu.
"Perhaps she is already dead?"
Li Jun turned his head and said calmly: "Mortals have to suffer from birth, old age, illness and death. After all, you are already so old, and the possibility of living in this world is too low."
"No, she is still alive." Yan Shi sneered: "I was not sure whether she was alive or dead before, but as soon as I entered this village, I knew she was still alive."
Yan Shi's eyes were cold, he closed his eyes, felt for a moment, and suddenly strode towards the back of the village, followed by Li Jun and Mrs. Hou, and the village chief was stunned and followed behind.
"Don't, don't go." The village chief suddenly shouted: "There is a crazy woman in the back mountain. She is an ominous person and has killed the whole family."
The village chief hurriedly chased after Li Jun and soon passed Li Jun. He stretched out his hand to hold Yan Shi, but found that the other person was as solid as a rock and could not pull him at all.
"stubborn."
The village chief stamped his foot hard, and in this time, Yan Shi had already reached the back mountain. It was said to be a back mountain, but it was actually a steep slope. There was a thatched house at the bottom of the slope, and an old woman was sitting at the door.
Her hair was messy and white, draped over her shoulders in dirty knots, and her nails were dirty and untrimmed. The old woman was huddled in front of the thatched house, wrapped in a torn cotton jacket, with a sad expression.
Yan Shi stood firmly in front of her without saying a word, his eyes were cold, and the three fingers of his right hand were trembling slightly.
Just as the village chief was about to step forward to stop him, Li Jun stopped him and said, "My friend has some private matters, please don't disturb him."
The village chief shook his head and sighed.
"This woman is a crazy woman who can hurt others. No one in the village dares to approach her. Your friend is young, why are you looking for her?"
Li Jun looked at the old woman carefully and used Zhiwei. Although the old woman was blind and looked miserable, her mind was normal.
She is not crazy.
Not even Alzheimer's.
"Village chief, can you tell me the details?"
"Why."
The village chief sighed repeatedly: "What an injustice, what an injustice!"
The village head told Li Jun that her husband's surname was Luo, his family was poor, he was in his thirties and could not find a wife, and he was about to become a bachelor.
One year, for some reason, I brought back a woman who was pretty but had a bad temper. She broke things and made so much noise that everyone in the village heard her.