pillow mountain river

It is said that people who died in the snow disaster felt not cold but the opposite heat before they died.

The fingers that were too cold to relax were wrapped in a warm current again.He finally felt the warmth he had lost for a long time again.

The child smiled, stretched his body, and fell from a height.

Before closing his eyes, he seemed to see a pair of gentle eyes with a warm smile in them.He stretched out his thin fingers to rest on the man's warm palm.

Zhen Hanshan walked to the side of the child.

This wight is dying.After the death of humans and monsters, their souls will return to heaven and earth, but corpse monsters will not.When a person turns into a demon, after death, his soul can only be scattered, and he cannot re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

The child's eyes are still closed.

Zhen Hanshan took out the bamboo tube from his bosom and filled half of it with thick black blood.The corpse demon put his hand on the back of his hand tremblingly, Zhen Hanshan avoided the corpse demon's fingers, stood up, and put away the bamboo pipe.

After taking the blood, Zhen Hanshan never looked at the dying corpse again.Perhaps at this time, this child who has not yet passed away is no different from a piece of rotten wood in his eyes.It's like treating the child who lost his life in vain to save the puppet.

Zhen Hanshan dispelled the magic circle, and Er Dong's feet finally stepped on the ground.

The snake god has been entrenched in the desert for decades by virtue of his ability to control nightmares, but in fact, this big monster's cultivation is not deep, and several monks with golden core cultivation can put him to death.

But these years, the Zongmeng never sent anyone to strangle the snake god.The reasons are, firstly, regardless of the depth of cultivation, monks will be affected by nightmares.Once the mind of a cultivator is destroyed, he will only go astray and go astray.

Another reason is that cold things like snake gods can never die. As long as the world continues to have hatred, there will eventually be a second or third snake god.

The snake god's blood was obtained in just a few days, which was much faster than Zhen Hanshan's expectation.Even so, he still couldn't feel at ease.

The cold moonlight shone on the sleepy crowd on the ground, making the place seem like a mass grave.

After Zhen Hanshan saw Er Dong's face, the bamboo tube he was holding almost fell to the ground.He strode forward and supported Er Dong's limp body.

"It hurts here..." Er Dong's face was pale, and he clutched the skirt of his clothes tightly.

Zhen Hanshan looked at the place he was pointing at, it was actually the heart.

Er Dong's eyes were slack, and his eyes fell on the distance in emptiness. He seemed to have fallen into an illusion again, and a virtual scene floated in front of his eyes.

"Tell me, what did you see?" Zhen Hanshan asked hurriedly.

Er Dong couldn't help trembling, his palm spread tremblingly, he stared at his palm as if there was something there, "Sword...and blood."

Zhen Hanshan frowned, maybe it was the scene of him killing the corpse demon that stimulated Er Dong, causing Er Dong to fall into an illusion again.He supported Er Dong, and said in a deep voice: "Those are just illusions, don't believe it! Er Dong, look at me."

Er Dong turned a deaf ear to it, covered his heart, and slowly bent his chest.

Zhen Hanshan seldom lost control of his expression, but at this moment sullenness crept up his brows.He recalled the long sword, and the swiftly retracted sword cut off the child's head before it fell into Zhen Hanshan's hands.

The corpse demon's head rolled around for a while, and finally died.

The corpse gradually reduced to ashes.

Zhen Hanshan saw the child's last expression, but in his eyes the innocent smile was like provocation and mockery.

The blood in the bamboo tube gradually decreased.Zhen Hanshan clenched his fist tightly, and when there was only a little black blood left at the bottom, he slid his blood-stained finger across Erdong's lips.

The bloodless lips were stained with black blood, and the fishy smell seeped into Er Dong's mouth.

Although the ancient books recorded the solution to the Nanzhu technique, the blood of the poisonous thing contained a strong poison, and the poison entered the body. Even if you are in the cold mountain, you don't know what the consequences will be.

Er Dong let out a few fragmentary grunts, and then violently trembled uncontrollably, like a patient suffering from epilepsy, his limbs twitching.

Zhen Hanshan could only hold him tightly in his arms, even so, the boy in his arms could not stop moaning and trembling.

After an unknown amount of time, Er Dong exhausted his energy, leaned on Zhen Hanshan's shoulder, and passed out.

Zhen Hanshan hugged Er Dong tightly at a loss, only the weak and long-lasting body temperature of Er Dong's chest reassured him.

As Zhen Hanshan expected, when the long sword pierced the snake god's chest, Er Dong saw this inexplicably familiar scene, coupled with the influence of the nightmare, another picture appeared in front of his eyes.

Frosty face, eyes full of hatred.The cold air adheres to the skin, penetrates deeply into the bone marrow, and even the exhaled air is cold.

There was a stench of blood in the mouth, it was the blood of the snake god.This smell made Er Dong retain a little consciousness, preventing him from completely falling into the abyss of illusion.

Er Dong bit the tip of his tongue, the pain brought him a brief sobriety, and the fishy smell in his mouth became stronger, and he couldn't tell whether it was caused by his own blood or the thick black blood.

