The sky was spinning, and the wind howled in the distance.
When the stick was knocked down, it hit his head with a thud, and his teeth were filled with the smell of rust. People crowded around and dragged him away, sticks, fists and feet fell from time to time, he didn't resist, he laughed.
Blood spilled out of his mouth, so that he was bound by ropes, and he was particularly embarrassed and embarrassed as he staggered forward.
A group of people dragged him towards the rugged mountain pass ahead...
Along with the beatings, the muddy, potholes, muddy water and the stench of filth wrapped around him. Relatively speaking, the beatings on his body seemed powerless. At this moment, the pain and abuse seemed powerless. He lowered his head, still smiling, staring at the gap in the footsteps of the large crowd.
Spring has come, and the mountains are gray. In the past six months, the hungry ghosts gathered here have chopped down all the trees nearby, burned everything that could be burned, and ate all the animals that could be eaten between the mountains and rivers. There, it was dead silence.
He looked here, and there was a dead silence in his eyes.
The tenth year of Wu Jianshuo's spring, the twelfth day of February.
My name is Wang Shitong.
This is my home...
…
The weather was cold and humid, and people in ragged clothes with swords and sticks grabbed their captives, beat and scolded them all the way, and headed up the hill over there.
The gravel in the mountains is like a clump, and the trees have long been cut down, which is not conducive to living, so looking around the surrounding fields, there is no trace of hungry ghosts coming and going. Beyond this side, there is a dilapidated wooden house in sight. This is the farthest point where the hungry ghosts are patrolling. In front of the house, a group of people are waiting. The four leaders, tall or short, were all the leaders of the hungry ghosts. They were uneasy in their hearts, waiting for the crowd to drag the beaten Wang Shitong, whose head was covered in blood, to the open space in front of the house and throw it into a puddle. inside.
Wang Shitong's head was immersed in the water, and after a while, he suddenly rolled and knelt up, coughing and spitting out mud.
"How come no one saw it!" A leader had already asked secretly beside him, and the scoundrels replied, "Kill it all, kill it all... This Wang, who didn't dare to fight back, was beaten and tied up by us. …”
"Didn't fight back?"
"Yes yes yes... yes..."
The leader's expression changed suddenly, and he ordered the minions: "Look around." Then he drew out his knife and kicked Wang Shitong, who had just stood up.
Wang Shitong fell to the ground, coughed twice, and laughed: "Cough, what? Xiuguo, are you afraid? If you are afraid, let me go..."
"You surnamed Wang, don't bluff! You fall into our hands, we are afraid of you." The leader named Zang Xiuguo pointed a knife at him, Wang Shitong sat up from the ground, Zang Xiuguo took a half step back, and this action made Wang Shi Tong laughed again and looked around.
"Wu Ding, Chao Yuan, Uncle Da Yi, hehe... it's you."
"You motherfucker! Pretend to be a ghost!" Hearing Wang Shitong's words, the leader named Wu Ding rushed over, raised the stick in his hand, and swung it down at him. Wang Shitong's body was in After rolling around on the ground a few times, blood spit out from his mouth. He curled up, and Wu Ding had to rush over. Not far away, the old man in the white hood slammed the wooden stick in his hand on the ground: "Okay!"
Wu Ding spat out a mouthful of saliva and turned to leave. Wang Shitong curled up on the ground for a long time, his body twitched for a while, and then he gradually stopped moving. He stared at a green grass that had just sprouted on the wasteland in front of him, and was dazed until someone pulled him up, and he went back again. He looked around and said, "Hehe."
He smiled, and seemed to think of something, his expression fell, and after a while, he said: "Since you have arrested me, you have also arrested others?"
"It's good to know!" Wu Ding said with a wave of his hand, someone opened the door of the wooden house in the back, and a woman in a single shirt stood there, being held by a knife, her body was shaking. This is Gao Qianyue who accompanied Wang Shitong for a winter. Wang Shitong turned to look at him, and Gao Qianyue was also looking at Wang Shitong, the terrible leader of the hungry ghost. It was full of blood and mud, but his eyes at this moment were calmer and warmer than ever.
"Brother Wang." The old man named Chen Dayi spoke.
"Um?"
"The real decision to do something to you is an old man's idea..."
"I know, I know." Wang Shitong nodded, turned around, and could see that even though he was the biggest leader of the hungry ghost, he still respected and valued the old man in front of him.
"It was Jurchen's idea to get rid of you, you know that, right?"
"... Ah, I know, I know..." Wang Shitong looked at Gao Qianyue, lost his mind for a moment, and then nodded. Wu Ding and several other leaders showed puzzled expressions at the reaction of such a bachelor. The old man's lips trembled.
"We… why do we do this, you know?"
"I know." This time, Wang Shitong answered very quickly, "... There is no way to go."
Hearing this sentence, the old man sat down on the wooden stake behind: "This is not what you said."
"No way to go."
"This is not what you should say!" The old man clenched his wooden staff and stood up abruptly. His voice shook the surroundings. After a while, he pointed at Wang Shitong, "Brother Wang, this is not what you should say! You When you say there is a way to go, you always say that there is a way to go! You told everyone... Brother Wang, you... You saved my life, you saved my family's life!"
"Xiao Yao is still dead."
