Uncle felt a pain in his heart.

The official is a jackal, the people are a sheep, Xilang, Xilang, my stupid son, how can you even believe the words of the jackal...

The blood on Shiro's forehead was still flowing slowly. The uncle gently let him go, and when he went to the back room, he couldn't find a clean cloth, and finally simply tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and bandaged his head briefly.

"Daddy... Hello Kiro... "Kirou closed his eyes tightly and shrunk back, and when he spoke, his teeth collided with each other due to trembling, making a "gurgling" sound.

"Daddy is here, Daddy is here. Good manner, it won't be cold soon... Soon..."It's not cold.

The uncle hugged his son, his expression was a little dazed, and there was no emotion in his cloudy eyes. He looked up at the mottled walls of his home again, and the empty room didn't even have a decent piece of furniture...

Over the years, Xilang has been infected with gambling, and if he hadn't hidden that bit of private money in his dead mother's relics, I'm afraid even the bowl that only drank water would have been sold.

In fact, Xilang is not completely broken, and he will not rummage through his mother's relics, which shows that he at least retains a trace of respect for his dead mother.

But so what? He should never have been found when he took out the silver, and that bit of private money was taken away by Xilang after all, and now he was deceived by those officers and soldiers.

"Daddy... Cold..."Shiro began to murmur again, occasionally crying in a low voice.

"Dad is here, Xilang is good, Xilang is not afraid." The uncle smiled and patted his son's back gently, and on the same night as many years ago, his son slowly fell asleep under his patting.

The blood on Shiro's head oozed out of the cloth. He didn't seem to see it, but he still patted his son on the back and gently hummed the nursery rhyme that his wife taught him to hum.

“… Moonlight... Shine Ground..."

“… Late in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve... Betel nut picking..."

Xilang quieted down, and there seemed to be a childlike smile on his lips.

“… Betel nut incense... Cut purple ginger..."

The old man's gentle singing voice rippled slightly in the night, and the insect chirping outside the door seemed to have stopped, and he listened with his ears.

…

Uncle can't remember what kind of people he met during the day and what happened to him.

He only remembered that when he was a child, his son was a toddler, and he always looked back uneasily after taking two steps to see if he was there, afraid that he would not be able to support him in time if he fell.

He smiled and said to his son, "Xilang wow, don't be afraid, Dad is following you." ”

The face full of grievances and the slightly pursed red and glamorous little mouth, through the fog of memory, walked out innocently and smiled at him.

His heart softened. If you can't be reincarnated as a human in the next life, you can't be reincarnated as a human being, he just wants to give his son another ride, so that his son will not be so lonely on Huangquan Road...

Xilang is all the sustenance of his life, if he is gone, what is the point of him living alone in this world?

Shiro's breath is getting weaker and weaker, and the blood has already flowed, right?

The uncle untied his belt, brought a stool, stepped on it carefully, threw the belt onto the beam in the room, and tied it firmly into a dead knot.

After doing all this, he returned to his son and lovingly took his head in his arms.

"Hello Wow... Don't be afraid, Daddy is following you..."

"Daddy... I don't want to die..."Shiro struggled to wake up from his coma, and in an instant he seemed to be refreshed a lot.

It's just a return to the light. The uncle smiled gently, still the same sentence: "Xilang, don't be afraid." ”

"Dad, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die, Dad, help me, Dad..."

"Xilang..."The uncle couldn't bear to turn his face away, quietly looked out of the door and shed tears, his heart was sad and painful, he just wished that he could suffer this crime for him.

"Hehehe... Actually, this brother can be saved. A laughing voice came from outside the door.

…

The uncle responded to the prestige, and the person who came was a fat Taoist priest in a yellow robe, and this Taoist priest seemed to love to laugh.

"Who is the Dao Chief?"

"Hahaha, poor road. Passing by here, I heard the cry in the old man's house, and I came to see what was going on. The fat Taoist priest said happily.

He and his son only had such a little precious time left, and they were disturbed by an uninvited guest, the uncle couldn't help but feel resentful, and he didn't say anything with a black face.

Xutong didn't mind, and smiled again, and said, "Uncle, if Poor Dao says, Poor Dao has a way to save Ling Lang?" ”

Is there a way to save Xilang? The uncle looked at Xilang in a daze, there was so much blood shed, and the nearest medical hall here is also a few miles away, and now even if you have money, you can't save it. This Taoist priest said that he could save it, how to save it?

"Daddy... Save me... Dao Chief... Help me, I don't want to die! When she heard this, she struggled to sit up, but she moved slightly, and then she fell forward dizzily.

The uncle hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, and it was precisely because of this support that he took in the business in Xilang's eyes.

There was another lament in his heart.

"Dao Chief, what do you want?" The uncle said that he had eaten more salt than his son had eaten, and it was clear at a glance that this Taoist priest would not help him save his son without asking for anything in return.

"Hahaha, the old man is refreshing." It's nice to be with smart people, and he laughed haha.

"We... There is no silver tael. "Uncle Dao, I believe that if I don't say it, the Taoist priest can also see it from this washy room.

"Haha, poor roads are not for wealth." Void channel, smiling so much that there is only a trace of sincerity in his eyes.

"Then what do you want?" Uncle said.

"What the poor want is your lifespan." "Uncle, are you willing to exchange the rest of your life for your son's life?" ”

"Dad..."When Xilang heard this, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

"How can I trust you?" The uncle ignored the fallen Shiro, he didn't feel a loss for a life, but he didn't faint because his son was saved.

"Haha, it's easy." Xutong smiled and walked over to Shirou and squatted down to untie the strip of cloth on Shiro's head. He took out a porcelain vase from his bosom, opened it, and sprinkled some powder on Shiro's head.

The uncle stared at the hole in Shiro's head without blinking, watching it quickly absorb the medicinal powder, quickly stop the bleeding, and quickly scar.

This... It's amazing...

The uncle swallowed in disbelief.

But Kiro didn't wake up. He turned his head to look at Xutong suspiciously, and Xutong smiled: "Ling Lang has lost too much blood, I'm afraid he will have to sleep for a while before he wakes up, don't worry too much, old man." ”

I looked at my son again, and saw that his face was beginning to regain its blood and ruddyness, and finally relieved himself. The uncle said: "My lifespan, you can take it." ”

Xutong smiled "hehe" and said: "The old man is willing, and he has no regrets?" ”

"Yes." Uncle Zhengse, in fact, he is more afraid of repentance. He has lived to this age, there is nothing to be nostalgic for, on the contrary, Shiro is still young...

"Okay." Xutong's eyes flashed, and his right hand stretched out and put it on the top of the uncle's head, and his mouth began to recite incantations that no one could understand.