The fragmented illusion finally subsided... However, the sound never stopped, and even became more and more obvious.

"...The Lin family gave birth to a pair of boys last night."

"But a pair of twins?"

"Exactly! The little one stayed in the mother's womb for a long time, and it was only born when she was a child, causing the Lin family's daughter-in-law to call for most of the night."

"Isn't today the fifth day of May? Why didn't this child leave the mother's womb earlier, but chose this unlucky day."

Two phantoms appeared in front of Er Dong's eyes, and the shadows became clearer and clearer, turning into two women dressed as peasant women.Surrounded by low-rise houses, the muddy paths were covered with accumulated rain.

The gray sky seemed to be about to rain.A woman's shout came from a small courtyard with green tiles.

"Brother Lin, don't kill my child! This is also your flesh and blood, so you have the heart to throw him to death?!"

"It's not you, woman, who forced me to kill my own flesh and blood! It's good to have one, but I have two babies in my belly, and they are both a pair of boys! You gave birth to a fifth day of the fifth lunar month, and the horoscope is evil. Don't kill me now. Will you save me when I grow up?"

"How can anyone choose a day?" The woman sat on the ground in pain, touched her tears, and sobbed, "It was the witch who was jealous that I gave birth to two boys, so she said that my son's life is terrible."

The man slapped her across the face and glared.

"Brother Lin, don't believe what they say. The child is still young, what evil can he do? We wait for the child to grow up. If he is really an evil son, we can't drive him away! Why do you have to cut off the Lin family now?" A bloodline?"

The woman knelt down, snatched the baby boy from the man's hand, and held it tenderly in her arms.The newly born child has opened his eyes, looking at the weeping biological mother without crying.

"You can raise it if you want! Don't say this is my child! I can't afford to lose face."

The man dropped the words and returned to the house from the front yard.The woman touched her tears again, looked at the baby in the swaddle, and gently stroked his cheek with her fingers.

The baby boy felt his mother's warm body temperature and burst into tears.

It was raining, and the rain was mixed with ice particles.Bitter wind, cold and damp.

At the entrance of the small courtyard, on the narrow steps that only allow one person to enter and exit, there is a child curled up. He looks no more than seven or eight years old, with bruises all over his body, and the bright red welts on his wrists have not faded.

Across the yard, there is a charcoal fire burning in the house, and the cold wind is blocked by dense paper windows.Beside the table, a child in a new jacket drank hot porridge to his heart's content. A spoonful of sugar was added to his porridge, which made it taste sweet.

"Father, I still want porridge with sugar!" The child licked the porridge stains from the corner of his mouth, and said to the man with a smile.

The man patted his head, "Greedy cat, let your mother do it for you tomorrow."

"Mother, I want to drink sweet porridge!" The child raised his voice, but the woman beside him didn't listen with his face downcast.The child pushed her hard and shouted: "I want sweet porridge!"

The woman came back to her senses, and said with a smile, "Okay, Auntie will make sweet porridge for you tomorrow." After she finished speaking, she turned to look at the paper window, and the cold wind made the window rustle, "The wind is so strong, it must be very cold outside .”

The man continued to drink the porridge, while the child smashed his mouth and drank the sweet porridge.

"Brother Lin, let him come in. It's so cold outside. Quan'er, please persuade your father to ask your brother to come in," the woman's lips parted slightly, and the words came out of her mouth softly. The snowflakes in early winter are average.

The woman dared not look at her husband, but could only look at her eldest son with worry in her eyes.

The child poured half of the untouched porridge from the mother's bowl into his own, and hummed, "He's not my brother."

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and she said, "Quan'er, how can you talk like that? That's your brother, the brother who grew up with you, didn't you like him very much before?"

"I don't have a younger brother! The kid at the door is an evil spirit, not my younger brother!" The child turned his head.

"No," the woman sobbed.The man frowned impatiently, and cursed, "I've been crying all day long! I'm working outside, and when I come back, I still want to see your face. If you cry again, you'll get out!"

The rain stopped, but the snow kept falling, and a thin layer of snow particles accumulated on the stone steps, like white sugar.The sugar was in jars on top of the stove, and he couldn't reach the sugar bowl with the span of his arms.

The child stretched out his index finger, tapped the snow, and put it in his mouth, tasteless.

Few people passed by in the deep alley covered with falling snow, occasionally one or two passers-by looked hurriedly passing by, glanced at the child under the eaves of the door, and then looked away.

Only a girl who was led by an adult couldn't stop looking at him.The adult pulled the child over and scolded, "Don't look at him! Be careful he eats you!" The adult looked at the child on the stone steps with disgust, and walked away with his daughter.

The child is accustomed to the disdainful eyes of adults, and he only stares at the snow layer, looking fascinated.

A person approached and stopped in front of him, but he never raised his head.

The smell of charcoal was wrapped in the old blanket, and it covered the child softly.It took a long time for the numb limbs to warm up slightly.

The child looked blankly at the corner of the blanket.He carefully reached out and touched the blanket, it was soft and warm.

"For you."

There was a voice from above.

The child turned his stiff neck, raised his head slowly, and a pair of gentle eyes fell into his eyes.

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