All of a sudden, many thoughts flashed through my mind, and I felt that all this was too confusing, and as for Aunt Lian's purpose, I had no clue.

At the moment, I put all my hopes on the corpse in front of me, if this corpse is really her, then all this has exceeded my original guess, and it can even be said that her plan was calculated by Aunt Lian, in response to an old saying, the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and Aunt Lian is the yellow finch.

"Brother Jiu, the stick you want!" That Wang Chuyao shouted to me, put the long ladder on the edge of the thousand-year-old pine, and threw a stick up.

I reached out and grabbed the stick, and without hesitation, pounced on the little swallows, who, as if sensing danger, flapped their wings a few times and flew away from the corpses. However, the direction in which they flew made me puzzled, they actually drilled directly under the thousand-year-old pine from the right side, could it be that under the corpse was a swallow's nest?

I was stunned for a moment, tiptoed towards the tree hole, and saw a scene that I could not let go of in my life, under this corpse was a white bone, the skull, hand bones, and foot bones intersected with each other, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was a human bone or an animal bone, and it was piled up more than a meter high. On the right side of those bones, there is a very small open space, where there are no less than fifty birds' nests, layer by layer, row by row, displayed in an orderly manner, especially neat, like a small Miao village. In the bird's nest at the top, there are several swallows as big as two fingers, and a female swallow is holding something like meat and stuffing it into the mouth of the little swallow.

I grass, I couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, I had been wondering where the group of swallows went, guessed for a long time, the nest of the group of swallows turned out to be in the heart of the thousand-year-old pine, how could it be like this, is this man-made, or is it the nature of swallows?

No, the nature of swallows is definitely not like this, primary school textbooks have said, swallows are beneficial birds, swallows' maternal love has always been praised, I remember when I was in elementary school, the teacher asked us to write an essay about mothers, I used a swallow-like maternal love, the teacher also praised me a few words, saying that I know swallows very well.

If swallows are not by nature, is it man-made?

It's not right, if it's artificial, why are these swallow nests so neat? You must know that the heart of this thousand-year-old tree is so big, those white bones occupy a large part of the space, normal people can't come in at all, let alone build these neat bird's nests, and most importantly, since the swallows' nests are in the heart of the tree, where do they enter the heart of the tree?

Combining these doubts, my face sank, I am afraid that the source of all this is on Aunt Lian, and only by asking her can I solve these doubts.

At that moment, I suppressed the doubts in my heart, and began to look at the corpse in front of me with a flashlight, I first spit a few mouthfuls of saliva on my hand and rubbed it vigorously. I did this because we Eight Immortals have a set of rules, before touching the body of the deceased, we must keep our hands clean, where does the water come from this tree to wash our hands, I can only spit out a few mouthfuls of saliva and rub it, which is considered a kind of respect for the deceased.

Then, I bent down, turned the deceased's body over, reached out and probed the deceased's hair, the feeling of my hand was very sticky, there were a lot of blood stains on it, I took a few deep breaths, brushed the deceased's hair away, revealing a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, the familiar is that the outline of this face is a bit like her, the strange thing is that the deceased's pair of eyes are missing, the whole face is pecked, and a few traces of white bones can be seen.

Seeing this, I was stunned for a moment, and it was difficult to judge whether the deceased was her or not based on this face. It occurred to me that if it was her, she would have a hunched back and a relatively short stature.

I immediately looked at the feet of the deceased, the deceased's feet were very short, presumably the deceased's height should not be high, I turned the deceased's body back to its original appearance, Dingqing looked at the deceased's back, there was no meat on it, but I could still see that the deceased's back should be a little hunched before his death, because the bones exposed by the deceased showed a semi-arc shape, which was the most obvious feature of the hunchback.

It's her, it's really Granny Qiao.

In an instant, I felt like the whole world was collapsing, I guessed wrong, I guessed wrong like a fool. Before, I naively thought that all of this was arranged by Granny Qiao, so I would pretend to be scared of Aunt Lian, obey her in everything, and I would do whatever she told me to do, but I didn't expect that I... I... I guessed wrong, Granny Qiao didn't fake her death, but really died, she was really dead.

I knelt down weakly on my legs, slapped myself in the face a few times, and kept scolding myself in my mouth, making you stupid, making you think you saw through the truth, making you stupid/to run to the Ten Thousand Towers, making you believe in the old witch, making you....

I don't know how many slaps I put in the face, but I know that the left side of my face hurts hotly. It's not that I have a habit of self-harm, it's that I don't know how to deal with Granny Qiao's corpse at all, and I just feel that I owe her.

In my heart, I have always believed that Granny Qiao is not dead, this is because Granny Qiao is a master, whether it is IQ or knowledge, far above Aunt Lian, she also considers the problem more comprehensively, I always believe that she gave Aunt Lian an idea to let me come to the Ten Thousand Towers, there must be a set of perfect strategies, it is precisely because I believe in her, when I heard the news of her death, I was not too sad, because, I believe that she will not really die, but fake death. After all, Wang Chuyao's grandmother also faked her death.

But the cruel reality slapped me so hard that my entire psychological defense line completely collapsed, and I cried like a child.

I don't know how to describe how I felt at that time, but I knew that when I wrote this paragraph, the corners of my eyes were wet. A lot of times, I wonder what I was born here for.

For a long time, I began to be confused about life, should I not exist in this world? If there is no Chen Jiu in the world, is Lao Xiucai not dead, still singing about wine every day, talking about his care, if there is no Chen Jiu in the world, Cheng Xiaocheng will not be sent to Tibet, but will sit in the classroom to prepare for the college entrance examination, Lao Wang will not be missing, but continue to carry the dragon coffin, Su Mengke will not die at a young age, and Granny Qiao will not end up like this.

The source of all this is because I live in this world, I live a long life, but they leave me one by one. I don't remember what year it is, there is a popular saying on the Internet, life is like a coffee table, full of cups and washing utensils. To describe my ten years of life, I think that there are eight or nine cups on my coffee table, and only one or two washing utensils are occupied.

Perhaps, life is about constantly experiencing, growing, and then learning some lessons from some things, making yourself strong, so that you can support your own piece of heaven.

Some people say that after a person experiences a great blow, his temperament will change, I didn't believe in this before, I think I was born with a happy family, no matter what happens, I can face the bleak life with a smile. And now I believe that sentence, first Lao Wang disappeared, then Su Mengke died, and now even Granny Qiao is dead, in less than a month, I have experienced three times The departure of people around me has made me more and more withdrawn, and my heart has begun to resist strangers entering my life.

I cried on that tree for a long time, and Wang Chuyao on the ground kept asking me what was wrong, but I didn't speak, and tears flowed down my face. I don't know if it was predestined in the dark, or what was going on, crying, crying, the tree pole suddenly shook for a moment, and then the half of the tree pole fell to the ground suddenly, and my body fell down with the other half of the tree pole.

There was a loud bang, and I slid off the tree pole and slammed into the ground. What puzzled me was that I felt as if something was cushioning behind me, soft and cool. I thought that I smashed on Wang Chuyao by mistake, and reached out to touch my back, there was nothing, but there was a chill to the bone, which made me puzzled, the feeling of just hitting the ground was very strange, as if someone was catching me below, but there was nothing behind it.

"Brother Nine!" That Wang Chuyao was crying and ran towards me.

At this moment, I saw Granny Joe's body move, and then her body fell from the tree and smashed right next to me, and she hit me in the face with one hand in a fist, and two eyeballs rolled out of it and landed on my neck, wet and sticky.