This day is covered with dark clouds. We call him a mysterious person. He is sitting by the fountain. His expression illustrates the struggle between the light and the growing darkness.
He is wearing a long red robe, which is obviously of good quality, but they have ragged edges, which is obviously already very vicissitudes of life. The old storyteller carried a leather bag on his right shoulder, and he leaned against a straight, undecorated oak tree.
Today, a large group of children gather to listen. The children in this city were playing games on the street, but the man distracted them from the games.
We sat on the polished stone path surrounding the fountain, waiting for the storyteller to speak. He was sitting on the short retaining wall of the fountain, looking at us through thick white eyebrows, with a beard on his chest. He turned his head and looked at the statue. The old man cleared the mucus in his throat and sipped the idol in disgust. Then he turned around and saw our surprised expressions.
We looked at each other and then at him, ready to swallow his words. Locally, blasphemy statues were sentenced to death. Only a prophet would dare to do such things. Perhaps, at least, if someone reported the matter to the authorities, we might see him arrested.
As we stared, the old man blinked at us. He leaned his stick on the edge of the fountain, ready to speak. Every movement of him made us tremble with anticipation. Just like in the past, listening to our parents share stories, it is always worth looking forward to a real reward.
"I was sitting with the children that day." When the man finally spoke, he told us: "The story I am going to share with you is about the guardian of Satan. It is an absolute truth, because it happened nearly one day. A hundred years ago. You see, children, the strangest thing Fan Fan encountered a devil for the first time was not that he could see that creature, but that it couldn't see him."
When the old man finished telling his story, my life became silent and never the same as before.
Fan Fan looked at this strange guy infatuated. "Mom?" He said as he tugged at her long skirt.
"To be honest, I don't know how you always have such good crops," a woman said to his mother.
"This is the grace of God, that's it," his mother replied.
"How old is your son now?"
"I just turned five years old last month," his mother said proudly.
"I don't know you've been in Salem for so long. It looks like you came here in that rickety carriage the other day. I don't know how you got here."
Fan Fan tugged again. "Mom, who is that man?"
She turned to Fan Fan, and followed his finger. "I didn't see anyone. Let's play now, but do you want to be too far away from me."
"Have you heard the rumors?" the woman continued. "They said that a village near the northern border was looted."
"I haven't heard," his mother replied.
Fan Fan focused on something he had never seen before. At first, the devil looked almost human, although he was more kingly demeanor. Fan Fan noticed that his clothes, red and black and gray fabrics were of good quality. The Devil's Sword was hovering near his left hip. No matter where the Devil moved, the Devil's Sword remained in exactly the same position.
Despite the human form, the appearance of the devil is gradually changing. Every few seconds, his body changed from a human form to a certain kind of wolf, then a reptile, and then a Chéng Rén shape. The light around the devil was blurry, as if the light could not keep up with his movements. Fan Fan pointed a stick at the monster. The devil was swimming in the village, and Fan Fan kept following him with his stick.
The devil searched the crowd, but never noticed that the blond boy was standing next to the muddy puddle. The dust covered Fan Fan’s feet, and the white pullover was covered with dirt, even though his mother had already told him. Don't stay away from him.
The devil investigated the village and the villagers, and seemed to be looking for something. The devil approached the crowd silently, listening to their conversation, trying to catch clues. He moved to a different house, disappeared inside for a while, and then reappeared on the street. Fan Fan remained motionless, in awe.
Then the devil returned to Fan Fan's side. Up to now, the child has been completely far away from his mother. The devil stopped. Something caught his attention. He bent down and checked the stick in Fan Fan's hand. He didn't seem to see the boy.
There was a confused expression on the devil's face, and he knelt so close that Fan Fan left for a while. When the stick moved with him, the devil's surprised expression frightened the child. He took the stick from Fan Fan's small hand. The child ran into the crowd to find his mother, his little feet left marks on the dusty ground.
The devil smiled evilly, and the shapes of werewolves and reptiles flashed across his face. "Then you are here after all," he whispered.
The sound of footsteps disappeared into the bustling crowd in the market. He still did not see the child, but it was not important now. He is familiar with this place so that he can complete his master's task. At this moment the devil had left Salem in a blurry light that mortals could not see.
At night, in the room, Fan Fan bumped his head into the pillow, "No one believes me!"
"Good night," Elspeth said.
Fan Fan yawned, "I will show you tomorrow, Elspeth, when we go to the market to set up a stall."
"Good night, Fan Fan!"
The boy took a deep breath, studying the shadow of the light, and soon he fell asleep.
A low and steady rumble, like a stampede, awakened Espeth from his sleep. The torches in the distance and the screams of women and children pushed the parents out of the main room below.
Elspeth heard the yelling, and the sound of her father drawing his sword came from the sheath, which was usually fixed to the wall in the living room. Her mother climbed the ladder into the attic and tried to get close to her child, "Elspeth, we must run away!"
what happened? Why is mother so scared
Her mother hugged Fan Fancong and pushed him into Espeth's arms. The child stared at the surroundings with half-squinted eyes, and he held Elspeth tightly until the mother climbed down the ladder.
The children were stuffed into the attic of their parents' bedroom, while the adults were sitting in the main room of the house, lying comfortably by the burning stove in the fireplace. Fanfan told Elspeth about his experience. His beautiful sister Auburn, a seventeen-year-old young woman, pretended to listen intently, immersing her in another wild fantasy of her brother. She wondered who the strangers who looked like reptiles and wolves were.
"It's true, I promise," Fan Fan said. He even stretched out his finger. The monster knocked the stick off his hand, and the monster hit his finger. Elspeth examined the bruises. "It doesn't prove anything," she said, prone to trouble, she guessed privately. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)