There was silence on the other end of the line for a while, and I listened intently, and finally heard a little movement. Vertices are updated the fastest

It's crying.

It seems to be Song Xian's cry.

I'm not so sure.

After waiting for a while, I heard Wu Ling's voice.

"Song Hyun should find out that her parents are gone." Wu Ling said.

The cry was intermittent and faint, and I could hear other voices.

I felt my heart panic.

For Song Xian, seeing her parents who have passed away a long time ago and fulfilling their parents' wishes is her greatest expectation. But now, it's all gone. The parents are gone, and so is that expectation.

Song Hyun is no longer young.

At that time, when she was young, she was able to follow an uncle, carry the corpses and ashes of her parents, and run all the way, trying to survive and live.

What about her now?

Song Xian at this age, I'm afraid he won't be able to accept this kind of blow.

Wu Ling didn't speak after that.

I didn't hang up either.

The distant cry finally disappeared.

"They went back." Wu Ling said.

Wu Ling didn't seem to have any feelings for this, and after finishing speaking, he returned to the topic, "If there are really people or things from the future that are connected to us now, the situation becomes very complicated. Exactly how it needs to be studied. I'll let the wind out in the circle. If you go back into a dream, remember to pay attention to the date and place. ”

I muffled in response.

The phone hung up.

I didn't rush to leave the office, I spread my body and leaned back on the sofa.

The couch, which had been broken, shook several times, as if it was about to fall apart.

I steadied myself.

The couch creaked.

There was only this annoying sound in the office.

Ye Qing did not appear from beginning to end.

I was stunned for a moment, took my phone and left.

Song Xian did not return to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants after that. They didn't call me either.

Normally, they wouldn't have been able to contact me.

When the day's work was done, I separated from the skinny man and went home.

I was lazy and couldn't lift my energy.

Song Xian's cry echoed in my head.

I can imagine how she was devastated.

I didn't look at the files, I didn't search the Internet for any information, and I went to bed early.

When I fall asleep, everything is still normal.

When I woke up, I heard the sound of the waves.

I was woken up by the sound of the waves.

The sound of the waves was very regular, until the screams of women and children, and the shouts of men, broke the quiet atmosphere.

I was being pulled and my body ached.

When I opened my eyes, I saw two familiar faces.

I was picked up by them and stuffed into a large vat.

The cold liquid with some salty smell made me shiver.

"Mommy......" the child cried out helplessly.

"Xiaoxian, don't speak. Hide, hide here. Don't come out. Someone comes, and you sink......"

Before the words fell, an arrogant voice interjected.

The lid of the vat was pulled up.

I heard an argument outside.

My body floated up and out of the vat.

Song Hyun's parents were dragged out of the yard. Their shouting came to an abrupt end.

Outside the hospital, there were more roars and screams.

A squad of soldiers rushed in and rummaged through the house.

The lid of the vat was opened, and the soldier reached in and stirred it twice, touching Song Xian. The gun was picked up, and a small fish with seaweed was picked out of the vat.

The soldiers cursed and walked away.

Song Xian held his breath in the water tank until his lungs hurt, and then he poked his head out tremblingly.

She clumsily crawled out of the water tank. I don't know how to cry, I can't remember to be afraid.

She just instinctively shrunk back, went back to the smashed room to look, and ran to the gate of the courtyard again, carefully probing to take a look.

The soldiers were gone, and there was a lot of blood on the ground, and there were some pieces of cloth and broken porcelain......

Song Hyun searched for a moment on this chaotic dirt road and saw the corpse under the tree. She saw her mother's bloody face.

Song Xian's tears welled up all of a sudden, and he called out to Grandma in a hoarse voice.

Tiny bodies stumbled towards the corpses.

"Grandma! Abba! Grandma...... Grandma ......" Song Xian cried and was about to fall on the corpse.

A man came out of the next room, covered Song Xian's mouth, hugged Song Xian's small body, and fished her into the house.

Outside the house, there was the sound of leather boots landing on the ground.

The man hugged Song Xiandong, who was crying bitterly, and hid in Tibet.

I found out that there was a tunnel in the house that led to the cellar under the house.

It's not a fancy underground passage, just a cellar for storing food, and it looks like it's been abandoned for a long time. It may be precisely because of this that this place, which was abandoned by the owner's family, can become a hiding place.

The man kept an eye on the sound outside, and when it was quiet outside, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Song Xian.

Song Xian's eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and he couldn't shed tears.

"Ah Xian, ......" The man knew Song Xian, and after calling out Song Xian's name, he gritted his teeth.

Song Hyun didn't react at all.

The time of the dream jumps.

There were more fish bones in the cellar, and there were two more corpses of Song Xian's parents. They changed their clothes, were wiped clean of blood from their faces, and looked as if they were asleep.

"Uncle...... Why don't the gods come to us? Is it because Ah Xian has said bad things about immortals before? Song Xian suddenly spoke.

The man sitting in the corner of the cellar was stunned, and there was some sadness on his face stained by dust.

Song Xian looked at the corpses of his parents fixedly, and after asking that question, he didn't cry or make trouble.

The time of the dream jumped again.

The man took the bodies of Song Hyun and her parents onto a small boat.

Not a speedboat, not a yacht. The humble wooden boat could only be paddled by men.

The man paddled for days and nights. Both he and Song Xian had lost their strength and almost fainted. Finally, they saw the coast.

That's when I sensed something was wrong.

The bodies of Song Hyun's parents did not decompose......

Before I could figure it out, the dream scene changed, and the raging fire engulfed the bodies of Song Xian's parents.

Men hold their ashes together. The columbarium was brought out of the island by him. I also saw the wooden box that Song Xian asked me to take out.

When the dream scene changed again, the man was gone.

Song Xian sat alone on a chair, looking at the two ash jars and the wooden box on the table.

In her memory, the man had suddenly disappeared.

He worked outside the home, doing some hard work to support himself and Song Xian, a little girl. They fled all the way to find the small house that can shelter them from the wind and rain. Originally, life was already on the right track and became stable.

The man did not return that night.

Song Hyun cooked, didn't wait for the man, went out to look for it, and didn't find it.

She waited for a few days, searched for a few days, and did not see the man again.

Song Xian thought that the man might have thrown away his burden. She thought again that he might have died in a corner and no one had found out.

Song Xian's thoughts flashed away. She still has to live. Without a man to take care of her, she had to be self-reliant.

My soul was suddenly pulled by a force and flew away from Song Xian's side.

I heard a certain dialect, I didn't understand it, but I understood the meaning.

“…… Head? ”

What head?

I look ahead.

The familiar wooden box opened.

Inside was a fossil-like head of a snake, with the tusks of a beast, the scales of a fish, and a pair of antlers.

The skull is small. The box was filled with cloth and cotton wool to protect the skull.

The box closes.

"This is the head of the youkai. Our ancestors picked it up from a cave under the sea. The story that circulated on Guillotine Island may not be true. ”

I heard the voice say that.

"It's a family heirloom. You have to keep it safe. Our ancestors specially packed it in one of the best treasure boxes......"

Before the end of this talk, my head ached sharply, and my soul felt a huge pull again.