My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 121: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (1)

As the sky gradually darkened, the moon came out. The forest was full of shadows from the trees, and occasional noises could be heard.

The two lost boys were trembling, not daring to move forward, but also unable to find the way back. Any little noise that happened would be a test of their heart's endurance.

"Brother, what should we do? Will we never be able to go back?" The five-year-old boy in cloth clothes grabbed his brother's hand and spoke in a crying voice. The tear marks on his little face had not yet dried, but new traces were added, making him look embarrassed and funny.

The older brother was two years older, but he was also a little kid, so he was naturally scared. He held his brother's hand and walked forward, complaining, "It's all your fault for chasing that wild rabbit into the woods. Now it's a problem whether we can go out tonight."

They were children from ordinary families living at the foot of the mountain. Although they were locals, no one dared to approach the mountain because of the terrible legend surrounding it. The adults were not familiar with the roads in the forest, let alone the children.

The younger brother knew it was his fault. He did not dare to refute. He leaned close to his brother and looked at everything around him in fear. "Mom and Dad said there are mountain ghosts on the mountain. If we are found by the mountain ghosts, they will catch us and eat us... Brother, will we encounter mountain ghosts?"

The elder brother swallowed nervously, patted his younger brother on the head, and said as if nothing had happened: "Those are just stories used to deceive children. Do you believe them?"

In fact, many children believe this story.

The old people in the village said that a long time ago, a plague broke out in the town and many people died. Later, a Taoist priest came and pointed out that there was an evil spirit causing trouble in the town.

Thanks to the Taoist priest who suppressed the evil spirit, peace returned to the town and the survivors in the village were able to live in peace.

It is said that the Taoist priest suppressed the evil spirit on this mountain. The evil spirit transformed into a mountain ghost, and was unwilling to be trapped, so it often wandered in the mountains and forests, waiting to kill people who strayed into the mountains and forests.

A woodcutter once swore: "When I was collecting wood, I saw a mountain ghost from afar. It was a man in red clothes with white hair, a green face and fangs, hands as sharp as claws, three heads and six arms, very scary!"

"You're bragging!" The drunk hunter also came to join in the fun, "The mountain ghost I saw had a slender figure and a beautiful face. That face, like a fairy, must be trying to seduce people, but it was clearly a woman!"

"The mountain ghost is a man!"

"Mountain ghosts are women!"

The people in the village are arguing about whether the mountain ghost is a male or a female, but no matter whether it is a male or a female, it must be very scary.

The two children walked forward with fear in their hearts, relying on their feeling. Slowly, they saw flickering fire.

The dark clouds covered the moon, which should have been a bright and blazing fire, but now it was glowing a faint blue, as if there was a cold chill that could freeze the air at any time.

The red figure had been sitting by the fire, his chin supported by his hands, staring motionlessly at the pheasant roasting on the rack.

The pheasant was emitting a shiny smell, and the fragrance drifted with the night wind and reached the noses of the two children again.

They covered their rumbling stomachs and wanted to ask the person in the distance for some food, but they didn't dare to get close.

The younger brother asked in a low voice: "Brother, is that a mountain ghost?"

"That shouldn't be the case. Mountain ghosts eat people, so how could they eat pheasants?"

"Then can we ask him to tell us the way down the mountain?"

Both children were a little scared. After taking some time to muster up their courage, they approached cautiously. When they got closer, the man's appearance gradually became clear.

This was a young man in red clothes with white hair. He was thin, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with pale skin and disheveled long white hair that swayed in the wind. Against the backdrop of the firelight, it looked like moonlight.

Sensing someone approaching, the boy raised his eyes. His rare red eyes, like the color of blood, would draw a person's soul to the terrible underworld. The two children screamed, and they turned around and ran in panic, but they bumped into a tree and fell to the ground.

Then, the crisp sound of metal colliding echoed above their heads.

They opened their eyes and found that the strange-looking boy was standing in front of them.

The white-haired young man's face was pale, without a trace of rosy blood. The red robe looked like a Taoist robe, but it was loose and fluttering in the wind, outlining his thin but tall figure under the white undergarment.

The "ding-dang-dang" sound of metal collision came from the pendant he wore around his waist. It consisted of several copper coins strung together with a red rope. In the cold and windy night, it gave people goose bumps.

White hair, red eyes, and bloodless skin.

He watched them quietly in the night, his long hair and robes dancing in the wind, and his elongated figure looked more like a dense spider web, waiting to devour its prey.

The two children had never seen such a strange person before, and even felt that the person in front of them was not a living person at all. They lost the ability to think and just wanted to escape instinctively.

Suddenly, one of my brother's feet was caught by something cold.

It was a baby that appeared out of nowhere, with the same red eyes, white hair, and red clothes. It was simply a smaller version of a teenager.

The baby lay on the ground, grabbing his brother's legs with his two greasy hands, and slowly grinned, revealing his newly grown fang-like milk teeth.

The corners of his mouth were stretched almost to his ears, and his mouth was full of oil, which looked exaggerated and bloody. He was exactly like the evil baby ghost in the ghost stories told by adults!
The younger brother cried out, "Don't eat me! Don't eat me! I haven't taken a bath for a long time. I don't taste good. I really don't taste good!"

The elder brother also rushed over to save his younger brother, "Don't eat my brother!"

As they struggled, a pearl flower fell from her arms to the ground. It was in the shape of a white plum blossom, with a blood-red agate in the center.

The pearl flower soon came into the young man's hands, and he examined it carefully.

Just when the two children thought they were doomed, they heard a dull and rigid voice: "Where did you get this pearl flower?"

The elder brother cried and said, "When my brother and I went to the city, the wealthy family of the Chu family was distributing porridge. A kind-hearted lady saw that we were pitiful and gave it to us!"

I don’t know what was wrong with what he said. The big ghost stopped moving, and the little ghost stopped moving too.

The two children seized the opportunity, got up and ran away. Perhaps they were lucky, as they accidentally found the way down the mountain and met their parents who were looking for them.

It's still as cold as ever in the mountains and forests.

The child in red clothes consciously followed his father's feet and climbed up into his arms. He held a chicken leg in one of his short little hands, on which there were traces of his milk teeth. He tugged at the corner of his father's clothes and let out an "ah".

The boy put on the tiger-head hat on the child, held the child in one hand and walked into a shabby little Taoist temple not far away.

The fire went out, and the light was dim.

He said, "Let's go find your mother."

(End of this chapter)