Leaving the horizon, I intuitively followed his figure, and after adapting to the light, I finally saw his side face clearly, and I couldn't touch it and suddenly gasped, and one breath diverged into the organs, and the pain accompanied by coughing attracted his eyes to turn his eyes, and my heart became violent, and my eyes searched the face of the young man who was still childish but not good-looking. Something was about to come out, but it was stuck in my throat like a pain in my breath, and in the end I only thought dryly of three words: so familiar.

The boy's red eyes flashed, and he stood there and said, "Wait until I solve the old man's aftermath first, and then arrange for you, wait." After saying that, he squatted down, and I saw the old man lying there, and the man who I thought was dead was still half-eyed and his chest heaving. I saw the boy say to him with a smile: "How? Am I not coming out? Do you think you can fool me? When you see one more person in this place that you have been holding on to all your life, you know that you must have a plan. It's just the last game with you, or how can I be worthy of your kindness over the years? ”

The old man wanted to stare, but his life was nearing the end, so he could only open his mouth, breathing more and taking in less. But the boy looked at him with mocking eyes, and he didn't feel enough, and lowered his head closer: "Do you know why you have this breath left, and you still have to drag you out of it?" For I will wait until you die, and incinerate all your bones to ashes, so that you will be free from the Chu of your desire for the rest of your life. ”

The old man stretched out his hand sharply, stuck his palm on the boy's neck, and raised his neck himself. I subconsciously wanted to help, but my limbs were sore and weak, and it seemed that the vertical climb just now had exhausted all my strength. This is the old man who has accumulated his last breath and intends to fight back, the fingers like eagle claws are constantly retracting, obviously seeing the boy's face red because of suffocation, but not only did he not struggle to fight back, but instead stared at the old man indifferently, and spit out word by word: "The one who kills the king, should be punished." ”

The old man was shocked, and almost immediately released his palm, and the last breath of the bulging foot also dispersed, and he fell down, and his eyes were half-open and convulsed a few times, and soon he stiffened and did not move, and his chest did not rise and fall.

I was horrified by this scene, and my heart was pounding. The edge of life and death is not changed, and he is the most attacked, and he has eaten the weakness of the old man. This time, the old man is really dead, and he doesn't blink an eye.

The boy laughed and dropped the four words: "Stubborn." Suddenly, he seemed to think of me, looked up, his eyes flashed twice, and then said, "Don't learn from him in the future, otherwise you will die on this." I noticed that the red light in his eyes seemed to fade, but it was still demonic and evil.

I thought that what he said before the old man died just now was just a threat, at least it was not something that a ten-year-old child would really do. But when I saw him get up and go into the corner, he brought a bucket, and when he approached the old man, he poured the bucket downward, and as the liquid was spilled, I smelled a smell of tar, and in fact the liquid that had been spilled was also black.

Staring at the figure who was only about ten years old in disbelief, his intentions were not written on his face, but all of them were freely displayed between his limbs. When the tar in the bucket had been spilled, he threw the bucket away at random, and then felt something out of his coat pocket, and with two gentle wipes, it ignited a fire. Seeing this, I couldn't help but lose my voice and asked, "Are you really going to burn him?" ”

He didn't look at me, the fire rippled on his face as if there were peach blossoms, and he spoke calmly: "This is what I have been trying to do every day for five years, do you think I want to do it?" ”

I froze, I didn't understand why he said this, I saw his sudden downward eyes, silent for ten seconds, he turned his back, the fire in his hand drew a beautiful arc, at the end of the arc, the flames burst out, illuminating the space that was not bright. During the whole process, he didn't look back, only listened to the crackling sound surrounding. I am glad that the old man's body is far away from me, otherwise it would not have been possible for the fire to spread to me, and with the coldness of a boy, he might have watched me be affected and ignored.

A flame burned, from the wanton burning of martial arts to the gradual annihilation of the end, and the time it took a person to go from intact to ashes was only an hour and forty minutes. During this process, I was the only observer. Because there is nothing to intersect, there will be no superfluous emotions, and there is no hatred, even if he is almost pushed into purgatory by this old man. I focused more on the boy who was always standing with his back and never looking back, and after making sure that he didn't turn around suddenly, I began to analyze the meaning of his behavior.

If it's not that he hates the old man so much that he doesn't even want to watch the process of turning the bones into ashes, it is that he actually has a special affection for the old man. Before thinking about it, he said that there was no third person in this place except for him and the old man. It is equivalent to saying that even hatred completely occupies his mind. So when such a person who covers almost all of his life dies and turns to ashes, he may feel empty and lonely in a certain part.

