Yin Buqi closed his eyes, his forehead was covered with sweat, his skin was pale, his eyelashes and eyebrows had turned frosty, and his whole body looked like a piece of jade, without a trace of life.
Those unspeakable nightmares became clearer: the mother's wailing, the cries of the tribe members, and the bloody, smelly corpses all over the ground.
The harsh voice seemed to be howling in his ears, "How could I give birth to such a filthy thing like you."
"That child's eyes are actually bloodshot, so creepy."
"Everyone else is dead, but you are still alive, why don't you die too!"
He was born with bad blood, he is sin.
All memories seemed to collapse in the sea of consciousness, chaotic and distorted, and finally turned into an eerie calm.
Yin Buqi opened his eyes and saw that he was still lying in the rain in the house. The sky outside had cleared up.
Jiang Niannian was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on his forehead, looking at him anxiously.
"Master..."
He had just dreamed that he was in a sea of blood and corpses, and was a little dazed for a moment.
"You caught a cold and were unconscious for three days." Jiang Niannian tucked his feet in. "You must have had a nightmare. You were talking nonsense just now."
Jiang Niannian was about to take back her hand that was on his forehead, but he grabbed it.
The young man put his face against her palm and rubbed it gently. He said, "Master, I know I was wrong, but you can't abandon me."
"It is the greatest virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them." Jiang Niannian smiled and rubbed his head: "Come, let's not talk about this for now. I've made some medicine for you to drink to drive away the cold."
Yin Buqi looked at the steaming medicine on the table next to him and said nothing.
"It's not bitter, it has a lot of sugar."
Yin Buqi hesitated for a moment, but still sat up, picked up the bowl and started drinking, and his face gradually turned red.
"Master."
"Um?"
"So... you are really a kind person who doesn't ask for anything in return."
Jiang Niannian was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
He would ask her every month why she saved him and what she wanted to take from him.
Now, this question seems to have an answer.
From that day on, Yin Buqi's attitude towards Jiang Niannian was completely different.
She serves tea and water, makes the bed and folds the quilt, comes when called and never responds when scolded.
After serving Jiang Niannian, he sat beside her, holding his chin and looking at her, without blinking, for most of the day.
He followed her wherever she went, even when she was exorcising demons and monsters, as if he was afraid that she would run away.
However, what worries Jiang Niannian is Yin Buqi's character.
His method of killing monsters and demons was extremely cruel.
He is used to killing people with his hands. Even though those two white, bony fingers look like they have never been touched by spring water, they can actually take people's lives easily.
Yes, tear it by hand.
They start to quarrel as soon as they disagree on something.
If one is unhappy, they will start to fight.
If one is unhappy... then the fight will start.
He tore the monster into pieces, his hands were covered in blood, and from time to time a few drops splashed onto his face, which was quite creepy.
For example, one day, Yin Buqi caught a ferocious beast and tore off its flesh piece by piece with an expressionless face.
"kill."
"No killing."
"kill."
"No killing."
Finally, he pinched the few remaining bones and flesh of the beast and smiled sinisterly: "Tsk, if you don't kill it, it will be too late."