Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits - v3 Chapter 66
The canoe is close to shore.
The bustling markets of the past are particularly deserted in today’s rain.
The street shops were still open and of course there were no customers, just the shopkeepers who kept yawning as they looked at the rain curtain.
And the most magnificent Lier building on this street, which covered the largest area, was not opened at all. The door was closed and he was lying on the water’s edge in the heavy rain, forming the bustling Yujiadi tent on the opposite side. side. sharp contrast.
Li Changan paid for the boat, opened an oil umbrella, stepped on the standing water, and went straight to Didian.
Instead of thinking about it, it is better to ask in person.
The heavy rain trapped the guests in the mansion. Everyone was bored so they just hung out on the porch and had fun. The store was a smart man.
When I saw the opportunity, I asked two people who wrote words to sell cakes and tea by the way.
As soon as Li Changan walked through the door, he saw such a lively scene.
The two actors played words down the hallway in front of the door, played with the pipe, and narrated the story of the Tianshi Fulongzhen Chao in a tone that the Taoist priests did not understand.
The residents gathered in pairs and in pairs in the corridors on either side of the courtyard, or were talking to each other, or looking attentively, when they heard the wonderful place, they shouted and greeted the store by the way and offered tea and snacks.
Every time.
A little man came out of the hall, barefoot, with his sleeves above the elbow, hung the kettle, and arrived.
Amei.
Li Changan called.
Xiao Amei heard the sound and saw that he was a Taoist priest. His face suddenly felt embarrassed, he snorted and returned to the hall without looking back.
But, it didn’t take a moment.
The little boy ran back, an extra plate of cakes in hand, the white flour sprinkled with purple dots, it was his favorite Ziluo cake.
The Taoist priest smiled and took over.
Are you suffocating?
Not at all!
Why don’t you give me cakes again?
This is a thank you gift. The little one is very serious, a yard equals a yard, but we want to be a hero in the future, we have to be clear about our grievances!
This serious appearance reminded the Taoist priest of the angry girl in her dream. For a while, she couldn’t help but let the little boy catch him, and she immediately made his face stink again.
Li Changan quickly took out the gift that he had prepared earlier.
A sugar bowl that he bought by the way.
Make the appearance of a dancing sword.
The teacher Amei saw it at first sight and uttered in surprise.
Communicate in a hurry.
Do not worry.
Li Changan held the Sugar Man up.
Let me ask you something first.
monster? Where do I remember?
This is your dream.
And that? Who has a dream at night and can remember it after waking up during the day?
Do you really remember nothing?
Remember a little.
What is it? !
You stabbed me from behind.
The girl’s puffy eyes made Li Chang’an go crazy for a while.
The biggest thing is that his impression of that dream is very vague, so vague that he can only remember: the whole city has turned into monsters, he took the Taoist priests to escape together, and at the last moment, he returned it to the Taoist priests, and then the Taoist stabbed her with a sword.
Well, the last sword is particularly impressive.
Still, it seemed like a wasted trip.
at this time.
The sound of the pipe is broken and the story between the actors comes to an end.
The audience clapped loudly, accompanied by shouts for tea.
Little Amei’s eyes rolled back, taking advantage of the Taoist priest’s daze, she suddenly stepped on the railing of the hall and jumped to grab the sugar man.
Like a cat.
She fell slightly to the ground.
Then the Chong Taoist grimaced.
Next.
A head dove into the yard to collect rain, ripples on its feet, pedaling away.
Li Changan slowly averted his face in astonishment, took a piece of purple rice cake and popped it into his mouth.
Any?
Not at all.
Li Changan’s impression of the dream is actually vague: if he hadn’t been there in person, he wouldn’t be able to think of the mother cat and the snake demon family. But as the doubts deepened and the ship gradually approached the Yujiadi store, the details of the dream gradually awakened from the depths of memory.
He vaguely perceives that there is a huge difference between Xiaoshui City in reality and Xiaoshui City in dreams somewhere.
After talking nonsense with Amei, although she did not ask why, the memory of her dream was completely clear, and she finally discovered the difference between the city of Xiaoshui in her dream and outside of it.
Is it a blood moon in the sky? Is it a monster in the city?
No.
It is more common and also easier to miss.
