The person lying next to her, is she still Amy? Why did she change her face in just a few days?

But if not Amy, who is she?

Susan stared at the little man on the bed, and made up her mind to pay attention: tomorrow morning she would have to go door to door to find Amy's biological parents, if she couldn't find them, she wouldn't linger any longer, and just took Amy away, so she stopped the plan to find her relatives, this place is too weird, the sooner you leave, the better.

Thinking of this, Susan exhaled a breath that had been pressed against her chest for a long time, got up and walked to the window, and sniffed deeply.

There was a faint smell of water in the air, and the village was so close to the Jade River that you could see its wide, calm surface and a few bats hovering above it from the house.

Jade River

Thinking of these words, Susan's stomach churned again, and she gripped the handkerchief tighter: why did she bring Amy to this place? Her hometown is so beautiful, with blue sky and clear water, and even the buildings are full of poetry, which of her brains can't think of coming here?

Thinking of this, Susan stood on tiptoe and looked at Zhao Zaimai's window next to her, the window was dark inside, there was no light, and it was obvious that the others had fallen asleep. She sighed, tomorrow, tomorrow morning at the latest, she would take Amy away, she was determined, she would never wait any longer.

The dog in the yard barked all the time, not the majestic barking of someone supporting him, but the frightened barking of "whin".

But Gu Yuyin was reluctant to go out to check: there could be no thieves, he had never seen a thief since he could remember, everyone here was poor and white, and there was nothing to worry about at all. And even if he was really a thief, how could he have wandered outside for so long, and the low courtyard wall could not be stopped by even a half-grown child, let alone an adult.

Since it can't be a thief, what will be out there?

Gu Yuyin shuddered, and suddenly remembered his brother's burned corpse. It's not that he didn't hear the villagers' private discussions, they all said: Yuming committed too many killing precepts, so he was hacked to death by thunder.

He was furious when he heard this, who was the reason for those murders committed by Yuming? Is it just for the sake of the family? Didn't he take the risk of being caught by the government to bear all this for the whole village, but now that he died so miserably, they actually talked about him like this behind his back?

Of course, Gu Yuyin was not angry in his heart, so he used the few copper plates left in the family to go to Qingzhou City to invite two conjuring spirits to come over, and he wanted to prove to the people in the village: Yuming's death had nothing to do with the things he had done, and it had nothing to do with the things that their Gu family had done.

But now, after hearing the fierce wolfdog's long-standing whimper, Gu Yuyin's firm belief in his heart began to falter, because he knew what the courtyard wall of his house could resist.

It was two years ago, he rescued a Taoist priest who fainted at the door of his house with hunger and thirst, and gave him a bowl of water and two sorghum steamed buns. He was still angry at that time, because the wall was not dry, and he was printed with a palm print for no reason, isn't this revenge?

But Lao Dao glanced at Gu Yuyin's eyebrows, and said with a worried face, "This layman, with all due respect, your grievances are floating in the center of your eyebrows, if you don't restrain it, you may kill people, and," he paused, looked at the wide and calm Yuhe behind him, and continued, "And this place, I'm afraid it's a fierce place, it's better to leave as soon as possible." ”

"Murder?" Gu Yuyin smiled disdainfully, "The Gu family has lived here for generations, my roots are here, if it is a fierce place, I'm afraid it won't be able to continue here, right?" ”

Lao Dao shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that my luck will run out, hey, I'll close my eyes and listen, it's useless to talk more, layman, I can only ask you to ask for more blessings." This mudra can protect you for a while, but it can't protect you for a lifetime, let alone the entire Sanping Village. ”

After speaking, Lao Dao staggered away, Gu Yuyin watched him go away, and then pasted a layer of grass mud on the bloody handprint.

Now, in the middle of the night, he suddenly felt a little lucky, glad that he had saved the Taoist priest with a kind heart back then, if it weren't for that, would the thing outside the courtyard wall just walk in like walking on the ground, get into the door, and come to his bed unconsciously

Gu Yuyin swallowed his saliva hard, stretched out his hand from the quilt, patted it on his cheek hard, and pulled himself out of that ridiculous thought: When did you become so timid? Could it be that Yuming's death was a fuse that ignited something that had been entrenched in his heart, that thing was like a bottomless black hole, once opened, it would gush out endlessly until it completely swallowed his whole person.

No, he shook his head, no, where is the resentment? Even if there were, he shouldn't have come to him alone. Everything he did was just for the sake of this village and for more people to survive, and this "thunder" could not be split on him or on him alone.

But even though he thought so, Gu Yuyin still crawled out of the quilt, and after lifting the quilt, he heard his wife beside him sneeze lightly, so he hurriedly tucked the quilt for her again.

He stepped lightly out of bed, walked to the door in the dark, pushed open the door and came into the courtyard.

In fact, when he just got up from the bed, he hadn't made up his mind yet, but the moment he walked out of the house, the moment he smelled the fishy smell of the water of the Jade River, Gu Yuyin suddenly strengthened his belief: He wanted to take a look, see what was outside the courtyard wall? Because that thing may not only be the murderer who killed Yuming, but also related to the first half of his life.

After so many years, what he has done is right or wrong? Is he an executioner with blood-stained hands or a hero who leads the way?

He stood still in front of the courtyard gate, and the big wolf dog next to him seemed to have a little more courage when he saw his master, and began to bark in the direction of the courtyard gate, not loudly, but following its direction, Gu Yuyin saw the thing standing in front of the courtyard gate.

Through the narrow crack in the door, he saw a pair of feet, no bigger than half the size of his palm, clearly a newborn child.

However, a child of this age can't stand up, right? What's more, the feet were covered with black ash, as if they had been smoked.