"But you saved my family's life! It's not your fault that my daughter died! Brother Wang, Jurchen is here, I didn't think about it... I didn't think about really killing you... "
When the old man's words came to this point, Wu Ding and others next to him changed their expressions: "Old man Chen!"
His majesty was obviously higher than that of the others around him. As soon as his voice fell, someone near the house drew a knife and people confronted each other. The old man ignored this, turned his head and looked at Wang Shitong again: "Brother Wang, the sky is getting warmer, you are smart, loyal and responsible, you really want to die, the old man can die for you at any time, I just want to ask you a question. Words... What do you want to do next? Say something, don't hide in a woman's nest like before! The Jurchen is here, the snow is about to disappear, it's time to make a decision whether to fight or fall."
"There is no way." Wang Shitong looked at him calmly, and even had a smile on his face. The smile was calm and hopeless, and the surrounding air seemed to be suffocated for a while, and after a while, he said: "Last year, After I killed Brother Yan, I knew there was no way... Brother Yan also said that there was no way and he couldn't go on, so I killed him, and after killing him, I knew that I really couldn't go on... "
He laughed, with a cry in his smile: "Before... in Zezhou, that Mr. Ning advised me not to go south, and he asked me to gather everyone in the Central Plains, fight one after another, and finally fight a group that could survive. The person who came down, he is... a devil, a beast. Where does his qualifications determine who can live, we are not qualified! This is a human! This is a living human life! How can he say such a thing?"
Having said this, tears were already flowing out of his roar: "But what he said was right... We went all the way south, burning and killing people all the way. We killed and eaten people all the way, and at the end, there was no way to go. In this world, don’t give us the way, millions of people, what did they do wrong?”
Wang Shitong cried out, it was a man's cry of grief and despair, and then he took a long breath, blinked his eyes, and held back his tears: "I killed everyone, hehe, Uncle Chen... There is no way, You... you surrender to the Jurchens, surrender, but there is no way to surrender..."
"If there is no way, you will find a way! As you said before, we will kill you! As long as you say a word." The old man paused several times with his cane. Wang Shitong shook his head.
"No, I can't kill it, Uncle Chen. I... I'm tired."
Wu Ding tilted his head back over there, and the leader named Zang Xiuguo licked his lips. At this moment, they finally understood the reason why this time went so smoothly. In front of them, the tyrannical and murderous Ghost King who had led them through the years The reason it became such a good uniform.
Only the old man stared at him for a long time, his body seemed to be half a head shorter suddenly: "So... we, what they did, you all know... "
"Hey, a bunch of idiots."
"You don't want to live anymore..."
"… "
"But you guys still want to live..."
Wang Shitong lowered his head, stunned, and said in a low voice, "Go live..."
"You..." The old man came over, raised his wooden stick and slammed it on Wang Shitong's head, Wang Shitong's body was sideways, and the old man held on to the crutch, and finally turned around and walked: "I will fulfill you!"
"Old Chen."
The old man turned his head.
"Let me do it myself."
"Hehe, you..." The cold wind blew through the house and the mountains, the old man was very angry, and then waved his crutches, and the entourage beside him rushed over and cut the rope for Wang Shitong with a knife. . After this was done, the old man left with the people, and Zang Xiuguo followed immediately. Wu Ding and the leader named Wang Chaoyuan looked at each other and said, "I watched him die!"
Wang Chaoyuan twitched the corners of his mouth: "I'll keep half of them."
Wang Shitong didn't care about the surrounding movement, he tore off the rope and slowly walked towards the wooden house not far away. When he turned his eyes to the surrounding mountains and fields, the cold wind was blowing every year as always, and there seemed to be new branches of trees in the mountains farthest away.
This world, he is no longer attached to...
He walked in and hugged Gao Qianyue, but there was too much blood and mud on his body. He then let go and took off his ragged coat. The clothes inside were relatively dry, so he took it off and covered him.
"I'm sorry, I've come this far..." Wang Shitong said, "However, it doesn't matter, we are together, I'll accompany you, don't be afraid, it doesn't matter..."
He pulled Gao Qianyue off the cloth covering her mouth, and the woman's body was still shaking. Wang Shitong said: "It's alright, it's alright, it won't be cold in a while..." He walked to the corner of the house and opened a secret compartment. There was a bucket of pine oil in the secret compartment. Wang Shitong opened it and went into the room. He fell, and fell on himself again, but then, he was stunned.
Gao Qianyue ran out from the door, exclamations came from outside, he walked to the door and called to stop. The people outside the door are all surrounded by people, and they are watching the suicide of the ghost king here. These people have been thirsty for a winter. When they saw Gao Qianyue running out of her own accord, someone stopped her, and someone was going to pull her. Gao Qianyue hugged her and had nowhere to go.
"It's alright." In the room, Wang Shitong comforted her, "You... you are afraid of this, I will... I will send you away first, and I will come back to accompany you. Don't worry, it won't hurt, it won't hurt, you come in... "
With tears on his face and a smile on his face, he opened his hands and spoke.
"You come back, Qianyue..."
At this moment, all the people outside were not in his eyes. In his eyes, there was only the crying, terrified woman. That was the only thing he had left in this world that had light.
"You come back..."
he cried.
"The outside and inside... are the same."