wine hit fairy

"You bastard! How dare you eavesdrop on my wife's bath! See if I don't kick you to death today!"

Lu Xiaochan curled up, unable to make a sound from the pain.

Seeing the butcher's red eyes and bulging veins, the surrounding villagers backed away one after another, not daring to go forward to dissuade him.

Fortunately, a child yelled out: "Ah! Mother, has the little beggar been beaten to death?"

The butcher just wanted to get his face back, and didn't want to make a fuss, so he withdrew his legs and spit at Lu Xiaochan, "Next time, if you dare to eavesdrop on my wife taking a bath again, I'll chop you up!" Feed the pigs!"

After speaking, the butcher dragged Ren Erniang away.

Lu Xiaochan's mouth was filled with the taste of blood, and she couldn't even stand up.

There are people coming and going around, no one cares about the life and death of a beggar.

The originally extremely hot weather was suddenly overcast, and not long after, heavy rain poured down.

Lu Xiaochan was watered by the rain, and the blood on his body was also washed away. He got a few mouthfuls of rainwater, regained some energy, and slowly crawled to the side of the road.

Every inch he moved, the broken bones on his body seemed to be pierced into his lungs.

But Lu Xiaochan didn't know where her obsession came from, even if she was going to die, she would die under the tree at the intersection.

That was the place where he was picked up by the old beggar, and it was also because of the cicadas singing on that tree that he got this name.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, where they came from, they will return to where they came from.

With the last ounce of strength, he finally climbed under the tree.

He closed his eyes, human beings, of course there is life and there is death, and there is a beginning and an end.

I have suffered enough in this life, Mantian gods and Buddhas give me a hand, in my next life... let me live a better life...

In a daze, he seemed to smell the dewy smell in his drunken dream again, which was different from the smell of rain washed and mixed with soil, it was the smell of solitude.

The smell became more and more obvious, as if someone was standing beside him.

There seemed to be a drop of dew lingering on the top of the nine heavens in Lu Xiaochan's ear. After enduring it for a thousand years, it finally fell down at will.

In an instant, everything is heard, and time stands still.

The rain that had been pouring from between the branches also suddenly suspended in midair.

Lu Xiaochan frowned, he barely opened his eyes, but he still couldn't see anything.

But he knew that someone was by his side, and very close to him.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, even if everything was his illusion, he wanted to be sure, but what his fingertips touched was only the mud under the tree.

"Alas..." Lu Xiaochan sighed.

When it comes to obsessions, my obsession has never been about endless food and inexhaustible "drunk life and dreaming of death", but about one person... even if it is only for a moment, put him in my heart.

Otherwise, there would be no trace of life or death.

He closed his eyes, and this was probably his last breath.

"Little Cicada, it doesn't hurt anymore."

This was the last voice Lu Xiaochan heard.

It was the first time he heard someone say his name in such a tone, he lifted it up lightly, but put it down with great care.

Is this God pitying him and giving him his last thoughts in this life?

Whoever you are, would you please say my name again?

The warm breath fell on his ears, his cheeks, and his neck.

No matter how messy he is, this person doesn't dislike him, he just wants to spend time with him until he dies.

Lu Xiaochan couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a hallucination, there was a person who came here for him, just for a moment of bliss in the world.

His consciousness gradually became chaotic, his soul seemed to be held in the palm of someone's hand, warmed and warmed, a breath entered his body, and everything infiltrated his body, and all the pain gradually disappeared , he seemed to have fallen into a soft cloud, and he had never slept so peacefully in his life.

After an unknown amount of time, the heart-piercing cicadas made Lu Xiaochan's brain almost explode.

He sat up suddenly, grabbed a stone under the tree and threw it on top of his head: "Stop squeaking! It's a ghost!"

The stone fell and hit him between his legs. Fortunately, Lu Xiaochan reacted quickly, otherwise the descendants would not be able to keep their roots.

The humming of the cicadas was still there, and Lu Xiaochan suddenly realized...he, he is not dead?

what happened?

Lu Xiaochan stood up and suddenly found that there was no sore spot on her body.

The bloody smell in his mouth was gone, he touched his arm, he was sure that his left arm was kicked off by the butcher, why does it seem like nothing happened now?

He jumped on the spot twice, dumbfounded.

A pair of legs that couldn't even stand up, are they okay?

What's going on here?

Lu Xiaochan turned around casually, and heard a crackling sound. He knelt down and touched it, and found a bamboo branch.

This bamboo branch is very tough, and the thickness and length are just right.

But Lu Xiaochan remembered that her bamboo branch had been thrown in the alley long ago, and when she climbed back under the tree, she didn't bring the bamboo branch with her at all.

