Chapter 6: The Demon Rebellion (1)

Behind a row of gray tile houses, the grass and trees fade and are dyed with green and gray tiles. In the evening breeze, the insects and frogs in the fields chirped and squirmed. The moonlight is like water, and the shadows of the trees are swaying, casting dark shadows that are bright and disappearing on the shallow stream, just like the shade of ink painting.

In the tall courtyard, warm orange candlelight dances. The little child held his brother's hand and coquettishly to the gentle figure sitting in the candlelight embroidering, "Mother~ My brother and I will go to play for a while~ Is it okay for a while~"

The figure put down the embroidery, turned around, and revealed a beautiful and elegant face, with beautiful eyes as gentle as water, like this moonlight, "Go." Don't be naughty~"

"The child will return at the right time, and he will fall asleep before the time." The little child got the promise, and immediately smiled and promised his mother, took his brother's hand and ran out, and got cheap and sold well, "Mother, today the child wants to drink white fungus Zhulu~"

"Okay."

The scene jumps abruptly, and the town, which had been quiet and peaceful a moment ago, is now in turmoil, and hoarse screams are heard everywhere, and startled birds flutter into the air, letting out frightened hisses.

The little child pushed open the door of the house, and the fire was burning inside, and strange soldiers in black armor were killing everywhere, kicking open the doors of various houses, as if looking for something. A thick smell of blood swept across his face, with a pungent heat wave and the burning smell of human flesh. Fierce hurricanes erupted, and dark clouds obscured the moonlight. In the night sky, there is not a trace of starlight at this moment. The black as heavy as ink covered the sky like a huge net of cruelty.

"Father, mother~" The little child stumbled down the path under the cover of his brother and ran towards his parents' bedroom. As soon as they opened the cabinet under the cupboard, a pair of hands reached out, and the two brothers held their breath in fright. But the man took them out and stuffed them into the compartment. The mother's hand was warm and fragrant, and her tone was still gentle, but her eyes were firm as iron, as if conveying some kind of sacred order that could not be disobeyed, "Qi'er, you are the elder brother, you must escape with your younger brother and live!" If you go all the way from this dark grid, you will be able to reach the dark river, and after crossing the dark river, it will be Qishan. Go to the foot of Qishan Mountain and look for the head of the Huo Mansion. ”

The older child held back tears in his eyes and nodded solemnly.

But the little child did not accept such an arrangement, and grabbed his mother's hand and refused to let go, crying, "The child is not leaving!" The child is not leaving! Mother ~ Mother ......"

Hearing this, the young woman shed two lines of tears, handed him a porcelain vase, and persuaded him softly, "Yi'er, you go first~ My father and I will arrive later." Do you trust your father? ”

As he spoke, a tall figure was thrown in from the outside, smashing open the closed door, and sawdust flew everywhere. Receiving such a strong impact, the already scarred man turned around and spat out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was in severe pain, and he shrank on the ground a few times, and he didn't even have the strength to get up.

The little child suddenly recognized that the person was his father, and he couldn't help but feel like a knife, and his grief and indignation were unbearable, and all kinds of emotions suddenly surged, and he was so frightened that he forgot to cry for a while.

"Let's go~" In such a situation, the woman made a quick decision, quickly closed the iron bar of the hidden grid, and pulled the desk on the side, which could be covered.

"No!" The little child was dragged forward by his brother, but he reached back vigorously, as if trying to grasp the last touch of warmth. But I only heard a "poof", and an unusual hand penetrated the gentle and beautiful figure, and pulled out the red heart. Blood splattered, crossed the desk that could cover the dark grid, and sprinkled the little child that Shang Pao pulled at the mouth of the dark grid.

The gentle figure was thrown to the ground like rags, but the slender hands still grabbed the tall and abnormal intruder, preventing him from stepping forward.

Black followed, and the heavens and the earth suddenly fell silent.

The screams in my ears seemed to be gone.

His eyes were split, staring only at the hand that had pierced his mother's body, and at his elbow was a strange black-and-green pattern. It was an erosive and gorgeous flower, with a bewitching shape and a deadly breath like a poppy, like a poisonous snake lying on its neck. The poisonous snakes flashed with a cold and vicious light in their eyes, spitting out letters, which were entwined and formed a treacherous stamen in the center.