"Is that enough?" The boy suddenly looked at me viciously, rushed at me with gritted teeth, bent down and grabbed the hem of my shirt and carried me into the air, "Who allowed you to analyze me?" ”

My nerves froze, and I forgot that he could slip into my mind and know what I was thinking. But how can you control this thing about thinking? Looking at the obviously angry face, I couldn't help but think: Is he so angry at this moment?

The boy's expression flickered, his eyes narrowed coldly, and then the corners of his mouth were hooked and his hands were raised.

Seeing the split palm, I felt the pain on the side of my neck invade the nerves, and my eyelids fainted. But my adult sanity was still there, and the picture was still there, and I already knew that I couldn't reveal my thoughts in front of this boy, so I stopped thinking about it, and let the image enter my mind, just as a visitor.

After I was knocked unconscious by him, he looked at me with a review of his eyes and muttered suddenly: "A thin bamboo pole." ”

"......" Even in the painting, I feel speechless, how can my mind jump to this? The next moment he picked me up, and when he crossed the old man's ashes, he didn't even pause, until he walked to the corner of the wall and put me on the ground, and he whispered, "Stay here with me for the time being." He sat down and picked up something from the ground, which I made out to be a plank, and then he took out a small knife and began to carve it on it.

This is not expected by me, and his behavior is basically inferred by normal logic. Since then, he has been in this state ever since, concentrating on the carving, and occasionally a sentence will come out, as if talking to himself, or as if to me. When the plank gradually changed from ordinary to delicate, I finally understood what he was doing, he was carving a spirit tablet for the old man.

I didn't believe that the wonderful threads and patterns could have come from the hand of a ten-year-old child, and I witnessed it in the paintings. After the outer outline was completed, he raised his eyes and glanced at the ashes of the old man over there, and then lowered his head again and carved the words in the middle: Chu Yuanfeng.

With the last hook of the knife, he said, "Wait for me here." And he got up. Well, this time I can be sure that from before to now, he is not talking to himself, but to me, and no, to my five-year-old me, who was knocked unconscious by him.

He was collecting the ashes for the old man. After looking at it for a while, I realized one thing: he seemed to have been planning for this day for a long time, from the previous barrel of tar, to the wooden board for the carving of the spirit tablet, to the jar where the ashes were collected at this time, and the table where the incense burner was placed, everything was in order and according to the plan. Finally, the incense was lit, the tablet was placed, and the ash jar was placed in a square on the wall, and he stood in front of him and was silent for a while before he slowly spoke: "Okay, old fellow, I will do my best to do it for you." ”

He turned around and walked cleanly, without a bit of mud and water. He bent down in front of me and carefully picked me up, with the illusion that I was his beloved treasure. If there were no cruel comparisons.

The boy carried me in his arms and walked forward slowly, over the altar and past two stone gates, and the fog was thick. He bowed his head: "Let's take you to the other side first." After a while, he said: "If you want to take a boat, don't worry, I won't throw you into the crocodile pool." ”

I think this man must be so lonely that he would say a word to me from time to time. When the fog lifted, the boat reached the other shore, which, judging by the time, was not the island where I had been for a year. Picked up by him again, shuttling through the woods, and finally seeing a village and people, he walked into the first house, the owner was also an old man, older than Chu Yuanfeng, who had just died, and his hair was all white.

The master asked, "Have you done what you are going to do?" ”

The boy nodded, "It's not reasonable to play for two years." The owner's eyes showed excitement and relief, but his eyes quickly turned to me in the boy's arms, and his face was puzzled: "Is she ......" The boy lowered his head, and only then did I realize that his eyes, which had been faintly red before, had completely turned black, but they were not pure enough, mixed with turbidity, and he said, "My booty." ”

The master looked at me again, and didn't ask any further, but changed the topic: "What are you going to do later?" ”

"Go according to the plan."

I didn't understand the code words between them, only that I had been left in my master's house since that day. The boy was so busy that he couldn't see anyone all day, and when he went out, he would lock the door and say to me with a smile, "Don't run around, wait for me to come back." "I'm imprisoned by him in this small square space, where can I run around? He usually didn't come back until dark, and then he took me out to eat with the old man, during which I saw the old man's two sons and daughters-in-law, who seemed to live next door.

It's strange that they treat the boy with respect, and they can even say they are listening to him. <