pillow mountain river

In the long night, little fireflies illuminate the surroundings.After the small world collapsed, there was endless night as far as the eye could see.

Light flakes of light floated in the air, moving up and down without wind.

The light fell on Zhen Hanshan's side face, and the deep outline lost a bit of indifference against the faint light.His eyes drooped slightly, his gaze was warm, and he looked at the young man who had woken up.

Er Dong met Shangzhen Hanshan's eyes, but couldn't help but shrink back, like a frightened hedgehog.But in his eyes, sadness was greater than fear.

Zhen Hanshan slightly opened his lips, and took the words back.He didn't know what kind of nightmare Er Dong had, but he vaguely guessed what Er Dong had dreamed about through the man just now—the man who was exactly like him with a sword in his hand.

Gentle eyes fell on Er Dong, and Er Dong looked at Zhenhan Mountain, a little absent-minded.There were many memories in his mind that should not exist for a long time. In that memory, he was another person, and the master became another person.The whole world has become strange.

He traced his identity bit by bit, like putting together a broken tile.

His name is Er Dong, and he lives on a mountain near Mao Village.

He has a master, the master doesn't like him very much, but he likes the master very much.

Later, someone told him that he was actually a demon who did many evils. After being subdued, he was suppressed in a formation, and his master was the watcher.If he does evil again, the master will mercilessly kill him.

"Don't think too much, you're just having a dream," Zhen Hanshan said.

Er Dong stared blankly at Zhen Han Shan, "Is it just a dream?"

Is it all just a dream? Where does the dream start and end? He can't tell whether it's a dream or reality, and he can't tell whether those messy memories are real or not.

Is he a man or a monster?

Is it an ordinary country boy or a monster that everyone hates?

Also, the doubt that he wants to know the most but is hard to express.

Does Master really want to kill him?

The icy long sword pierced his heart without hesitation, and the gleaming sword tip protruded from his chest, as resolute and indifferent as its owner.

Zhen Hanshan stretched out his hand, but Er Dong avoided it subconsciously, but Zhen Han Shan's hand still held Er Dong's cold hand tenaciously.Close to the skin, the heat is transferred to each other.

"What you see is only an illusion, and I will never hurt you."

The deep voice was as solemn as an oath, and every word hit Er Dong's heart directly.

Zhen Hanshan stared into Er Dong's eyes and said, "Er Dong, wake up from your dream."

There seemed to be bells ringing in my ears, and the melodious and profound bells rang from a distance, each sound getting heavier and heavier.With the ringing of the bell, the bright light floating in the air scattered in all directions, and the scene in front of me quickly faded away, changing from black to white, and the dazzling white light dispelled the night.

Er Dong suddenly opened his eyes.

The cage-like vines quickly withered and aged, turning into dust on the ground and blowing away with the wind.

He remembered that he was just sleepy and lay on the bed for a while, why did he run out of the house in the blink of an eye?

There was a big tree overhead, and the soft moonlight slanted down from between the leaves.The moonlight shrouded Zhenhanshan's eyebrows, making him look much gentler.

Er Dong looked at Zhen Han Shan suspiciously, "Master?"

Zhenhanshan smiled rarely, even if he only slightly curled the corners of his mouth, it was like the beautiful spring sunshine in March, making Er Dong feel warm all over.

Er Dong pushes forward, he knows how to read the master's expression, every time he presses Zhen Hanshan's bottom line to test back and forth.Er Dong hugged Zhen Hanshan's waist, and said in a low voice, "I just had a nightmare, but fortunately I don't remember it."

Suddenly there was something more in his arms, Zhen Hanshan was stunned, he raised his hand, it froze in mid-air for a moment, and finally put down the hand that was going to push Er Dong away.

Zhen Hanshan gently put his hand on Er Dong's back, hugged the boy, and responded, "Just wake up."

Er Dong is the best at reading Master's expression, knowing that he is in a good mood now and will not blame himself for crossing the line, so he can't wait to rub against Zhenhanshan's arms like a cat.

A wet touch suddenly came from the shoulder, and Er Dong felt strange. He came out of the master's arms, wanted to take a look at the shoulder, but was suddenly stunned.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Zhen Hanshan's mouth, and the wet and warm touch just now, obviously the blood dripped on him.

Er Dong opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, he just kept staring at the corner of Zhen Hanshan's mouth.

Zhen Hanshan wiped off the spilled blood, the blood stain on the back of his hand was dazzlingly red, he glanced at it, and said lightly: "No problem."

"It's bleeding!" Er Dong bluffed, "It's bleeding!"

"Aren't you too?" Zhen Hanshan looked at Er Dong with a smile, and there were still dried blood stains on Er Dong's lips.

Er Dong froze for a moment, smashed his mouth, and the strong fishy smell exploded in his mouth.

Zhen Hanshan leaned closer, and carefully wiped away the blood stains on Erdong's mouth with his fingertips.