The elder brother pressed the switch of the dark grid, and the heavy iron wall fell, closing the door of the dark grid, and blocking the only light.

"Click," a drop of liquid dripped from his eye socket.

He reached out to wipe it, thinking it was tears, but there was a strong smell of blood between his fingers. The candlelight flickered in the dark hallway, and he saw clearly that there was a thick and sticky drop of blood between his fingers.

Bright red.

"Nope! No!! At last he cried out, his hands and feet fluttering, struggling wildly, and he sat up from his bed abruptly. Yun Yuan stared blankly at the familiar bedroom in front of him, only to realize that this was his own bedroom in the Yun clan.

It's this dream again.

I once thought I had forgotten, but I didn't want to, in my dream, even the location of the ornaments in the house at that time was clear. He walked to the bedside, pushed open the window, and the breeze blew, which could not soothe the grief and anxiety in his heart. He then took out a porcelain vase from the cabinet. The porcelain vase was white and flawless, except for a blue-green bamboo leaf painted in the center, elegant and fresh—it was the last porcelain vase that his mother handed to him when he was four years old.

At that time, the porcelain vase still contained the white fungus Zhulu that he asked his mother to make before going out. The slightly golden white fungus, the bright red and full wolfberry red dates, floating in the sweet sugar water, take a sip, sweet but not greasy, lips and teeth fragrant, is his favorite food in childhood.

It's a pity that he was able to drink it in the end.

He and his brother were chased and killed by those strange people all the way, and the two children relied on the familiar terrain and small stature, and ran all the way through the small holes and narrow paths, and were not arrested for a while. But in the end, he was young and fled to Qishan, and he was exhausted. He was knocked to the ground by the stones, the porcelain bottle in his arms slipped off, and all the sugar water in it spilled on the ground.

He cried and threw himself on the ground, trying to pick up the sugar water, but he could only watch as it instantly sank into the ground. It's a sandy place.

There is a cliff in front, a chasing army behind, and a narrow road down the mountain. But if the two of them go down the mountain, they will definitely be caught by the enemy behind them in a few moments. The elder brother held his shoulder, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Ah Yi, listen to me." ”

"You quickly descend the mountain along this mountain road, and go down the mountain to find a Huo Mansion master named Huo Wuyan." The older boy touched his younger brother, who was still young, and his eyes were full of reluctance, "Ah Yi, promise me that you must be calm and impulsive when you encounter enemies in the future." When practicing, don't be lazy and slippery. ”

"Also, don't eat before bedtime. Eat less sweets, easy to develop tooth decay. The elder brother laughed, suddenly took off the outer robe of the younger brother in front of him, and reached out to push him down the mountain path behind, "Finally! Promise me that you must live! ”

The little one who held the porcelain vase in his hand kept rolling down the mountain road, and his bloody cheeks were cut by the branches and oozing blood. He didn't realize it at all, and tried his best to reach out and climb back to his brother's side, but he couldn't control the rolling speed that his brother used internal force and aura to transport.

Tears rolled down their faces.

The whole world is bright red. He saw only a figure falling from the top of the mountain. The figure was small, holding an even smaller figure in his arms, and on the smaller figure was the robe he had just put on.

The elder brother actually fell off the cliff in exchange for his last life.

He opened his mouth, but all he could do was make a "whine" sound. With the sound of the wind rolling in his ears and a dazzling red in front of him, the figure fell quickly and threw himself towards the bottom of the cliff in the distance.

"Boom!" A loud bang shattered the sky, like a falling star exhausting its last rays of light, and then fell silent.

In this world, the last person who is connected to my blood has also returned to the eternal night.

The little child stared straight at the cliff with wide, blood-stained eyes. However, the figure had already fallen, disappearing from view. He stared stubbornly for a long time, as if vaguely, he could still see the familiar figure.

A pair of warm hands covered his eyes, and the cold breath carried an inexplicable reassurance, and the person who came said to him softly, "It's over." ”

It's over.

There's no going back.

He closed his eyes, and a drop of blood-colored tears slipped from the slender fingers of the comer.