The night was as cool as water. From time to time, the cries of birds could be heard in the dark forest, which, along with the forest breeze, created a desolate atmosphere.
The sound of horse hooves came from a distance, getting closer and closer.
"Cousin, you'd better hurry up. You're a grown man, but you're even more delicate than me." The disdainful voice was as clear as the chirping of a yellow oriole, but the only response she got was a muffled groan from the man.
In the cool moonlight, one can vaguely see two figures on horseback. The one leading the way is a young girl, and behind her is a boy of about fifteen or sixteen.
Although the man didn't say anything, he used his legs to exert some strength and tried to catch up with the girl in front of him.
Just as she was about to catch up, the girl's horse suddenly stopped, and she staggered and almost fell off the horse.
The girl instinctively leaned over to look at the horse, but she didn't expect a figure to slowly stand up by holding the horse's legs.
Under the moonlight, the man who stood up had a dirty face, except for his eyes, which were as bright as the stars in the sky. He stood trembling in front of the horse, looking at the frightened girl on the horse.
"Ghost?" The girl whispered, and before she finished speaking, she swung her whip...
"A'man, what are you doing?" the man who had walked in front of the girl suddenly shouted.
"To fight ghosts." The girl called Ah Man glanced at the man and answered honestly.
But before her whip could fall, the young man who was standing by holding the horse's legs fell off the horse with a thud.
The girl dismounted, walked over to the boy and touched his hand.
"Hot, alive, ghost." She muttered softly, but she didn't expect that her hand had been tightly grasped by the ghost boy.
"I'm not a ghost." The young man was as vigorous as a thread, with bright eyes, as clear as the moon.
"You want me to save you? You are a ghost." Ah Man said dissatisfiedly.
“I’m still alive, not a ghost.”
The boy's voice was weak but righteous, and he closed his eyes after he finished speaking.
"You're not cute at all, cousin. Let's go." Ah Man stood up and climbed onto the horse.
The young man lying on the ground was breathing weakly, and he didn't say another word until Ah Man rode away on his horse.
Ah Man rode forward a few steps, but eventually dismounted, walked to the young man, and said, as if admitting defeat, "I lost to you."
"Cousin, light a fire and cook dinner right away. We can eat first before we leave."
"Ah Man, we have to catch up with your sister quickly, otherwise..." The man's tired face was filled with anxiety.
"I'm hungry." Ah Man glanced at the man who was still riding on the horse and said softly.
"This is a mass grave." My cousin spoke again helplessly.
"I need to eat wherever I am. I'm hungry."
The man finally compromised. The two of them started a fire and cooked at the mass grave, completely ignoring the boy lying on the ground. While they were busy, the boy used all his strength to crawl to the fire.
"Cousin, how long do we have to wait for this chicken to be ready? I'm so hungry, so hungry." In the firelight, the bright girl asked coquettishly, her eyes fixed on the chicken that was being roasted and dripping with grease between the flames.
"It will be ready in a moment." The man answered patiently, his words full of doting, but before he finished speaking, the roast chicken disappeared.
When Ah Man saw the roasted chicken again, it was already at the boy's mouth.
"Give me back my roast chicken, it's mine." Ah Man rushed forward to grab it, but he was too anxious and threw himself on the young man.
What was even more coincidental was that her head fell right on the boy's face, and her lips touched his dirty face.
The sudden warmth made the boy freeze.
Ah Man was also stunned. She just wanted to eat chicken, why...
(End of this chapter)