Li Changan leaned against the beam and chewed the cakes in his mouth carefully, the fragrance of wisteria passing through his mouth to the tip of his nose.
She looked at the courtyard in front of him.
In the center is a tall locust tree with lush branches and canopy-like leaves, surrounded by extensive vines, which wrap around the branches, bricks and beams, and are densely packed and animated falling from the walls and eaves.
Now think about it.
The Taoist priests were surprised to find that the vines can be seen everywhere in the city, but they have never seen their branches, flowers and leaves, but not rhizomes. It is as if they have never taken root in the ground, but have spread from a certain place, spread throughout the city and are parasitic in all corners of this world.
And the interesting thing is.
Xiaoshui in the dream does not have Tengluo.
Nanchang Fengfang City.
The rain is like a note.
Near sunset, the long street is silent.
In front of Xing’s main door, Bo Tzuyu was alone in the rain, looking at the door half covered in the wind and rain, making some creaking sounds.
The raindrops soaked the clothes, got into the damp and cold, so that the long knife at the waist and the body armor became more icy, terribly cold and cold.
At this time.
He was fully armed, but he was alone.
He hesitated and was lucky.
He pushed the door open.
But at first glance, the body of the young man who usually boasts of iron trembles.
There was a pool of blood floating in the courtyard, and several yellow charms were wrapped in mud and were smashed by the heavy rain.
Bo Ziyu recognized these talismanic roles.
They all quietly asked their men to hand it over to his uncle when they parted ways with their uncle in the morning.
At the time, he still believed himself to be careful and filial, thinking that he had gotten over the embarrassment of his uncle and had cared for the old man’s face.
Look, he’s ridiculous, hateful.
I hate that I was so careless that I was so careless that I was so careless.
Guilt bites into his heart, anxiety drives his steps.
But the moment he stepped into the wing along the bloodstain, his body froze again.
He saw the scene that he didn’t want to see in the least.
The uncle was lying on his back in a pool of blood, his face pale, his eyes tightly closed.
Bo Tzuyu staggered and helplessly raised the woman’s neck.
Uncle.
The woman’s eyes widened slightly, her voice weak.
Tzuyu?
Yes! Uncle, it’s me and Tzuyu, you take the pain first, I’ll take you to see the doctor.
I can not live.
No! It can be cured! Even if the town doctor can’t do it, there is still Feng Dao on the mountain!
The uncle slowly squeezed out a smile, his pale face seemed to have regained some blood, and his loose eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at Bo Tzuyu.
Your uncle
Before he finished speaking, he choked his throat on a mouthful of black blood.
Bo Ziyu hastily wiped her sleeves, crying at his voice.
Don’t talk, now go to the doctor.
Like he said, he wanted to pick up his uncle.
But the uncle suddenly grabbed his arm, so hard that the nail penetrated the sleeve of his sleeve and penetrated deep into his skin.
My uncle’s lips murmured loudly, and just a few words made his remaining life pass quickly.
He is next door.
His eyes were looking at Bo Tzuyu, but his eyes gradually dissipated into the void, and some crystals appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he didn’t know if it was relief, guilt or regret.
Help him.
Then there was no sound.
The demon uncle changed, the uncle died.
Regarding this result, Bo Ziyu was mentally prepared when he saw the words Xingzhai, Fengfang, Chengnanchang appear on the brochure, but he still had a bit of luck and a bit of selfishness.
otherwise.
He would not leave other people alone and choose to come alone, nor would he put armor under the robe, and he would also bring the talisman and weapons to eliminate demons.
at this time.
It had already entered the night, and the heavy rain that did not stop cut off the light and the sound, leaving the world in the rain as if only Bo Tzuyu and the house were left a step away – dozens of days ago, Xing Tatou gave his life to rescue Aunt Tiger’s baby house.
Bo Tzuyu didn’t know what kind of courage his uncle had had to save people at that time; he also didn’t know what kind of horror his uncle had done today to eat people.
He he only knows
His palm traced the blade, and the blood ran down the blade, turning the cinnabar-outlined runes on the blade’s surface crimson.
Uncle.
He stripped off his clothes and his iron armor reflected the cold light in the cold rain.
Tzuyu will never embarrass you!