The air is always exceptionally clear and natural after heavy rains, and there is not much water left on the road. The sun pierced through the clouds, plunging the small village into warmth once again.

"It shouldn't rain heavily today, Niang," the girl asked as she straightened her clothes.

"Well, I guess not," the middle-aged woman paused for a moment as she cleaned the fallen leaves in the courtyard, and then said, "I may not be at home when you come back from Mr. today, so don't run around then." ”

"Not coming back?" the girl tugged at her sleeve thoughtfully, and then replied with some cheerfulness, "Don't worry, I'm sure I'm not going to run around, hehe, then I'll go to Mr.'s, goodbye Niang." As soon as she finished speaking, the girl took a step and ran out, but did not forget to turn back and say goodbye to the woman.

"Slow down, hey, this Nizi doesn't know who to follow, so lively. The woman cried out with some concern, but her face could not hide the joy of satisfaction. Also, in this world full of unknowns, ordinary life seems extraordinarily relaxed. A breeze blew and brought a trace of warmth, and the women stopped what they were doing, enjoying the warmth of the sun, thoughtful.

Some residual traces of water can be seen in the thatched pavilion, and the originally wet soil has long since dried up. But the mottled blood stains are still very conspicuous. The boy wrapped in black was a little shivering, and his already thin clothes were wet from the tossing of those children last night, but they were still a little cold and biting in the sun. He wondered why they were targeting him, and he woke up here, recalling all the things that had happened before, but in vain. He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, grinning in pain. He shook his numb limbs and slowly stood up, the chains like black hands seemed to dim for some reason. It's like it's all wrapped in mist, and it's hard to spot without looking closely.

He didn't notice the changes in the slightest, as if the terrifying chains were part of his body. After stepping out of the pavilion, he stopped and looked around at the bright surroundings. From time to time, pedestrians passed by, but they didn't notice his existence, and the only thing that could be counted was that the old man who was sitting on the threshold basking in the sun not far to the east looked thoughtfully, but still didn't pay much attention.

He shook his head and smiled, and walked towards the mountain behind him, perhaps worried about entangling with the children again, or trying to find a quiet place to lie down.

The style in the forest was pleasant, mixed with the freshness of the grass, and with the gentle cry of the mountain birds, he relaxed a little. The seemingly roadless forest was left by the few traces left by the climbers, and he was not in a hurry, and gradually went up the small slope. He looked back slowly, but the location of the village was blocked by the mountain peak on the other side, and the only thing he could see was the small thatched pavilion and the small stone bridge in the distance. After a short rest, the boy continued to walk upward, and gradually he felt the slope of the hill that had been quite steep flattened.

What appeared in the boy's sight was a fairly empty lawn, and as the mountain breeze blew, every green grass waved at him as if welcome, and unknown wildflowers poked their heads out of the grass. The sun shines on it, like a splendid carpet spread out here.

The boy felt everything around him with some intoxication, and this time he didn't think about the clueless questions in his mind. He slowly fell, his head covered with wounds with his arms, and completely relaxed. At this moment, he is like a real immature child, happily blending into nature.

"Grandpa, have you seen the boy from Maotingna?"

The old man tapped his pipe and looked up at the figure that appeared in front of him. The red brocade skirt is tied with two straight ponytails, and the straps on the chest are tied into a big bow. "Oh, it's a little girl," the old man asked with a kind face, "Are you asking about the little doll under the thatched pavilion?" the girl nodded obediently.

"He's going to the back mountain early in the morning," said the old man, taking a puff on his cigarette, turning his head and slowly spitting it out, "but he's also a poor doll, alas." ”

Before the old man finished speaking, the girl ran to the back mountain, "Thank you, grandpa." The immature child's voice came afterward.

"Alas, although he is not a human doll, he is still young after all, so why bother?" the old man frowned, took a deep puff of cigarette, shook his head, and did not speak again.

The boy closed his eyes tightly, noticing the movement around him, and only struggled to sit up until the voice sounded.

"Hey, do you like it here, too?" asked a figure not far away. Dressed in a long blue dress, with a string of golden flowers hanging on her fair thin neck, it looks like she has just been plucked and blooms freshly, just to accompany the woman's elegant appearance. Although she looked like a slender girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, the golden spike longbow on Xiang's shoulders gave people a cold aura that was not approachable.

He didn't answer, he nodded at a loss, like a naughty and shy child answering Gao Leng's big sister's question. He is not ruthless and insensitive, but simply compromises the teasing and bullying of those naughty children.

"You're also a kid from that village?" the girl then walked towards him, the questioning look in her eyes making it a little difficult for him to answer.

He shook his head, "No."

