Peiyu: "...".
She looked down at the fallen puppet. The corpse puppet's facial features were festered, and its head like withered grass was draped behind its back, which was very terrifying.
She recognized the rotting corpse.
This corpse was named Hua Niang when she was born, and she can embroider beautiful flowers. She is Suinong's wife kidnapped from other places, and she has been here for many years.
Hua Niang is always smiling, she is a bit rich, she used to secretly bring food to Peiyu and her mother, sometimes it was a bowl of clear porridge, sometimes it was a few bran buns. For Xiao Peiyu, who competes with wild dogs for food every day, this smiling fat lady is as good as a fairy descended from the earth.
But Hua Niang died more than a month ago. When Sui Nong was drunk, he used to beat her with a stick. Her screams resounded in all directions, and the whole village could hear her. Her son walked slowly through the door, and waved his hands to the group of troublemakers listening to the excitement, "It's okay, it's okay, she can't die, her life is very cheap."
The violence that day was very long, from noon to dusk.
Hua Niang's crying and wailing became lower and lower, and finally turned into a weak moan. Peiyu rushed into the courtyard to stop her, but was kicked out by Huaniang's son. No one dared to step forward, except for the old yellow dog that Hua Niang had fed leftovers a few times. The old dog clung to Sui Nong's leg, but he was very old and lost all his teeth. Sui Nong hit him on the head with a stick and died.
Hua Niang also died.
No funeral was done. That day, Sui Nongjia cooked a pot of dog meat.
Fragrant and fragrant.
On days when someone cooked meat, Peiyu would always squat at the door of that household, waiting for a few leftover bones. But even if those people fed the bones to pigs and dogs, they would not leave them to her. So most of the time, she just goes for the smell.
Smelling the fragrant smell, I chewed it twice, as if I had eaten meat.
But Peiyu didn't go that day.
She ran to the mass grave in the back mountain, trying to dig a grave for Hua Niang. She didn't have a hammer, so she had to dig with her bare hands until her hands were dripping with blood before she made a small hole. But her strength was too weak, and Hua Niang was dead, and she couldn't push the corpse into the pit even with all her strength.
The sky has already darkened, ghost fires are like fireflies in the mass graves, one barren grave after another, unknown species of insects began to whine, a bit like many people crying.
Hua Niang was lying on the ground, with a big wound on her forehead and blood all over her face, she looked horrifying.
The seven or eight-year-old child was already extremely tired after doing so many things, so he fell asleep leaning on Hua Niang's lap without worrying about fear.
When she woke up the next day, she found herself sleeping in the cowshed. Two pieces of cloth were wrapped around the injured hand, and the four corners of the coarse cloth were embroidered with small flowers, which were Huaniang's favorite pattern when she was alive.
It rained at night, and the soil in the mass grave was wet. Hua Niang was lying in the mud pit with her hands clasped, the blood on her face was washed away by the rain, her eyes were serene, and the corners of her lips were raised, as if smiling.
The child stood blankly in front of the pit, not understanding why Hua Niang fell asleep by herself. She stood there for a while, until her stomach growled several times, then she bent down and picked up the soil to cover Hua Niang's body, and put the two pieces of cloth, or handkerchiefs, in Hua Niang's hands.
Hua Niang was already dead, and the corpse puppet under her feet was just a corpse aroused by blood mist and resentment. It had no consciousness, it could only kill, it would no longer smile with squinted eyes, and it would no longer be able to hold a needle to embroider.
Death is like a lamp going out, like soup and snow.
In just a split second, the past and the past resurfaced in Peiyu's mind. She was neither sad nor melancholy. If I had to describe it, it would probably be numb. She was about to look away, but someone covered her eyes.
"Don't look," Huai Bai's palm was soft and his voice was soft, "don't be afraid."
Peiyu froze for a moment, blinked her eyes, and suddenly burst into tears.
