Sang Yu's shout came from behind, but it was too late for Murong to turn around.
She has already entered the world in the painting, and the scene around her has changed in a blink of an eye.
There is a lush bamboo forest, the bluestone slabs under the feet are wet, and there are mosses just emerging from them.
At the end of the road, there is a yard surrounded by a wooden fence, and there is a thatched cottage in the yard.
The surrounding was very quiet, not a single sound could be heard, Mu Rong walked to the end of the road, pushed open the chaplain door, and entered the house.
The furnishing of the main room is very simple, only a stove is built, and a set of coir raincoats and bamboo hats are hung on the wall. Walking into the room, there is a square table in the middle of the kang, with only an oil lamp on it.
Hua Yao was sitting behind the table, and Murong saw it as soon as he entered the door.
"You came."
"Um."
"Are you here to save people? Or are you here to get rid of me?"
Murong thought for a while and replied, "Save people."
Hua Yao smiled, waved his sleeves, and a cup of tea appeared on the table: "Please sit down."
Murong sat cross-legged opposite Hua Yao, but did not touch the teacup in front of him.
"My name is Luo Ruyan, and your name is Mu Rong, right?"
Murong nodded: "Where are the three of them now?"
"Don't worry, they are fine, I gave them the most perfect life."
"You have experienced thousands of years of practice to develop your spiritual wisdom. I think you should know that in the cycle of reincarnation, it is not easy to obtain a human body. If these three lives are ruined in your hands, Heaven will not let you go. Wait until you pass On the day of catastrophe, you will most likely be faced with the wrath of the gods, and you will be wiped out by then."
Luo Ruyan sighed softly: "If I say that I never thought of harming anyone, can you believe it?"
"Do not believe."
"You are honest, much better than them."
"You absorbed Li Jiaming's yang energy. I can understand it as: out of your certain needs, you were forced to detain Bao Xiaoxuan's soul, but you were detaining Sang Tong. How can you explain it?"
Luo Ruyan and Mu Rong looked at each other calmly, and replied, "Because she wants to kill me."
"And how do you know?"
"I am a painting scroll. The function of painting is to record the past. In my world, as long as I have met someone, I can know all her past. That Sang Tong has never let go of a "heterogeneous" , Her hands are covered with the blood of us "heterogeneous", I don't think she will let me go."
"Then why did you show up to see me?"
"I want to live."
"You let the three of them go now, and I can guarantee that you will be fine."
"I can release Li Jiaming and Bao Xiaoxuan, but not Sang Tong."
"Why?"
"She will definitely kill me. I read her past, and in the words of you humans, she has no credibility in the face of us "heterogeneous". Even if she is asked to swear, she will not obey , She has done this kind of thing too many times, I can't believe her."
Murong crossed his hands on the table, thought for a long time, and said, "Can you release Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming first, and I will stay here as your hostage."
Luo Ruyan fell into doubt again, she stared at Mu Rong in a daze, her eyes full of puzzlement: "Why? Aren't you afraid of 'death'?"
Murong hooked the corner of his mouth: "In my world, there are things more important than life, and there are things more terrible than death. I am willing to replace them."
Luo Ruyan was confused and murmured: "You humans' emotions are too complicated, I don't understand... Can you give me your hand?"
Murong stretched out a hand calmly.
This time, the doubts in Luo Ruyan's eyes became more intense.
Luo Ruyan's hands were very cold, without the warmth of a human being.
About ten seconds later, Luo Ruyan let go of Mu Rong's hand: "As expected, I read correctly, you and Sang Tong are different."
Murong withdrew his hand: "Can you let Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming go now?"
Luo Ruyan thought for a while, then nodded and agreed: "But you have to promise me one condition."
"you say."
"I see that you have experienced many things in the past, which are filled with very strong human emotions. I want to learn."
"Let Sang Tong go, I promise you."
Luo Ruyan smiled lightly: "This is my world, why do you negotiate terms with me?"
"This is your last chance. No one will come in again. If we can't get out, they will burn the painting in a short time. I can assure you that I will do my best to keep you safe."
"I have seen your past, and I have never intentionally killed, nor have I rejected our 'heterogeneous', I am willing to believe you."
"Okay, let's get started."
Luo Ruyan turned her palm, and two coin-sized light spots appeared in her palm: "Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming are here, I will let them out now."
After the words fell, a door of light appeared between Mu Rong and Luo Ruyan, perpendicular to the table.
Through the "Light Gate", Murong saw the outside world. Sang Yu was standing inside the closed door crying, Hao Jiefang was smoking with his brows furrowed, Su Sifang folded his hands and sat cross-legged.
