There is a small dirt slope in the south of Fangcheng, and on the slope is a simple house, where some broken bottles and cans, bad clothes and rust utensils are stored.

Stepping on the stone slab in front of the house will raise a puff of fine ash, leaving clear footprints, and when you come back a few days later, you will find that the footprints are gone. Almost every page has rotten antholes on the doorframes, and in every room you can see an eaves corner with empty nests hanging from spider silk. The old story is yellowed, and the loneliness of black and white is fermenting.

It's a forgotten place.

There was a small inconspicuous courtyard in a corner of the dirt slope, and two Dragon Seeking Realm martial artists took turns guarding it, and Fu Yaozi had told them that they had to keep an eye on it, and they couldn't let anyone in at any time. It was because of the fire in the sky before, and they never left for a moment at the moment of life and death.

It was nearly evening, and the sky pulled out a touch of deep blue, chasing the afterglow of the falling sunset, unconsciously soaking the entire sky, and a crescent moon quietly crouched on the branches that emerged from the courtyard wall. Peace has returned to the heavens, and I don't know how the battle will be and whether the crisis has been resolved.

In the crooked passage vacated by several dilapidated small buildings, a dark figure slowly walked up, and there was a heavy footstep. The vigilant guard warrior drew his sword out of its sheath and shouted, "Who!"

"It's me. Fuyaozi's figure was revealed in the night, and his face was a little pale.

"Sect Master, are you injured?" the warrior hurriedly greeted and helped.

"It's out of the way," Fuyaozi patted the back of his hand, "Have you eaten?" ”

"No, Aunt Tian hasn't come yet. ”

"Go back and eat, you won't have to come back when you go back." ”

"Sect Master, this is ......"

"There's no need to try the antidote to the demon poison again, Zini Zhenren, just let her fend for herself. ”

“...... Be. ”

At the bottom of the hillside, a woman wrapped in a floral cloth turban ran up with a food basket, panting.

"Huhu...... Oh, big brother, I'm really sorry, I was so scared that I didn't dare to cook because of the fight outside just now. No, as soon as I got it, I ran all the way and sent it over, and I didn't dare to delay for a moment. I'm hungry, come, eat while it's hot......"

Aunt Tian half-squatted to relieve her strength, opened the lid of the food basket, and only then did she catch a glimpse of Fuyaozi, "Yo, the sect master is also here, I haven't seen you for a long time, how is your old man's health?" The reason why she is honored as Fuyaozi is because when she was young, he looked similar to now. Decades have passed, except for his gray hair, his face is still so handsome and young.

"You cultivators, what a blessing, unlike me, who will be old and yellow in the blink of an eye, and I don't know how many days I can see the sun. Aunt Tian sighed.

Fu Yaozi laughed heartily, "Hahaha, being old and not dying is a thief, why should Sister Tian be envious." I'd like to live as simple as you. ”

Aunt Tian's old face turned red, she was called a sister at such an age, and the old deer in her heart bumped into her.

There were three portions of rice in the food box, two portions for the guarding warriors, and one for Zini in the dungeon. After Zini became an ogre, she only ate raw meat for a while, but Fuyaozi insisted on giving her only human food, and she was so hungry that she would eat anything.

On one side of the courtyard there is a vine rose, a string of pink and purple flowers hides a stone earthen bag, among which there is a small iron gate that you have to bend down to enter.

Next to the earthen bag was a well the size of a girl's waist, and next to it was a large vat full of water. Aunt Tian opened the manhole cover, and a foul smell suddenly came out, but she was used to it and filled the well with a wooden bucket. After a few times, she saw that the ditch under the hillside was constantly discharging pickled filth, drifting and squeezing into one place, and she would have to go and clean it up later.

Most of the water was poured down, and nothing came out of the mouth of the ditch, so Aunt Tian wrapped the remaining food in the food basket with a rag, threw it into the well, and then covered the manhole cover. I had tried to hang the food basket with a rope before, but even the rope was bitten off, so I had to switch to this method, which cost two pieces of cloth a day.