Er Dong could see Master's gentle expression when he lowered his eyes, and the warm breath sprinkled on his face.For a moment, he forgot the soft touch on his lips, until Zhen Hanshan withdrew his hand, he seemed to come back, and the roots of his ears were red.

"Let's go back," Zhen Hanshan stood up and stretched out his hand to Erdong.

Er Dong was still sitting on the ground, moving his fingers slowly.

"What's wrong? Can't walk?" Zhen Hanshan asked.

Er Dong shook his head, swallowed his saliva, but thought in his heart that he had a nightmare just now, and now it is not a good dream again, it is still a dream after all.Otherwise, how could Master treat him...unbelievably nice?

However, the temperature conveyed by the palm is particularly real.

The five fingers of the hand holding him are long and slender, with well-defined joints, and the tendons on the back of the hand are clearly visible.This hand seemed to have a kind of gentle power, calming all the unreasonable fear and anxiety in his heart.

When Er Dong returned to his residence, there were faint voices in the room.His rabbit ears are sensitive to sound, and he immediately recognized that one of them was the owner of the village.

"Master, there are people in the room," Er Dong said in a low voice.

"It's okay, go in," Zhen Hanshan said, leading Er Dong into the house.

The two men in the room had red eyes and black eyes.The arrival of Er and Dong did not attract their attention, and they were still talking to themselves.

"Have you checked?" asked the village master.

The other man was short in stature and extremely thin, like a mature monkey. "I checked and slept like a dead pig. I couldn't wake up even if I patted it."

"This medicine is still effective," the village owner sneered, "Leave the little one, and kill the middle-aged man."

"Village Master, I'm afraid it's not good. The little one is useful, and it's all right to die. The man is a doctor. If he is a rescuer, will he commit crimes if he kills him?"

The village master's eyes were deep, and killing intent rolled in his eyes, "Sin? What kind of life are we living now? We are living for our own lives, but these people can sleep well day and night, can you be willing!?"

Er Dong couldn't understand what these two people said, he just found it strange that the two of them stood in the room, but the two of them turned a blind eye and kept talking about themselves.Moreover, the person who claimed to be the owner of the village was smiling during the day, but at night, he had a hideous face.

With a dark face, the village owner scolded, "You still sympathize with foreigners. These two people have stayed here for a few days for nothing, so they should pay something!"

"But..." The short and thin man still hesitated.

The village master smiled contemptuously, "If you want to spare their lives, that's fine. You can exchange them with your youngest son. After a few more years, he will grow up and can be dedicated to Lord Snake God."

When the man heard this, his expression changed drastically, he knelt down in panic, and kowtowed to the village master, "Master village master, my little baby is still young! After the big one made sacrifices, my mother fell ill, and if the little baby leaves us again, it will be too late. Didn't they force our family to die!"

"If you sympathize with others, the only one who suffers is yourself. Don't disobey my words and kill that person."

The short and thin man got up from the ground, hesitantly picked up the dagger on the table.When he held the dagger in his hand, the hesitation in his eyes was swept away, and a cruel and decisive gaze shot out from his eyes.

"He's going to kill people," Er Dong said in surprise, shaking the sleeves of Pillow Han Shan.

The man was already holding a dagger and strode to the bed.Lying on the bed was a man in his 40s, with slender eyebrows and a long face, and a beard on his chin.

"Master, us?" Er Dong looked at Zhen Han Shan hesitantly, he didn't know what to do in the current scene.

"Don't worry about it," Zhen Hanshan folded his hands behind his back and stood by.

"But that person," Er Dong said hesitantly.The short and thin man lifted the quilt and raised his hand high. The dim candlelight reflected on the dagger, reflecting a cold light.

When the tip of the knife stabbed down, Zhen Hanshan pulled Er Dong over, and gently covered his eyes with his palm.Blood splattered everywhere, and hot blood dripped on the gauze curtain.

"That person is just a puppet, not a living person," Zhen Hanshan leaned over and whispered in Erdong's ear.Even so, he still covered Er Dong's eyes with his hands, preventing Er Dong from seeing the splash of blood.

"At dawn, find a place to bury the person, tie up the little one, give him something to eat in the morning, and then feed him the drug. Tomorrow will be the festival. If the person escapes, Lord Snake God will blame him. Everyone is going to die!" The village master raised his voice.

The short and thin man had just killed someone, and cold sweat was still oozing from his forehead. He was extremely decisive when he killed someone. When the blood splashed on his face, he became a little confused.No matter what the village owner said, he always looked in a daze.

The two talked again.They didn't know that the teenager and the middle-aged man on the bed were all puppets set up by Zhen Hanshan.

Simeng, the snake god, has the ability to control nightmares.His whereabouts are erratic like a ghost in a dream, and even the best magic weapon can't track the breath of the snake god.

However, the snake god has a habit of being kind, especially the heart of a teenager.Some remote villages in the Moyuan will take the initiative to sacrifice young boys and let the snake gods cut off their hearts.Perhaps the only trace of the snake god can be found in the festival.

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