Huai Bo bent down, half-encircled the girl, covered her eyes with the other hand, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dead person, there's nothing to be afraid of. Jian Yi, why don't you know how to block it with your body? Your junior sister saw such a scene?"
Zhao Jian curled his lips, his eyebrows drooped even more, and he looked even more worried, "This blood mist is too weird, I didn't notice the corpse puppet approaching. It's all my fault, Yingzi was so scared that he didn't sleep for several nights when he saw the corpse puppet for the first time Thinking about it, I'm afraid that my junior sister also... Alas, I would have brought Zhou Gongyi with me if I knew I would go out this time."
Huai Bo also sighed, "Forget it, forget it, I don't blame you, I don't blame you. Blame me for not finding out earlier, blame me, blame me."
They were all eager to make mistakes on themselves, and their words were more like peers than master and apprentice.
Zhao Jianyi sighed again, "This blood mist seems to be conscious, and I don't know what it is."
Huai Bai led Peiyu, and Zhao Jianyi followed at the end, walking along the village road together. This time they didn't need Peiyu to lead the way, instead they carefully protected her one after the other.
Suddenly, Huai Bai stopped and said softly, "Someone is coming."
Because of the blood mist induction, Peiyu's mind clearly visualized the familiar figures of the three people walking in—Yang Ba and Song Wu were pale and looking around vigilantly, but Sui Nong walked in the middle with a full expression of reluctance. They were also lucky to be able to get here unscathed.
After a few breaths, Zhao Jianyi also heard footsteps.
The three of them didn't know that someone was standing quietly in the blood mist waiting for them. Suddenly seeing three black shadows in front of them, they screamed and screamed in fright, and Sui Nong's legs gave way and he fell to the ground.
Zhao Jian frowned, and his bitter face dragged on longer, "Don't yell, it will be troublesome to attract corpse puppets."
After a while, the three of Yancun calmed down, and when they saw the calm Peiyu, they felt embarrassed. Sui Nong even opened his mouth and shouted, "Little bastard, are you alive?"
It seems that the village chief thought he was dead, so he sent someone out again, and Sui Nong also walked into the blood mist, which meant that he had compromised with the foreign surname. Peiyu didn't care about that title, but the other two were already dissatisfied.
Huai Bai frowned slightly, and held the girl's hand tighter.
Zhao Jianyi directly replied louder: "What do you call my junior sister?"
"...Ah, Immortal Elder." Yang Ba saw Zhao Jian's flaming chest, and immediately fell to his knees, begging: "Immortal Elder, save us!"
Song Wu also prostrated himself on the ground, begging non-stop.
Zhao Jian pointed to Sui Nong and questioned: "You, it's you, what did you call my little junior sister just now?"
Sui Nong glanced at the expressionless Peiyu, and then at the angry young immortal head, before he understood the situation, he shook his fat head and big ears, and said with a shy smile, "I don't know who is yours, the immortal head?" Junior sister?"
The corners of Peiyu's lips gradually curled up very lightly.
The yelling of these people just now has attracted the corpse puppet, and the corpse of Huaniang not far away. Maybe Hua Niang's obsession was still there before she died, and her resentment was too deep. When Sui Nong's voice sounded, she was suppressed by the spell and stood up unsteadily and walked this way.
Sui Nong seemed to see something, his eyes were wide open, and he stared straight ahead without blinking, his face was as pale as paper, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.
The dark color on the crotch pants smudged, and the sound of dripping water sounded.
"Flowers, flower girls..."
Zhao Jian pinched her nose, "It stinks!"
Huai Bai put the champagne in front of the child's nose, and nodded in agreement, "It's not just urine, the whole body stinks."
Suinong was terrified by Hua Niang, whose carrion flesh was falling down, crying, "Ahhh!"
But the two fairy elders usually stood not far away when they were watching a play, and they had no intention of saving people at all. Zhao Jianyi even clapped his hands and laughed: "Hahahahaha!"