16. Black-winged Bird

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The black-winged bird standing at the mouth of the well was using its blue pupils to keep its eyes fixed on Ming Mo approaching.

The branches of the trees by the well were full of heavy fruits, and after bending down slightly, they fell into the water with a "plop".

The black-winged bird was originally an extremely focused animal, and such a big movement only made it tilt its head slightly.

The shadows crouched in the night, silent and settled, no one would notice the prying eyes, which is why they became messengers.

Ming Mo stumbled around the edge of the well, the little wooden figure crawling in her sleeve, noticing something on the well platform from a distance.

The black-winged bird's blue eyes swirled around, and finally landed on the small bulge on the cuff, and then slowly moved away.

Through a small field of flowers, you can see the window of your house, which is the only light in the middle of the night.

The old woman was busy working on the table in front of the window, while the old man sat under the porch, holding in his hand the long pole used for self-defense, and his eyes were always on the movement in the flower field.

"Grandpa......"

She muttered, choked back, changed her cheerful voice, and ran all the way in the direction of home.

The black-winged bird looked at Ming Mo's movements, nodded before spreading its wings, and then quietly took off and disappeared into the vast night.

Those blue eyes, looking down at the land from time to time, were like points of light in the night sky, fast and steady, with an extremely smooth path.

It flew all the way over the swamp and back to the Metzfjord on the other side of the mountain, circling back and forth, each time lower and lower, in an attempt to find its target.

At this time, the night was already dark, and the mountains that were lit up by thousands of homes on weekdays had already been swallowed up by the darkness.

The earth churned with thick fog, which was lightly basked by the moonlight, turning a dull blue.

A gust of wind passed, and the spread of the wings was raised by the trend, and the fog was stirred by the wind, and the thick cover instantly reversed direction.

The sporadic light in the distance was like a signal, and the black-winged bird took advantage of the wind to retract its wings and quickly approach its target.

The narrow alleys, the leaky arched bridge, the black figure shuttled through the low house, its wings fluttering vigorously, and landed on the roof of that house.

The intertwined roots grew along the courtyard wall and out of the beams, and the black-winged bird took two steps back, hiding itself in the shady branches, as if it were a bird.

Through the paved bricks, it saw a lame man, holding a white bowl from the table, and trembling back to look at the bed behind him.

A stretched figure was curled up on the bed, with his back against the wall, his hands hanging down his chest, his legs curled up towards his abdomen, and his whole face turned back into the pillow, letting out a dull moan.

The lame man stood a few steps away and looked at him, his upper and lower lips trembled, and the expression of worry and fear was all on his face, so he could only look down at the white bowl that he had grasped tightly in his hand, and took a sip himself.

At this time, a woman in black suddenly appeared next to the bed, and the bird peeking on the branch was obviously startled, and quickly opened its wings behind her, grew its mouth, and made a hoarse sound of "grunt".

And the lame man, as if he was unaware of the woman's existence, still tried to lean over to the table.

The black-winged bird on the roof looked at the figure on the bed, and the originally flat skin suddenly bumped purple sarcoma, starting from the direction behind the ear, a long thread was buried in the flesh, swimming back and forth from top to bottom.

The woman in black approached the bed, stretched out a white hand from her outer robe, reached over and touched the man's back.

In an instant, as the man let out a heart-rending scream, the bowl in the lame man's hand fell to the ground with a frightened "poof".

The black woman quickly withdrew her hand and retreated to the corner of the house.

The man on the bed began to scream, kicking his legs with all his might, and trying to turn his back and grab his back with his hands: "Don't touch me...... Get out, get out! ”

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you, I won't touch you!"

The lame man always stood a few steps away, but he hurriedly waved his hands and explained vigorously.

I saw that the figure who came back and struggled finally put his hand on the back of his neck, and tore off a piece of flesh with a white side and a red side with a "hiss".

For a moment, he raised his head from the scattered bed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared ahead in a daze, but the corners of his mouth were full of comfortable smiles, and his throat moved up and down twice, making a sound that was smooth but seemed to be laughing.

The woman in black stood in the corner, gritted her teeth and shook her head, carefully paying attention to the flesh in the man's hand, a small embroidery needle was tied between the red and white, torn off by the man like this, piercing back and forth, but she could not find a place to hide.

Not long after, with a sigh, the man on the bed finally swallowed, and his lame father still stood trembling at the table, hesitating to serve him the bowl of water.

The woman in black on the side shook her head and exited the door along the corner.

Outside the courtyard gate, just enough for the moonlight, another bewitching woman was waiting for her.

As if standing in this place where she could see everything clearly, she turned her head, a pair of charming eyes full of coquettishness, and the corners of her slender mouth smiled softly.

I saw her ruffle the broken hair around her neck, and said in a soft voice: "Shuqing, people have finally found you!" ”

Shu Qing's eyes were full of undisguised disdain, and he raised his eyebrows slightly towards the house behind him: "The means are really ruthless, you come out to find something to eat, it's right to be full, and you make such a big move!" ”

"Yo ......" The woman's swaying waist leaned towards Shuqing, and she could only snort slowly, "People are here to let you show up!" Who made you so capable, who you want to see, who can see? ”

"So, what does your master mean? It's no wonder that you were left alone outside. ”

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were bent into a slit, as if she was mentioning something shy, she rolled up her sleeves and smiled for a long time: "You say you are greedy?" I get tired of being together every day, and it's boring! Merely...... Aren't you alone? ”

Shuqing listened carefully to the subtle movements on the roof, but he also raised his voice and said: "Fang Ruo is my thing, how do I want to use it, do I still need to ask such a lowly thing of yours?" ”

This sentence made this bewitching woman immediately burst into flames, her originally seductive face became hideous in an instant, the corners of her eyes hung thinly at the end of her eyebrows, her huge pupils fell into her narrow eye sockets, and her mouth became a thread, as if she had done everything to fight back.

But even if she really crushed all her knuckles, she wouldn't dare to be rude to Shuqing.

After all, she is the person who can count the names in the empty hall, and the Fang Ruoli in her hand, as everyone said, is the only one who can't find the slightest flaw.

In addition, just like her, although the real flaws are known only to the owner, they are also privately circulated as mutual constraints.

On the contrary, Fang Ruoli, who is clear, is so perfect that he really looks like a person.

"Oh, yes!" Shuqing looked at the woman's full mind with satisfaction with her gray eyes, and said one more word, "Hongdou, go back and tell your master, what's the matter, let him say it himself, send a ghoul out to spread the word, what does it look like?" ”