Luo Ruyan threw two dots of light into the "door": "We can start now."
"good."
"I will block all your memories, you will not remember that this is the world in the painting, but I will keep your deepest desire, or some kind of strong emotion, so that you can make a real and reasonable choice, and at the same time I I will also make some changes to the development of the world according to your desire, so that I can learn your human emotions."
"good."
After the words fell, Murong felt his head tearing in pain.
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"Hai Jun, Hai Jun, let Mu Rong go! She's only ten years old, you should sell me, I can do anything, please!"
Murong's mind went blank for a few seconds, and she was brought back to her senses by the pain. At this time, she was being dragged out of the yard by her biological father by her hair.
Fear and despair filled her heart. She struggled desperately, but every time she moved, there was a sharp pain on the top of her head: "Mom, mom, save me!"
Hearing Mu Rong's desperate cry for help, the always cowardly Tang Jie swooped and hugged Mu Haijun's leg: "Hai Jun, please, let Mu Rong go, sell me!"
"Damn, how much are you worth? I want to take her to sell, how much can you sell? If you don't let go, I will kill you!"
"No, no, Hai Jun, Mu Rong is your biological daughter, she is only ten years old, please let her go!"
"Damn it, I'm going to beat you to death!"
Mu Haijun let go of Mu Rong, grabbed Tang Jie's hair with one hand, and swung his fist with the other hand, hitting Tang Jie's head one after another.
After a few moments, Tang Jie's face changed shape, and her nose started to bleed. She looked at Mu Rong with tears in her eyes, and hugged Mu Haijun's leg tightly. She burst out with all her courage and strength, and shouted loudly: " Murong! Run, run!"
"Mother!"
"You dare to run? If you dare to run out of this door today, I will break your legs if I catch you!"
"Murong, run!"
The old clothes on Mu Rong's body were covered with dust from the yard, and his small face was also covered with mud, so the original color could not be seen.
On her cheeks, there were two tear stains, glaring and clear.
"Mom!" Murong yelled, and ran out of the yard without looking back.
Behind him, the sound of abuse from men and wailing from women became smaller and smaller.
She was crying loudly while running, tears blurred her vision, she accidentally stepped on something, slipped and fell to the ground.
Mu Rong got up and saw that what tripped her was a sharp butcher's knife!
When she was young, she couldn't think about why a butcher's knife suddenly appeared on the dirt road in the countryside.
She couldn't help sobbing, her body trembling, looking at the butcher's knife close at hand, she stretched out her hand out of nowhere.
Mu Rong ran back to her yard clutching a one-foot-long butcher's knife. Her mother Tang Jie was already lying unconscious in the yard. Dahei barked at Mu Haijun, and an iron chain as thick as a baby's arm was tied Earn a straight ring.
Great, the mother is still alive, and Dahei has not broken free from the chain!
Mu Rong, who was in extreme tension and fear, didn't realize what his thought represented.
Mu Haijun pawed Tang Jie's body again, walked to the door cursing, and walked towards Dahei with the shovel in hand.
A resolute light flashed in Mu Rong's eyes, she licked her chapped lips, and walked towards Mu Haijun with her waist down.
Seeing Mu Rong, Dahei, who is quite human, instantly understood the master's intentions, shouted louder, and made full-fledged attacks, attracting Mu Haijun's attention.
Mu Rong held the knife with both hands instead, aiming at Mu Haijun's waist, finding the right moment, and stabbing hard.
With a "poof", blood sprayed all over Mu Rong's body and face, before she could close her eyes, her vision was scarlet.
Mu Haijun died, he died on the spot.
I don't know who called the police, but the demon spirit came.
Seeing the scene in the courtyard, they immediately sealed off the scene, sent the unconscious Tang Jie to the hospital, and Mu Rong was taken back to the police station.
Three days later, such a news was published on the front page of Sanyang Daily.
"Ten-year-old boy, unbearable domestic violence, in order to save his mother, killed his biological father by mistake"
The subtitle is: A man addicted to gambling intends to kill his wife and sell his daughter. Is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality
Since Mu Rong is a minor, the content of the news largely preserved Mu Rong's privacy, not only using a pseudonym, but also fictitious the location of the incident.
Yaoyaoling appraised Tang Jie's injuries and confirmed that Tang Jie was in a coma when Mu Haijun died, thus ruling out the suspicion of mother and daughter conspiring to murder.
And because Mu Rong was only ten years old, according to the Minor Protection Law, the court acquitted Mu Rong and released him. He only received an additional three weeks of psychological treatment, which was also at public expense.
The author has something to say: I was very sad when I wrote this article, and I thought, if I were Mu Rong, would I repeat this past in order to save people