"Small-"
As if it came from the distant mountains and rivers, Xiahou Pei heard Xiahou Pei's call in a daze. He rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed, opened the door ignorantly, and the cold wind from outside rushed in, causing him to shudder violently.
"Mother? Are you back?" he shouted.
No answer.
Opening the door of Xiahou Pei, it was as yesterday, and there was no trace of anyone coming. Xia Houlin finally panicked, and hurriedly put on his jacket and ran to Qiuye's house.
Autumn leaves are feeding the chickens, and a few pieces of chicken feathers are stuck on the felt hat. Xia Houlin shouted across the fence, "Master, my mother hasn't come back yet!"
"Maybe it was a delay on the way, Xiaolin, don't worry." Qiuye looked up at him.
"I know," Xia Houlin said. "It must have been a delay on the way. I just wanted to pick her up. The mountain is covered by heavy snow. I'm worried that my mother won't recognize the way."
Qiuye whispered: "Go, Xiaolin. Remember to go to the abbot's rice bowl to get the medicine first, no one can stop you."
Xia Houlin nodded heavily, turned and ran away.
The decrepit mountain temple was in tatters, and the rotten piles and beams were bare outside, unable to stop the cold wind whistling on the mountain, and could only let them sweep the Temple of Heavenly Kings. The monk in black sat curled up at the foot of the black Buddha statue, and tapped the wooden fish with a stick between his fingers. Xia Houli tiptoed close to the abbot's back, stretched out his hand to reach the rice bowl beside the futon, which was filled with pitch-black pills.
There are no more or less pills, just enough for all the assassins. Xia Houlin took two and quietly backed away. When he left the Temple of Heavenly Kings, the abbot opened his eyes as if he had just woken up, and turned over a scripture.
Xia Houlin stole Uncle Duan's old horse and a jug of wine, and, carrying a burden, went down the mountain alone through the long wind and snow. No one knew how he got out of the mountain. When he appeared at the foot of the mountain, he looked like a snowman. The villagers at the foot of the mountain thought he was a fairy in the snow-capped mountain.
The old horse was dying, Xiahou Rin changed his horse and went straight to Liuzhou day and night.
Liuzhou is not very big, the distance from south to north is one hundred and fifty feet. Xiahou Rin arrived early in the morning, dismounted at the city gate, and looked for a dark spot on the map.
Garan stationed five hidden stakes in Liuzhou. Each dark pile manages a dark cave. The assassins call the dark cave the post house, which is the place where the assassins settle. Secret caves are hidden in dark piles of homes, some are cellars, some are secret rooms behind cabinets. The dark piles are usually civilians, and some people even have family members, but when you open the trap door of the dark cave, you will see a carpet of Rakshasa people inside. The cave also provided the company of prostitutes with enchanting figures.
The abbot was so stingy that Lianshan Temple was unwilling to renovate it, but he decorated the dark cave with splendor, just so that the assassin could adjust to the best state and swipe the fatal knife in the plan.
Xiahou Pei usually does not settle in dark caves. She thought the place was cramped and airtight, and some of the dishes cooked in the dark piles were not to her taste. Every year, she goes to Qiuye to rob a human skin mask, and then she lives in the best inn in the city, eats and drinks in the best restaurant, and even fights one-to-many group fights with other drunks when she is in the mood. Xiahou Pei is a lone assassin, but he likes to stay in crowded places. When she was still taking Xiahou Lin down the mountain, she often took him to the temple to listen to the opera, and to the trick house to listen to the music. The little Xia Houlin was held in his arms by the girls and played with them one by one. His round and tender breasts and the scent of his nose made him dizzy.
Xia Houlin walked from the Hualiu Lane in the south of the city to the Zhifen shop in the east of the city, and then from the Zhifen shop in the east of the city to the Yizhuang in the west of the city, and asked the dark piles one by one. Sure enough, everyone said that they had never seen Jia Lou Luo.