Fu Yaozi sat on the side, silently watched her finish, and said, "Sister Tian, you don't need to send food tomorrow, and you won't need it in the future." ”

Aunt Tian paused, then nodded.

"It's been half a year, I've worked hard for you. ”

"What's the hard work, there's nothing to do, I'm afraid my old bones will scatter faster. Aunt Tian muttered and left.

There was a lock hanging on the iron door, and because it had not been moved for a long time, the lock cylinder was very sluggish, and the shaman patiently turned it open with the key. The other side of the door was corroded by moisture and rusted, and with a heavy creak, debris fell like snow. A strange smell gushed out, and it smoked a few bunches of wisteria flowers into blue-black.

Except for the occasional entry of Fuyaozi, no one had ever been to the dungeon, and Zini, who was lying on the ground licking her food, was disturbed, and got up and let out a low roar. When Fuyaozi lit the wall lamp in the prison with a fire breaker, he saw her baring her teeth at him like a vicious dog behind the iron gate.

Zini had a bald head like all ogres, the only difference being that her belly was as large as a drum and her body was wrapped in a hard shell made of filth.

The stone chamber she was in was littered with dung stains that could not be washed away, and green-headed flies clung to it to feed, buzzing and screaming, as if warning the maggots that burrowed in and out of their feast. In the corner lay the lonely basket that she had bitten to pieces.

Looking at the deformed monster in front of him, Fu Yaozi burst into tears, and his thoughts drifted back to ten months ago.

At that time, Zini was no different from before, and her moving appearance had not changed. Unable to withstand Qingxiao's bitter pleading, Fuyaozi promised to do his best to save her, and personally prepared several ointments and applied them to the wound on her waist.

Lonely men and widows, living in the same room, Luo's clothes are half-off, and their backs are like slippery jade. When Zini fainted in pain due to the intense effect of the medicine, Fuyaozi, who boasted that his hundred-year-old Dao heart was strong and his vulgar desires were not riddled with evil thoughts, actually rose into evil thoughts.

Gently stroking the black hair around his fingers, lightly dissolving Yiren Mansheng, in a fascination dream, Fuyaozi experienced the happiness of being a man for the first time, and also made the biggest mistake in his life, but he did not regret it. When he found out that Zini was pregnant with his child, it was unimaginable in his heart.

"Zini, do you recognize me...... Fu Yaozi trembled his hands and touched the cheek that was vaguely visible in the past. Moving down, there is a pair of heavy and bulging black milk rooms.

Even though you have become a demon, you still have the sanctity of motherhood.

"Ahh

Zini rolled on the ground a few times, letting out a whimper of pain.

"Zini!" Fu Yaozi kicked the iron gate down, rushed in and crouched beside her, his heart burning. At this time, he was at a loss, just like an ordinary man who became a father for the first time and met the moment when his wife was about to give birth.

A puddle of black water flowed out of Zini's crotch, and with her terrible howl, her abdomen kept spasming, and the birth canal expanded larger and larger, and after a while, a small black head was squeezed out.

Completely oblivious to the pain at the severed finger, Fuyaozi excitedly and carefully grasped the little head with his left hand, pulling it out little by little. The short period of time was as long as a year had passed, and he was dripping with sweat.

The baby's whole body finally came out, and Fuyaozi raised it with one hand, and a kind of complete pleasure was born in his heart, but Zini let out a weak roar at him.

"Here you go, here you go. Fujiko smirked and lifted the baby into her arms.

With the rare tenderness of a monster in her eyes, Zini glanced at the baby and gently bit the umbilical cord at the junction with its abdomen. The baby let out a loud cry, and after crying for a while, it groped its way up to her chest and sucked the black milk.

Fuyaozi smiled and observed the baby's every move, and it took a while to realize that the black liquid under Zini's body was flowing more and more, spreading all over the ground. When I looked at her face again, my gray eyes were wide and there was no movement. And he is neither sad nor happy, his heart is as calm as water.

"I wanted to take you out, but maybe this result is the best relief for you. Don't worry, I will go down soon, and in the next life, I will spend my life to atone for your sins. ”