At night, the moon hangs high.

The insects chirped everywhere under the moon, and the breeze gently blew through the grass and leaves, bringing a coolness that is especially precious in the summer night.

Ai Yueman is full of plants and trees, and he doesn't need to sleep like humans, and the night is a good time for him to breathe. Opening the window and letting in a piece of moonlight, bathed in misty white light, he pondered the black gas behind Ding Dang.

The black was like nothing, when he was about to concentrate on it, the black gas seemed to feel that people's eyes disappeared, and then when Ding told him QQ, WeChat, and Alipay, it never appeared.

But he doesn't think he's dazzled. Although he was born unable to absorb spiritual energy, he could see all the evil and sneaky, and the evil miasma could not escape his eyes, and there was no doubt that what was attached to Ding Dang's body was the ghost qi.

Ding Dang and Ding Ning are both from the family of demon slayers, but they may not have graduated yet, and this ghost aura is too ethereal and weak, so they have not found it.

Ai Yueman's fingers clicked on the window frame to think carefully, and suddenly heard the sound of water droplets.

Exceptionally clear in the quiet of the night.

There was another 'click', with an echo. This was followed by the sound of slow footsteps.

The man who walked seemed to be walking on tiptoe, afraid of being discovered, and he could feel the man's caution through the door panel. Ta stood on tiptoe, slowly, gently, in front of Ai Yueman's door.

Ai Yueman turned around, and the door was just slammed.

A moment, a moment.

He whispered close to the door and slammed it open.

The door was empty.

"Morning, Brother Ai, how was your rest last night?" Ding Ning greeted him vaguely while stuffing the toothbrush into his mouth.

"Morning, everything is fine."

Ding Ning lowered his head and spit out the water in his mouth, rubbed it over and stood on the balcony together. At this time, it was just dawn, but there were already many vehicles on the road, and pedestrians were passing on the sidewalk.

After watching it for a long time, Ding Ning sighed that life was busy, and it was not easy to live, Lu Aizhi beside him closed his eyes and pinched his hands to calculate something.

Until fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, Ai Yueman took a long breath and opened his eyes.

“…… No way. ”

Ding Ning laughed: "Forget it, Brother Ai, it's strange that you can deduce the specific direction with your mana." ”

He was still not at ease last night, and tested it with a demon energy detector, this demon is indeed terrifying, in another sense.

The demonic spirit is so weak that there is almost none, and Ding Ning has every reason to believe that any uninitiated child in the Ding family can live with him in several ways.

Ai Yueman has been standing in the widest place of view since the rising sun and tracking several times, he memorizes the demon's method of finding people very well, but the demon power is too weak to calculate the accurate direction. But he refused to give up, wiped the sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth and said:

"I'm fine, Brother Ding will have breakfast with Ding Dang first."

Ding Dang had come to call him just now.

"Okay then," Ding Ning didn't interfere too much with the people he just met, "Then I'll leave you a copy and put it on the table." ”

"Thank you, Brother Ding."

Ai Yueman thanked him, closed his eyes and released his demonic power into a filament again, the thickness of the filament was uneven, it was because his skill was too weak to release the demonic qi well, and he stretched out towards the east, and his right hand turned over at this time to feel a piece of blue stone, the light of the stone flashed, and he climbed to the filament with a few strokes along his arm.

As if beaten with chicken blood, the slowly expanding filaments suddenly thickened and surged forward, and the front end of the rush out spread out into several branches and continued to stretch forward, just a few snaps of fingers, from Ai Yueman's fingertips to the edge of the city close to the east of the sea market, extending a golden tree branch.

The location of his nether realm is unknown to the subject of the mission, and it is impossible for the subject to be in the city. But Ai Yueman didn't want to sit still, he closed his eyes tightly, and the golden branches in his hands gradually established contact with more plants and trees as the range expanded, and he heard that Suosuo's broken words sounded, and the flowers and trees were talking about what they had seen, and he needed to sift through what he needed, this method was stupid, but he had no other tracking spell.

