Zhao Zimai had a chill on his body, and he glanced at the grass behind him, but found that it was pitch black and there was no light. And the courtyard of Gu Yuming's house, which was a stone's throw away from here, was shining with the light, and he didn't understand why this light couldn't penetrate this barren grass at all, as if there was a transparent wall blocking the light.

There was a light wind blowing in my ears, so light that it was almost imperceptible.

"Uh......h Woo......"

"Let's go, it's coming." Mu Xiaowu whispered to Zhao Zimai, reached out and grabbed his wrist, and followed Mu Cripple towards the depths of the grass.

Zhao Zimai felt his heart shrink hard, and then swelled hard, beating heavily in his chest. For he followed him when he heard footsteps, so close that he almost stepped on the corner of his clothes. The voice was small, the steps were very light, and it belonged to a child at all, a child of a few months.

I'm afraid no one in this world has ever seen a child walking alone for a few months, and such an older child can barely move a few steps by an adult's arm. Their steps must have been light, for they were carried by men, sometimes almost half-suspended in the air, and the soles of their feet rubbed against the ground.

That's right, what Zhao Zimai heard now was such a "click" footsteps, and there was more than one, there were many, many of them, half-floating and half-walking in the grass behind him, stumbling, as if they could fall at any time.

Of course, they were very short, and he even suspected that they were not as tall as his own knees, and they seemed to be smaller than the evil cults he had seen at Gu Yuming's house that day.

He realized that what he saw that day was not an evil spirit, but the yin spirits of many babies gathered together, so it was like a strange shadow. Now, they are scattered, but there are far more of them than they were that day.

The dragon vein is broken, and it can no longer suppress the things that have been buried underground for many years......

He shuddered and pulled Mu Xiaowu's hand tighter. Her hands were very hot, and her palms were slightly wet, and this heat gave Zhao Zimai some courage, so that he could continue to walk mechanically on his two long legs, and follow her step by step. But even so, when a gust of wind hit his back, instantly blowing his sweat-soaked clothes into the cold, his steps slowed down and his eyes peeked behind him.

He saw, saw a pair of eyes, hidden in the grass, black, without the whites of the eyes, only two eyeballs like black pebbles. They all stared at him, and when they saw him looking back, they erupted into a "giggle" laugh, yes, the innocent and fearless laughter that belongs only to babies.

Zhao Zimai heard a faint cry in his throat, he didn't know what he was shouting, maybe it was a cry for help, maybe it was just a ridiculously long cry.

Mu Xiaowu pulled him without looking back, "Don't stop, don't look, keep walking." ”

The concise and clear words made him even more scared, and even the green tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly, making him want to vomit in pain. Because he could hear the nervousness in Mu Xiaowu's voice, although she tried her best to suppress it, he still noticed it.

She has always been calm when she encounters problems, what kind of murderous thing can make her so flustered?

Zhao Zimai's palms were already covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were also fascinated by the sweat falling from his forehead, blurring his vision. He blinked desperately, only to find that it was in vain, and the darkness seemed to melt away everything in front of him, leaving only a hazy black. In front of him, there was only the endless night and the sound of footsteps behind him that seemed to never stop, if it weren't for Mu Xiaowu's wrist being held tightly all the time, he would almost lose his way in this not too big grass.

In a daze, he saw the tower again, but this time, there was a man standing in front of the tower, and he was bending down to open the small door at the bottom of the tower, shoveling something out with a shovel.

Of course, Zhao Zimai knew what it was, because he saw dozens of thin shadows gathered behind the man, all of them staring at the small door, their eyes full of fear. But he couldn't see them, and he struck the gray and white things with the shovel in his hand a few more times to make sure they were completely shattered, and then put the scraps into a dustpan, poured them into the two large buckets next to them, and poured some garbage and filth on them.

The man walked towards the Jade River, and since the two buckets were so heavy, he had to take a few steps before stopping to rest. Along the way, he met a few officials, but those people did not seem to suspect him, and after glancing at the bucket he was carrying, they let him pass, so the man came to the edge of the Jade River smoothly.

He glanced at the endless river and the sparkling scales that rose from it, and without hesitation, poured the contents of the two barrels into it.

The white ash was first blown away by the wind, then fluttered and sprinkled, slowly falling into the river and going with the waves.

"The old man said that if you are gone, you will be gone, and next time, don't be reincarnated here......"

"It's hard to be a man, I did this to help you, don't blame me."

He grunted carelessly, shook the two barrels in the river, and then got up and left without looking back. Behind him, the water of the Jade River was still flowing quietly, reflecting the glimmer of the sun, so beautiful, so beautiful and so peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

"Disappearing in ashes is not a lost soul, I'm afraid you won't figure it out until you die."

The scene in his mind disappeared, but the "giggles" laughter was still there, and at some point, they had squeezed between him and Mu Xiaowu, as if they wanted to separate the two.

Very suddenly, Zhao Zimai felt that his legs couldn't move, and the corners of his clothes were pulled by a pair of small hands from all directions, nailing his body to the spot, unable to move.

"Mo is ignorant, but he can't speak, he has a spirit, and he looks like a relative. Who gave birth to me? Parents are more than heaven and earth. Who is the one who kills me? i.e. my parents are. By asking what is true, but it is a poor ear. Poverty is predetermined, and killing children cannot be ......"

"The birds and fish are still free, and the insects and ants are also spared death. My son killed him, and the cruelty came to this. Is there no royal law, is there no heavenly reason? The king's law may be able to escape, and the heavens will secretly report to you. In this life and in the world to come, who can avoid the retribution. Those who drown are unkind and unwise, please listen to this song, and advise each other according to legend......"

Sen Sen's singing rose from the grass and surrounded Zhao Zimai.