"No, could it be that you ran out of the back mountain", the girl frowned, and then asked, "Although there are no particularly ferocious ancient beasts in the back mountain, there are also some wild leopards in the mountains, how can a child like you come out? Unless?"

As soon as the words fell, the woman jumped up violently and knocked down the boy, and the golden spike longbow that was originally hanging on her back was already aimed at the boy's eyebrows, and the arrow was tightly tightened on the string.

The woman was a little surprised, why couldn't she feel his fear?

"Who the hell are you?" she snapped, her brow furrowed.

Although the woman's body was slender and slender, he was a teenager after all, and coupled with the large and small injuries on his body, he couldn't help but snort lightly.

"I really don't know, I didn't know who I was since I woke up," the boy tried to struggle to get up, but he couldn't bear the pain and had to compromise.

"Hey!" a deep voice scolded, "the mountain is closed today, and I can't go up." ”

The girl suddenly stopped, turned around suspiciously, and asked breathlessly, "But that boy is still on it! Isn't it the day after tomorrow? Why is it early, Uncle Guard." ”

"You are the child of the Yue family, who was notified temporarily this afternoon," the middle-aged man explained mildly with scars on his face and a cross-haired face, "The boy you said is from that Mao Tingna, he came this morning, right, he doesn't care." ”

The girl hesitated a little, nervously grasping the corner of her skirt, "But, but?"

"Don't worry, what can he do, you better go back early, if you don't go back, I'll tell Sister Yue, you skipped class again, right?" The man's rough palm rubbed the girl's head, and he pretended to threaten with a smile.

"Hmm...... "Okay, thank you, uncle," the girl let go of her hand tugging at the corner of her skirt and walked back helplessly, who let her skip class, "Don't tell my mother, uncle." The girl suddenly turned around and shouted.

"Don't worry, then you go back quickly, it's not safe here at night. The uncle grimaced playfully and waved his hand. The girl ran away cheerfully again. But what she didn't know was that the sudden closure of the mountain this time was just because of the boy, and the subsequent changes would also become the deadliest blow to the village and her life.

"Closing the mountain?" the boy asked curiously, "what do you mean?"

After a period of confirmation, the woman believed what the thin boy in front of her said, and she really couldn't feel the danger in him, so she sat down side by side and chatted with him.

"Hey, it's just that the human race is looking for a spirit warrior who can fight to guard the main mountain pass, and with the help of the spiritual power of a magic weapon to protect the entire village, I said, why don't you know anything?" The girl looked at him helplessly and sighed. What a poor little fool.

The boy was a little ashamed, but out of curiosity, he continued to ask her.

"Because, there are not only weak humans here," the girl raised her head, stared closely at the setting sky, and explained slowly, "There are savage beasts recorded in ancient records, there are high-level spirit beasts, and then there are all kinds of strange beasts like jackals, tigers and leopards. Although it is rare to hear of ancient beasts here, some simple fierce beasts that can eat people still appear frequently, so they will check the spiritual power of the spirit weapon every once in a while, and then reseal the mountain. The girl paused, brushed her hair that fell on Xiang's shoulders, and continued, "But, as far as I know, this time they came back to close the mountain at least two times earlier. ”

"Earlier?" the boy was also a little surprised.

The girl tilted her head and looked at him carefully, but she couldn't find any reason to explain it, so she smiled self-deprecatingly and looked away.

"Hey, how did you get the injuries on your face and body?, doesn't your family care about you?" The girl was a little puzzled, there were so many injuries on the body of a small child, and even some of the wounds almost threatened his life. It seems that I can't help but feel a little distressed and pitiful.

"That's fine. Get used to it. The boy wasn't going to say bad things about the naughty boys, maybe he really didn't think it mattered, or he didn't have a reason to refute it. By now, he didn't even know who he was, so why should he care what the kids did to him.

"You're not going back?" the girl asked him slowly, straightening her dress, and turning to him.

"Besides, I don't seem to have a home," the boy was a little confused.

She was even more incredulous, and slowly walked towards the back mountain, her footsteps intermittent, and suddenly stopped. She looked back at where she had been. The afterglow of the setting sun still lingered in the empty sky, and the boy's thin, thin body sat curled up on the grass, motionless. Looking in his direction, the village at the foot of the mountain was lit up and smoke was rising. The original thatched pavilion was now buried in the darkness, and a ray of light melted in through the window screen as usual, and his mind fell with the ray of light.

"Well," the girl beckoned, rubbing her somewhat cold hair, and finally couldn't bear to greet her, "Hey, you can go back with me first." ”

As soon as the words fell, the chains on the boy's feet suddenly appeared, but only for a short moment. He didn't notice it at all, as if she hadn't noticed the sudden golden lines on her forehead, like an eye with vertical pupils, and like a golden fireball burning violently.