The stone in his hand lit up and brightened, and finally disappeared completely.

The golden branches also dimly exploded and turned into gold dust at the same time, and Ai Yueman withdrew his hand in disappointment, and at this moment, a branch that had not completely dissipated came with news.

Ai Yueman's eyes, which were a little dim from fatigue, suddenly lit up.

"Brother Ning, I have counted the whereabouts of the client!"

The information would disappear in a few minutes, Ai Yueman couldn't wait to say more, propped his hands on the balcony, and disappeared on the nineteenth floor balcony in the blink of an eye.

"Oh!" As soon as Ding Ning turned around, he saw that the brother jumped down without hesitation, his back was more decisive than that of a strong man, his hand shook and the milk spilled on the table, he ran to the edge of the balcony and looked at the little point that was rapidly getting smaller and wanted to cry without tears:

"Brother! Go through the front door, go through the door—"

Although Ai Yueman has never been to the world, he is not completely without common sense, and the moment he fell, he put an invisibility spell on himself, took out another stone with different patterns from his pocket and pinched it tightly, and the wind suddenly rose in the sky, and he was swept into his arms by the wind like rootless duckweed, and slid quickly towards a certain place with the wind.

In front of him is a large number of people who get up early to go to work, Ai Yueman activates another stone with an 'x' drawn, and the whole person seems to pass through the crowd, vehicles, and buildings as if transparent.

Until stopping in front of a quaint courtyard.

After taking a few steps forward, the blister-like diaphragm around him spread, and he could be seen in the eyes of others at this time.

This is supposed to be an old residential area, because it is too old and many houses have safety hazards, and the people who live here have long since moved out. I felt that there were only three or two faint popularity, and I don't know which old man refused to leave.

The breath has dissipated for many years, and the faint one seems to disperse as soon as it is blown, but this trace of breath is still stubbornly staying in place, which shows that the person who left the breath is a magician, and may even be a powerful demon exterminator.

She left the formation to cover the area, the last thing she could do for this before leaving.

Ai Yueman walked through the glazed light cast by the brick walls and glazed tiles, and the seven-colored light passed through him, like a water plant wandering in the river. He looked carefully, but the formation had existed for too many years, and it was dilapidated, and he couldn't even find the slightest breath of the formation.

Ai Yueman was a little disappointed, but comforted herself.

"It's okay, at best, maybe their family is still in this city."

Thinking of this, I was shocked, and I walked a few steps ahead, and suddenly an old voice came from my ears.

"Young ......"

“…… You wait......"

Ai Yueman stopped, looked around to see if there was no one, and easily jumped over the brick wall.

The house is designed with red bricks and black tiles, and the style is an old-fashioned courtyard house with a three-hall pattern. It seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time, and the fallen leaves are covered with dust on a large area of the ground, and only the paved stone floor can be seen through the cracks.

And the direction in which Ai Yueman went was a stout peach tree.

It was already very old, and the body of the four of them was full of tumors, and all the leaves had fallen off, as if it would drag its heavy body to sleep in the wind. It gasped for breath, and continued in an old voice that could only be heard among the trees:

"Young man...... Can you water me somewhat? It's been a long time since anyone watered me, and the roots are going to wither......"

"Wait a minute, old man."

There is a well in the backyard, but it is almost dry, Ai Yueman used the bucket discarded by the well to make a bucket of water for a long time, because it was the height of summer, only a little watered, afraid that the water vapor would suddenly evaporate and hurt the roots of the old tree.