How is this going?

He suddenly remembered the voice he heard when he was about to die.

Could it be that someone really came to save him?

Lu Xiaochan held the bamboo branch and beat it around, but there was no one there.

He held up the bamboo branch and came to Wusi Winery across the street.

If it was raining that day, someone was really by his side, maybe the waiter in the shop saw it?

Lu Xiaochan nestled under the window sill of the restaurant, and whistled when she heard the waiter's yelling.

The waiter poked his head out immediately.

"My God! Are you a man or a ghost!"

"Of course I'm human!" Lu Xiaochan raised the bamboo branch and almost knocked on the head of the waiter.

"You...you were beaten into a pool of mud by that butcher yesterday, I saw you vomit blood! You...are you really a little devil?"

"Go back to your bastard!" Lu Xiaochan couldn't help but get angry when she heard that, "You damn near beat me to death when you saw me, you dare not persuade the butcher, you don't mind if he leaves Come and see me?"

"Oh... don't I think you're dead?" The waiter probably felt a little guilty, grabbed a white flour steamed bun and threw it down to him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Look at me, all my arms, hands, and feet!"

"You... You've only been here for a day, why don't you even have a scar on your body? Could it be that you are blessed by the gods?"

"That's why I came to ask you, under that tree yesterday, did you see anyone beside me?"

"Yesterday, the heavy rain fell from noon to midnight. There was no one on the road, and there were no guest officers. We closed early..."

"It's done, I see, you just didn't see anything, did you?"

"yes……"

"Thank you for the buns, I'm going back."

Lu Xiaochan turned around and walked back to the tree.

He was beaten up yesterday, it was not a dream.

That heavy rain was not a dream.

His serious injury healed overnight, let alone a dream.

Therefore, the person who came to him could not be a dream.

I dreamed of you so many times, if you came to me, why wouldn't you show up?

Lu Xiaochan closed his eyes and sniffed hard. He could smell the smell of powder on women passing by, the sweetness of candy in the hands of children, and the smell of sweat on the man carrying a pole, but there was nothing that made him feel sour. Dreamy taste.

Sitting under the tree, Lu Xiaochan took out the steamed bun that the waiter gave him, broke off a mouthful, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Who knew that not long after eating, someone crawled towards him bit by bit.

Lu Xiaochan moved to the side, anyway, a tree can rest two people, who knew that the person grabbed his shoe that was so torn that the toes were exposed.

A hoarse voice sounded.

"Please... please give me... a bite..."

Lu Xiaochan almost choked on the steamed bun.

He has been begging others for food all his life, but in his lifetime, there are still people begging him?

Lu Xiaochan took another bite.

"I beg you……"

"Everyone is a beggar, why bother to make things difficult for each other?" Lu Xiaochan took another bite.

"I'm really hungry..."

The beggar was so angry that his voice would stop, the hoarse voice was very tormenting.

"I'm hungry too."

At this time, Mrs. Zhang took her grandson to pass by, and said, "Isn't it just a mouthful of steamed buns? The beggar is so skinny that he has only one breath left. You are also a beggar, why are you so cruel?"

Lu Xiaochan laughed out loud: "Aunt Zhang, since they are all kind-hearted, why can't you give away the meat buns in your grandson's hand? I have nothing, just this half of a steamed bun, but you want me to be a kind person. We two, Who is more cruel?"

Aunt Zhang was tongue-tied, and her grandson was about to hand over the half-bitten meat bun, when Aunt Zhang dragged him back.

"Don't look, let's go."

Lu Xiaochan smiled, and handed out the last bite of steamed bun: "That's all, I'll eat it for you."

The beggar was reincarnated like a starved ghost, after devouring it, he bit Lu Xiaochan's finger with his mouth.

"what--"

Lu Xiaochan punched and kicked her, but her fingers were still bitten tightly. The beggar let out a creepy low laugh, as if he wanted to eat Lu Xiaochan's hands!

Seeing this scene, people on the street retreated one after another. The screams of women and the cries of children were mixed together.

"It's an evil spirit!"

"That beggar... is the embodiment of an evil spirit!"

"His tongue is sticking out! His eyes are white!"

"How can there be evil spirits in Lushu Town!"

Lu Xiaochan gritted his teeth, he knew that a beggar for no reason would be no good!It turned out to be an evil spirit!

He grew up so big that he was only mentioned when the old beggar told stories.

If you are targeted by an evil spirit, you must surrender it, or you must know the name of the evil spirit.

If you can read its name, your soul can "contract" with this evil spirit, and maybe let it let you live.

Half of his arm had already been swallowed by it, cold sweat dripped from Lu Xiaochan's forehead.