Xia Houlin found the guest room she had stayed in again. The shopkeeper said that she had paid for the room for three months, but she only stayed for one and a half months. The shopkeeper did not keep the house, but gave it to a new guest officer.
She was still unsheathed, and Xiahou was so angry that he kicked the wall, and now there was no clue. If she didn't apply to the superior to arrange a sheath for her to be assassinated, the superior would not issue an order to go to the place, and since she did not stay in the dark cave, the Liuzhou dark post naturally didn't know her whereabouts.
Maybe she was out of town and just missed him. Xia Houlin was walking down the street with a bag. As noon approached, there were many more people. The peddler of the merchant was walking back and forth carrying the burden, and his voice was loud. There are also dung carts who put stacks of dung buckets by the river, the mouth of the dung bucket is poured down, and the river water rushes into it, and it is clean at once. Those who walk with their children, those who walk with their daughters-in-law, those who wear gold, those who wear silver, those who are barefoot... rub shoulders.
Xia Houlin walked to Beishi, where buns and steamed buns are sold in the early morning, rice noodle soup and rice at noon, and all kinds of rare gadgets. It is the most lively area in Liuzhou City. There was a group of people in front of them, pointing at what they were looking at. Xia Houlin walked to the side and glanced at it. It was a stinking corpse. Crawling in and out, flies buzzed around.
Xia Houlin quickly walked away, so disgusted that he didn't want to eat.
In the afternoon, Xia Houlin walked to the gate of Jingdao Villa and looked at it. Everything was normal in the villa. Two vicious servants were guarding the door. There was no sign of hanging white flags or funerals. Xia Houlin felt a little cold. He asked around to find out if there was any major event in Jingdao Villa recently, and the people kept silent, as if mentioning the villa would kill him.
Xiahou Pei undoubtedly missed, but where did she go? Maybe he was injured and couldn't hurry, so he had to hide first. Xia Houlin was even more worried.
Passing by the corpse again, Xia Houlin behaved well this time, clutching his nose and walking around quickly.
If she was injured, why didn't she go to the dark cave to recuperate? She was not injured, she just left, she should have just missed him, maybe she has arrived at Galan by now, and she is sleeping soundly at home. Xiahou Pei went to the post house and sent a letter to Jialan Village at the foot of the mountain, asking them if they had seen Xiahou Pei returning to the mountain.
As the sun sets in the west, the late heavy gold shines on the bluestone road, and the tips of the moss shine. Xia Houlin walked for a day and his feet were about to break. He picked a step and sat down, took out the water bottle in his bag and took a sip. This happened to be the intersection of Beishi Street. In the evening, people scattered, and the stall was only a lonely shelf. There were sugar gourds dropped by children on the ground, which were blown away by the wind.
There was finally no one around the dead body. The solitary body was lying on the street, ragged and disheveled. Xia Houlin felt that he was a little pitiful.
His head and body were separated, and his left hand was also broken. I don't know who was strung in by someone and hung it around his empty neck. The head rolled to one side, Xia Houlin remembered that it wasn't there, and it was probably kicked by someone. At this moment, his face was facing Xia Houlin, and his two empty eyes were looking at Xia Houlin's direction.
The golden sunset covered the street, and the body was also plated with a thin layer of gold. Xia Houlin looked at him silently, his face suddenly cold, Xia Houlin stroked his face, he didn't know when he cried.
Suddenly, Xia Houlin stood up and walked towards the corpse step by step. The head obviously wouldn't move, but Xia Houlin felt that the two big empty eye sockets had been looking at him, watching him approaching step by step, and finally stopped beside him.
Xia Houlin brushed away the dirty braids that covered his face. The face was tattered, and it could be seen that he had been slashed by a knife. Who has such a big hatred with him? Since throwing the corpse into the market should be to humiliate him, why destroy his face again
There were countless stab wounds on his body, his shoulders and back were almost chopped to shreds, his bones were shattered into pieces, and tender maggots burrowed out of the mud-like carrion, squirming at Xia Houlin's fingertips.
