How the young An Qing lived in the future, he didn't need Kang Ting to think about it, and he could guess it. At that time, all people must sympathize with An Xiucai's wife and children, for An Qing who comes from the wrong way, there will always be a little more discussion and disgust, An Qing's life itself is the proof that An Xiucai and the prostitute are reluctant, not to mention that An Xiucai's wife has human nature, and must hate the prostitute and her husband, not to mention that it is good for An Qing.

When the old man told about An Qing's life in this village, he didn't say much, he just lowered his head and rubbed his calloused hands, and said "bitter" a few times.

The lines of the palm one by one, representing the old man's bumpy and difficult life, people in their twilight years, do not seem to have much expectation for the future, a bow and a closed eye, all the past experience.

"This village is close to the mountain, over the other side of the mountain, is so big that the mountains and forests are boundless, the world was not peaceful in those years, somehow, there was a demon in the village, the old man's son and daughter-in-law, and grandson, died when the demon was troubled."

As he spoke, the old man raised his eyes and looked at the dilapidated and dark room, "At that time, the house was still newly covered, bright inside and out, and my son and daughter-in-law cleaned up the house. ”

Speaking of his beloved little grandson, the old man lowered his head and smiled, quietly wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and sighed again.

"Now that my old man is left, it's a little useless, that is, clean up the house, this house is still getting darker and darker, just like the old man's life, it won't be bright for a few days~"

Kang Ting listened, couldn't bear it, and comforted: "No, you will definitely live a long life." After finishing speaking, Kang Ting pondered the auspicious words he often said to the old people, and now that he tasted it, he didn't feel much joy.

The old man also noticed it, and said with a smile: "Look at this world, people like my old man are living blindly, and they have to live a long life. ”

Kang Ting listened, his eyes darkened, "An Qing, she ......"

"The doll?" The old man stretched out his right hand and spread five fingers, "That is, the appearance of five or six years old, at that time, a lame Taoist priest came to the village, saying that there was a way to stop making demons." ”

"What's the solution?" Kang Ting couldn't help but hold his breath, feeling a little anxious.

The old man did not immediately respond to Kang Ting's words, as if he was relieved for a moment in his heart, before he said: "Find a young doll, put it in a clay pot and burn it to death, and carry it to the mountain to sacrifice the mountain demon." ”

"Sacrifice to the mountain demon!" Kang Ting jumped up from the stool, "You sacrificed her to the mountain demon?" ”

The old man closed his eyes and wiped a handful of tears, "I just lost my son and grandson back then, and I hate the mountain demon to the bones, if it weren't for the people in the village to stop me, I can't go up the mountain to find it immediately!" But I went out alone, and the people in the village who still had wives and children couldn't get out! I'm afraid of the mountain demon in my heart, and they're even more afraid! ”

Kang Ting sat back on the stool a little decadently, and suddenly felt a little sad in his heart, "She was so young at the time, she was also afraid." ”

"Later, the people in the village, together with several nearby demon-making villages, discussed and decided to use the method of the Taoist priest, after all, the price is not very large."

Kang Ting clenched his fists, a little unbearable to listen to it anymore, and closed his eyes tightly.

"At that time, the children of the four miles and eight towns, which one was not the treasure of the family, even if it was a little lame and a little stupid, people were unwilling to hand it over, and then I don't know who proposed it, they remembered that An Xiucai, who had died, and the little bastard of the prostitute."

As he spoke, the old man paused for a moment, and there was some unbearability in his eyes.

"Later, when the doll was taken and left to cry for help, they tied her up and put her in a large clay pot, and pulled her to a shrine in the mountains in an ox cart, set up firewood, and lit a fire."

Hearing this, Kang Ting's voice couldn't help but tremble, "Then, what about her eyes?" ”

The old man lowered his head, hugged his head with his old hand, and said in a low voice: "Dig it, people saw that the girl doll was crying so badly, they were afraid that she would become a ghost and come back to take revenge, so someone gouged out her eyes so that she could not find her way home." ”

Kang Ting thought about the lonely thin figure, closed his eyes and forced his tears not to fall, "People are so ruthless. ”

When this sentence came out, it was not that Kang Ting blamed others, but that when this matter was talked about, some pictures that had faded from Kang Ting's memory also faintly appeared in his mind.

In his memory, he was still sitting on the wooden cart where his father was buying vegetables, and when he heard that something seemed to be happening, people from all over the country ran to see it, Kang Ting only remembered that he was small, and the adults in front of him were layer after layer, and there was no end in sight, and he was holding a string of sugar gourds that had not yet been stained with saliva, but he forgot who he was going to give it to.

In a daze, Kang Ting sat on his father's board car and squeezed into the crowd, holding the sugar gourd in his hand, the volume of people's speech seemed to be deliberately low, and then after a long distance, Kang Ting heard one after another extremely desperate cries in the distance, the sound seemed to throw people into the sea of swords and fire, not only the pain was painful, but the heart was full of endless despair for this world.

