When we were invited into the house by the couple, the baby was so excited that he introduced the monk.

The couple greeted him with the same expressionless faces, as if they were enthusiastic and cold, and I couldn't tell anything on those two faces, and I naturally couldn't tell the difference.

The monk put the wood containing me on the only wooden table in the house, and when I spoke to the couple, I took the opportunity to look around.

There is an oil lamp lit on the table, the smell of oil is fishy, it smells like the fat of some animal has been burned, there is no furnishings around, wooden benches and wooden cabinets with mud walls, and a few clay dolls are placed on a kang bed, but it is very delicate and lovely.

After listening to the villager, I learned that Hanaman Village is a village that specializes in providing clay pottery products for Kyoto, and every household makes pottery, especially the ceramic dolls and terracotta figurines that can be found everywhere in the village.

Basically, they make a living by this craft, and the women weave cloth and grow vegetables, so their lives are not hard.

But if it is such happiness and happiness according to what they say, why does the monk and I always feel a little dilapidated and depressed when we enter the village?

Just when I was puzzled, the monk asked again, "Fang Cai, when the baby screamed, didn't you hear it?"

When he asked, I suddenly understood why he looked like that when he was in the hut.

Normally, parents are more familiar with their children's voices than anyone else, and the place where the baby screams is not far from their house, why can we hear it and they don't hear it?

The village man said: "Hey, the night in this village is early, everyone goes to bed early, hard work during the day, and sleep heavily at night, just now the baby screamed that we really didn't hear, but then the child's mother suddenly woke me up, saying that the baby was gone, so we quickly got up and lit the lamp." ”

On the side, the village woman hugged the baby and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, fortunately you found the baby, who has been timid since birth and always says that he can see things that we can't see. ”

I can't help but wonder, could it be that the baby has yin and yang eyes?

At this time, the village woman was pulled by the baby's sleeve and looked towards me together, and the village woman was immediately startled, hugged the baby tightly and took a few steps back.

"Master, this is the ...... you are bringing"

"Walk the Dragon. ”

The monk explained in a serious manner.

I wagged my tail and thought about it, did he come up with this title in a flash of inspiration, or did he already think that I was a walking dragon?

It seems that he has to find a good opportunity, and Fei Yifei will open his eyes!

However, after his introduction, the couple was not afraid of me, and approached me, and carefully examined me by the dim light of the oil lamp.

But the baby liked me very much, and climbed up to the table on a stool, and took a dog's tail grass out of nowhere, and swept it around my head, and my nose was itchy, and I sneezed several times in a row, which made him laugh.

On the other hand, the woman asked, "The master came in the middle of the night, presumably to sleep in the open air, and I will go and heat up some food for you." ”

The monk hurriedly got up and refused, "Donor, don't bother, poor monk ......"

"No hassle. ”

The villager preemptively said, "I hope the master will not dislike our small country, and it is good to eat simple and rough food." ”

"Amitabha. "I have no choice but to stop refusing.

When the couple walked towards the back room together, the sound of pots and pans being moved was heard again, and I dared to show my whole head and talk to Ben Wu.

"It just so happens that I'm hungry too, hehe-hee. ”

Even if it's steamed buns and wild vegetables, it's better than the northwest wind, and my dragon's belly is really empty, so it's good to fill in some things.

The monk frowned, as if since he entered the room, more doubts could not be figured out, and the folds between his eyebrows were deeper.

On the other hand, the baby is tired of playing, so he lies on the kang and is drowsy, but it is about playing sex, his eyelids open for a while, and he can't help but close, open again, and close again, so several times, finally did not resist the sleepiness, and slept sweetly with a red mouth.

I looked at his lovely sleeping face and couldn't help but sigh: "The baby is really happy, a family of three, reunited, I hope he will always be so happy." ”

"A family of three, reunited......" the monk suddenly muttered to himself.

I turned my head to look at him, only to find that his expression had changed suddenly, and he stood up at once, picked up the log, and walked towards the back room.

Behind us, under the dim shadow of the lamp, the baby who was sleeping on the kang suddenly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange and evil sneer.

......

Back room.

It's as cold as an ice cellar.

I looked around, but there was no fire, no heat at all, the whole house was empty, and there was no firewood in the corner, but some moldy wood, covered with cobwebs.

A large cauldron, shattered with a few large holes, rusty, not at all like a thing used in the household.

"What's going on......" I was muttering to myself, when I suddenly felt the monk's whole body freeze violently, and a pair of eyes stared at the east wall in a daze.

I just looked at it with curiosity......

Oh, my old Hades, old Cui Yeding, oh!

There are two straight paper people standing on the wall, which are the couple just now!!

At this time, the sound of many children singing nursery rhymes came from behind us.

"The village is full of flowers, the flowers are all over the ground, the dolls are looking for their mothers, and the mud, making pottery babies, crackling and catching fire, little babies, going home, purring and swimming, flowers all over the village, flowers all over the ground, good mothers everywhere. ”

"A monk came into the village, took a hand, took it home, and the baby became friends with you. ”

"Mother don't want it, father doesn't want it, the poor doll can't live, dry firewood, oven baking, the doll is crying and ......"

For the first time, I felt as if I was frozen, unable to move at all, and the whole room reverberated with the sound of nursery rhymes, getting closer and closer, more and more......

Suddenly, the two paper people in front of us lit a fire from the soles of their feet, and the sound of plucking jumped from the bottom to the top, but in the blink of an eye, the two men and women became torches, and in the firelight, their faces seemed to be burned, and slowly melted into green smoke.

Behind us, the constant sound of nursery rhymes was almost close at hand, and there were dozens of different children's voices, getting closer and closer......

The monk stiffened, held the wooden bowl, and slowly turned around.

In front of my eyes, there were suddenly a dense group of little dolls approaching, all wearing red belly pockets, all with cold faces, fierce and terrifying eyes, only grinning at me and the monk......