Who is he
Xia Houlin was a little scared. He wanted to stand up and leave, but there seemed to be a hand on his shoulder, making him unable to move.
In the next instant, his eyes somehow fell on the shattered corner of the corpse's clothes.
It was the most common sackcloth linen. It was made of black material. The corners of the clothes were not well sewed, the stitches were messy, and even the threads overflowed. It could be seen that the craftsmanship of the sewers was not very good.
When Xia Houlin saw the corner of his clothes, his mind went blank. At that moment, he seemed to have lost all five senses, he could not hear any sound, nor could he see anything else.
It was sewn by him.
Xiahou Pei couldn't sew clothes, so she sewed clothes, sewed old holes, and added new ones. Forced by life, Xia Houlin had no choice but to start sewing, cutting fabrics, sewing clothes, and even embroidering, all by himself. He made this dress last fall. Xia Houpei complained that the original old clothes were torn and asked Xia Houlin to cut one for her. He also shamelessly said that the clothes made by others were not used to wearing them. .
is that a lie. He must have misunderstood. How could the clothes he made be worn by a stranger? His mother must still be waiting for him somewhere to find her, sure, sure!
Xia Houlin covered his mouth with all his strength to prevent the whimper from spilling out of his throat. But the tears couldn't stop flowing, sliding down the eyelashes and falling on the hands, like a hot brand.
He suddenly recognized it. There is no shape, but the skeleton still has the shadow of Xiahou Pei. He realized that this ugly corpse belonged to his mother Xiahou Pei.
Wordless sorrow weighed on his shoulders like a heavy iron. Desolate sorrow roamed in his blood, he wanted to roar, he wanted to roar, but opened his mouth, only to cry hoarsely. With trembling hands, he picked up Xiahou Pei's body. She was as light as a cloud, as if it would shatter at the slightest touch. She was indeed broken, and none of the bones under the carrion were intact.
He could almost imagine how those long sharp knives plunged into her body one by one and chopped down her bones one by one. He could almost see how Garuda's head rolled off his neck that nightmarish night.
There was chaos in his mind. One time it was Xia Hou Pei robbing him of his roasted sweet potato when he was a child, another time it was her dark back like withered bamboo in the rainy night of Lu Mansion, and another time it was her wanton smile when she swung her knife. In the end, all the voices and smiles fell on this muddy carrion, and everything was still.
The agonizing pain ripped through his heart, his chest seemed to be split open, and there was a scorching flame flowing incessantly. Xia Houlin knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
Heavy footsteps sounded at the end of the street, and the ground seemed to vibrate. Xia Houlin raised his head, and an eagle-like man ran on a horse, surrounded by disciples like mountains and seas. Everyone wore a three-foot-long Qi family knife, their left feet fell at the same time, and their right feet were raised at the same time, like an army.
He killed my mother!
Xia Houlin put down Xiahou Pei's body, pulled out his sword, and roared loudly.
At that moment, he was a lone wolf of the Jedi, a wolf cub who had lost a close relative, showing his sharpest fangs at the enemy. He was breathing heavily, his lungs were pulled open like worn-out bellows, and his bloodshot eyes were reflected by the ice-cold, sharp blade.
kill him! kill him! kill him!
Crazy thoughts burned in his mind like fire, and Shen Xiong's angry dragons and snakes surged wildly in his veins. Xiahou Rin carried the knife and wanted to take revenge on the man.
However, just as he took the first step and was about to rush towards the enemy, he was hit hard on the back of the neck. The strength of his body was suddenly emptied, and he collapsed all of a sudden. He opened his eyes and stared at the man, with gray hair and a knife-cut face.
The strength slipped away uncontrollably, and in the end even the eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he closed his eyes reluctantly.
The world was dark in an instant.