Listening to the cry that seemed to tear his chest, the sugar gourd in Kang Ting's hand was not clenched for a while, and fell to the ground with a snap, Kang Ting was very sad, and cried with a whin, his father thought that he felt sorry for the sugar gourd, picked it up and blew it clean and handed it to him, Kang Ting still felt empty in his heart, sad and wanted to cry.

In the small and dark room, the small flame of the oil lamp seemed to be slowly disappearing, Kang Ting felt that the black holes around him were hollow, as if he was already in the narrow and dark crockpot at this moment, the pain in his heart was like bursts of hot karmic fire, the air around him became more and more stuffy, and he was almost out of breath, and he almost wanted to tear his throat and cry a few times.

Unable to bear it any longer, Kang Ting stood up suddenly, opened the dilapidated wooden door and was about to go out, the door opened a gap, and just touched the sunlight outside, the old voice behind him rose, and suddenly called Kang Ting's footsteps.

"Young man, I don't know who you are, but the old man always has an intuition over the years, the girl doll will definitely come back, and what people did at the beginning always has to pay a price."

Kang Ting looked back at the old man, his heart choked with a lot of things, and he couldn't say a word, as if revealing the previous facts, nothing about him, but it made him difficult to face, so he could only run away from the old man's courtyard.

Running back along the road he came, until Kang Ting felt that his sprained foot was gradually hurting and difficult to walk, he slowly stopped, the sunlight falling on his body made Kang Ting's thoughts gradually struggle back to reality, stretched out his hand to look at the palm that had been broken, and then looked around at the strange environment, Kang Ting exhaled a long breath, leaned against a willow tree with fallen leaves on the side of the road, and waited for any vehicles on the road.

When it was night, Kang Ting went back to Bian An City, and when he passed by the tailor shop next to the locust tree, Kang Ting went in and gave the shopkeeper a few coins of silver, asking him to hurry up the construction period, and the shopkeeper of the tailor shop was a bright person, and told Kang Ting that the material had been cut, and he collected the money and rushed to work at night, and it could be done in the afternoon of the next day.

Kang Ting thanked the shopkeeper and limped home.

The next day, Kang Ting went to the tailor's shop according to the time, the red cloak had been neatly folded, and was placed in the most conspicuous position on the counter.

When he arrived outside the mountains and forests, Kang Ting asked the coachman to wait in the same place, claiming that he had lost something in the forest a few days ago, and went back to find it, and then carried his burden alone and entered the mountains and forests step by step, until the night gradually darkened, he came out of the forest and returned to Bian An in a carriage.

And in the mountains and forests swept by the night, a plum-colored cloak was neatly placed on a flat stone, and a string of crystal clear sugar gourds were wrapped in oiled paper on the side of the cloak. The sound of the wind gradually approached, and in the dark night, a bright red lantern slowly floated from far and near, stopped in front of the stone, and stood quietly for a long time.

In Bian Ancheng, the leaves on the trees gradually fell out, after a night of autumn wind, the ground was left full of a layer of hoarfrost, Kang Ting's wound had already healed thoroughly, and he was going to return to the dart bureau to resume work, but the shopkeeper of the dart bureau came apologetically and gave Kang Ting the month's wages. Kang Ting looked at the extra few taels of silver on the table, knew what the shopkeeper meant, and could also understand his difficulties, the Golden Autumn Dart Bureau of Nuoda raised a hundred and ten people up and down, and it was not easy to develop to this day, not because he couldn't get along with the government as a buddy, and cut off the way of business, so he Kang Ting was not the only one who was sad.

Kang Ting is also a hot-blooded character, and he is most unaccustomed to the injustice in this world, but now that it has fallen on his head, he feels that there is nothing to do at this moment, and now his mind is only full of heart, and he only thinks about An Qing in the mountains and forests.

If the days are always like this, it can be regarded as living, but the good people in this world blindly tolerate it, and they can't get the understanding of the wicked, just when the gate of Kangting is not out of the second door and nests at home in a daze, a group of fierce and vicious yacha suddenly broke into Kangting's house, saying that they wanted to arrest the criminals who gouged out their eyes and killed people in the mountains and forests!

The person who reported the case was a lackey under the prefect's brother-in-law, saying that according to his investigation, on the night of the death of several plate merchants, Kang Ting also escorted the goods through the mountains and forests, and the two people who died later, the prefect's brother-in-law said that he sent someone to learn martial arts from Kang Ting, but the person died in the mountains and forests. These alone are not counted, the coachman who drove Kangting to the mountains and forests a while ago also pointed out that Kangting entered the mountains and forests for no reason, saying that he was looking for things, but when he went, he carried a burden and returned empty-handed.