“…… Thank you......" The old peach tree's hissing voice was a little less hoarse like a bellows, and he said sadly:

"It's been more than ten years, everyone is gone, and no one is coming back...... When they were young, they liked to sit on me, and the peaches I bore were so big and sweet that everyone liked to eat them, and they praised me...... It's only been ten years, why are they all gone? ”

Ai Yueman didn't want to tell the old peach tree that for people, their own life is the most important, and as for the peach and the big tree that he played with as a child, it was just a fragment of thousands of memories, and they were all stumbling things. There will be more peaches, and the tree is just a familiar one on the side of the road.

He said, "Old man, did there ever live here a family of demon hunters?" ”

"Demon Hunter ......?" Lao Shu's attention was diverted a little, and he said in vicissitudes: "I don't remember clearly...... It seems that there is a woman whose spiritual power is not low, high, and combs her hair in a bun. She likes my peaches, and she picks a lot of them every autumn to make dried peaches, and she ......"

Seeing that the old peach tree was about to immerse himself in the past again, Ai Yueman hurriedly asked, "Does the old man remember what her name is?" ”

"Like, yes. Her husband had said to her, 'Peach leaves, but you bought this yard in your name.' ”

Surprise in my heart: "This is their residence?" ”

"yes...... It's a pity that they didn't live for a few years, and their children left just after turning five, and it's been eighteen years now......"

Ai Yueman asked anxiously: "Do you know where they went, what is the name of that child, is it male or female?" ”

The old peach tree was silent for a long time, as if searching for the only remaining memories from his memory, and finally said helplessly: "I don't remember...... I only remember that it was a boy with small long braids, but unfortunately his health was not very good...... She's always crying when she avoids the child......"

I asked and asked from the old peach tree, the old tree was already drooping, and he was all grateful to him for talking to him with a bucket of water, Ai Yueman couldn't bear to continue to let the old tree suffer, and he couldn't ask anything more. In the end, it was confirmed that the old tree did not know more, Ai Yueman sprinkled the water evenly around the old tree, and also buried a spirit stone to delay the water vapor and not to evaporate too quickly and hurt the roots.

He thought for a moment, and finally raised his hand, a little green light flashing in his palm. I asked the old tree for the few remaining green leaves, and when they came into contact with the light, they turned into a green liquid, and Ai Yueman's fingers curled up in a circle and blew a few breaths on the liquid, and the liquid bulged up like soapy water, and scattered in all directions under Ai Yueman's command.

"It's ......"

"It's a dream."

It was indeed a dream. The old tree was born from here, and spent his hundred years, and he gave everything to mankind with one heart and one thought, so even the leaves that grew carried this part of the memory.

What Ai Yueman wants to do is to let these people dream of the childish children's language under the peach tree when they were young, and some people may think that there was once a peach tree, the peaches that bear are very large and sweet, and they hide below in the summer night to enjoy the coolness, and there is the fragrance of flowers.

Perhaps in the last days of the old peach tree, the child who used to sit in its arms will be seen again.

“…… Thank you, young man. ”

The old tree looked at the distant juniors and let out a long sigh.

The old tree doesn't understand, where can human beings remember a tree? The peaches in the world are not only his sweetness, but also one of the thousands of trees, if you remember it, you will only think of your partner back then, just a tree, and you can't leave any trace in your heart.

It's just that it's hard to settle down after all.

Suddenly it felt a hand pressed against its own trunk, and the tree could not feel the slightest change in temperature, but at that moment the old tree felt that its roots were cold and began to curl up, and before his life was about to burn out, the hand was retracted, with a few ringing bells.

The old tree suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago there was a child who always climbed on top of him and looked out of the wall, his short hands and feet were snow-white, and the bell on the red rope on his wrist was ringing.

With a whispered reproach:

"Zhao'er, come down from the tree, mom is going to be angry-"

Caught in the darkness, the old peach tree remembered the name of the frail child.

Bai Zhao stood beside the old peach tree, the green bubble in his hand kept bouncing, as if he finally understood that it could not invade this person's body, it writhed a few more times, and burst with a snap.

The images contained in it were all shattered and dissipated, and I woke up from my dream.