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

Chapter 147: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (27)

They were twins from the Li family at the end of the village. When they were born, their parents were very happy. It was said that even though their family was not wealthy, their father still happily held a day-long banquet and even spent money to find a teacher to name the two children.

Life is always bright. Even if life is illusory, as long as we keep bright in our daily life, it will surely become real and happy.

They were also children born with great anticipation from their parents, but when a plague struck, everything changed.

Chang Yu said: "Fusheng, your dream must be a beautiful dream, I am so envious."

Fusheng replied: "It was just a dream."

But what if the dream is true?
The pain caused by the body festering has been creeping in, and is getting more and more severe. Even though they have become accustomed to this pain, being accustomed does not mean that the pain can be tolerated.

Chang Yu raised his face and said calmly: "You and I have chosen different paths. We must go our separate ways. Maybe we can get out of this woods."

Fusheng nodded.

They stood up and let go of each other's hands. Without the support of each other, their bodies suddenly became much colder.

Before they were born, when they were in their mother's womb, they had always relied on each other, and after they were born, they were inseparable.

Later, they followed their father to burn their mother's body, and then killed their father who had drawn the knife on them.

They grew up drinking the same breast milk, and were also stained with the blood of their loved ones, becoming gray and ugly.

The three words "survive" are not only extremely difficult for them.

Fusheng and Changyu were not used to not having each other around. It was as if they were missing an arm or a leg. Everything was empty and it was difficult to adapt.

But they all have to find a way to make a living for themselves.

Fusheng vaguely felt that the dream was a kind of foreshadowing. In the future, he might become a Taoist priest respected by the world and able to slay demons and eliminate evil. Even if this was just a trick used by God to make his children happy, he seemed to have hope.

The copper coins in his hand kept reminding him that his choice was right, and perhaps soon he would be able to walk out of the forest.

It was at this moment when the dark clouds covered the moon that the night wind brought the twin brothers' cries for help.

Fusheng glanced ahead where he could vaguely see the light. He looked at the three copper coins with the reverse side appearing in his hand, turned around, and ran towards the sound.

"Chang Yu!"

Fusheng ran to the edge of the hillside, but there was no sign of Chang Yu. Suddenly, a force came from behind him, and he lost his balance and rolled down the hillside. One of his legs hit a rock, and there was a sound of broken bones.

This time, the fall made his already festering skin even more bloody.

Fusheng raised his bloody face in severe pain, only to see a figure disappearing into the night.

After a long time, the Taoist priest appeared in front of him, "You made the wrong choice."

So, Fusheng became a medicine boy.

He was dressed in new clothes, his seven orifices were sealed with mud, and he was placed in a jar, which was then tied tightly with thick ropes.

He seemed dead, yet not dead.

Every day, every moment, he could hear the sounds of people crying and wailing. His seven orifices were sealed, so he should have been unconscious, but the sounds lingered in his ears for a long time, and the smell of decay became stronger and stronger. He felt as if he had been thrown into the dirtiest place in the world.

Fear, pain, unwillingness, all kinds of negative emotions tortured him every moment, and his desire to escape became stronger day by day.

At some point, cracks appeared in the jar, and the cracks gradually widened, letting in a faint light. The black mud covering his eyes fell off, and he could see what was outside. Surrounding him was a pool of black blood, and every person suffering from the plague knelt down here sincerely, with blood dripping from their fingertips and flowing into the pool. All the foul air gathered in the jar in the middle, and then gathered in his body.

A man kneeling beside a pool of blood saw a blood-red eye in the cracked jar. He pointed at the jar and screamed.

As the crowd's shouts grew louder, the jar broke bit by bit, and he fell into a pool of blood half a person's height. He raised his face, which was stained with blood, and looked at everything around him in confusion.

The blood-stained clothes could not reveal their original color, but his long hair remained as pale as a dead person without being stained by dust. His rotten body was soaked in dirty blood, and he no longer looked like a human being.

Dirty, disgusting, and twisted, this is how he appeared in front of people.

The Taoist priest casually used the red silk cloth that fell beside him to trap the inhuman creature in the blood pool again. There seemed to be a look of pity in his eyes, but when he looked at the hundreds of people around him who were eager to survive, the pity in his eyes disappeared again.

Sacrificing one person can save the entire city, so this choice will definitely not be wrong.

"Don't panic, everyone. The evil spirit that spread the plague has been suppressed. There will be no danger now."

The thing in the pool was an evil spirit, the real culprit that caused the destruction of many people's families. In just a moment, many people were filled with anger and threw the things in their hands at the things that were tied up and unable to move.

"God of Plague!"

"It was you who caused the death of my wife and children!"

"If it weren't for this thing, my child wouldn't have died!"

"It's all your fault. I'm the only one left in my family now!"

The long white hair almost covered the body that looked like rotten flesh surging in a pool of dirty blood. It was disgusting and terrifying. In the dim light, the pair of red and turbid eyes were particularly creepy.

He was looking at the Taoist boy in green robe standing in the corner outside the crowd.

The Taoist boy did not avert his gaze, because he wanted to survive, and there seemed to be nothing wrong in using any means necessary to survive.

He also believed that if Fusheng had the same dream as him, he would make the same choice as him.

What Chang Yu saw in his dream was the scene of people angrily denouncing the evil spirit, and he in the dream was the "evil spirit" who had lost his human form.

So he made things change, a small choice that reversed their fate.

When the crowd dispersed, the Taoist priest stared at the being trapped in the blood pool, where his flesh and blood were surging and wriggling, and said: "The amount of Yin energy he absorbed is beyond my imagination. We have to build a Taoist temple here to suppress it."

The Taoist priest left to discuss the construction of a Taoist temple with the mayor and left quickly.

The boy in the green robe was always standing far away. After what had happened, his explanation was meaningless, so he just said: "Fusheng, I will live well for you."

Time flies, and as generations pass by, the stories of the past will be buried in the dust and never mentioned again.

But now, Chang Yu stepped into a fictional world full of paper dolls, and saw the thin white-haired boy in red clothes, and the back of the girl in the green skirt who was covered by his figure. He suddenly understood and shouted out of control:
"Fusheng, you did something!"

"Chu Xiang should be mine!"

"you come back!"

"You can't just—"

"Just leave me like this!"