The old man grinned as he patted the little boy's pouting ass on the outside of the quilt. One of his upper jaw molars had been lost. There are a few brown spots on his emaciated face, which are the imprint of years of living and working by the sea.

"Little ghost, at a young age, you have learned to make fun of me. ”

"Really...... Unbelief...... See for yourself...... Over there...... There is a snow demon ......" came the buzzing, muffled voice of a little boy from the quilt, and as he spoke, he stretched out his little hand and pointed to the window.

The old man looked at him with a realistic look, not as if he were joking. He got out of bed, slumped over to the window, and poked his head out to look around. Outside, his vision was blurry, and he rubbed his eyes and didn't see anything.

So he turned around and brought the oil lamp on the table, and raised it outward as much as he could, his eyes slowly moving and searching with the hand holding the lamp. The little boy, at some point, had come running up to him, hiding under his armpits, cowering like a tanuki.

The old man's movements stopped suddenly.

Somewhere in the snow, he vaguely saw a dark shadow. The old man remembered that the location of the site, which had been a road that ran through the entire village, was now almost covered with snow.

At this time, the little boy stretched out his head, pulled the old man's clothes tightly with both hands, and said timidly: "This is it...... Snow Demon ......"

The black shadow was moving slowly, in this direction, and it seemed very difficult.

"Who? who is there?" The old man has also experienced countless winds and waves in his life, and the courage and strength in his bones have not faded with old age, he tore his throat and shouted loudly.

The black shadow paused for a moment, and after a while, it seemed that it was about to move forward again, but it didn't expect to just shake it in place twice, and then fell headlong into the snow......

In the early morning of the next day, many people came to the old man's house one after another.

The first person to arrive was Wang Yidao.

He was asked by the old man to ask the little boy to go out before dawn.

When the little boy knocked on his door in a hurry, Wang Yidao was still on the bed, wrapped in a quilt and falling asleep. He was pulled up by his wife, who was preparing breakfast, by the ear.

Wang Yidao sat on the edge of the bed with sleepy eyes, and complained: "How can you call people to start work so early?"

His wife next to him immediately unceremoniously rewarded him with a kick and a roll of the eyes, "Call you to bully people again!"

Wang Yidao had no choice but to put on his clothes indiscriminately, brought all the guys who were eating, and let the little boy go ahead, and his fat body swayed and followed.

When he left the courtyard door, he suddenly remembered something, turned back to the house and asked, "Have you made breakfast?"

His wife's voice came from the house, "The evil ghost is reincarnated! ”

After Wang Yidao entered the outer courtyard of the old man's house, he lowered his head and was about to go around the backyard. At this time, the little boy grabbed the corner of his clothes: "It's not over there...... ...... here"

Wang Yidao followed the little boy's gesture, looked at it, and said, "There is something wrong with your old man, how can he put it in the house?"

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the old man was already waiting in the outhouse.

As soon as he saw the king's knife, he hurriedly ran over and took him by the hand and led him to the inner room.

Wang Yidao thought, how can these two men have a problem, how can serving the pig be like serving their own ancestors, and they are in the inner room, and they are dragged and pulled, for fear of missing the time.

When he followed the old man into the inner room, he was dumbfounded.

I saw a person lying motionless on the bed in the room, unkempt and ragged, and that appearance could not be described as "sloppy".

On second look, the man's face was pale, his eyes were closed, his lips were purple, his breathing was weak, and it seemed that he was mostly unconscious.

This person's body was scarred, and one of the arms was even more bloody and blurred, and the wound had been soaked in water for a long time, festering, turning outward, and exuding a fishy smell of dead fish. Many wounds are deep in the bones, and there is a section of the arm bone, which is clearly bent and broken!

"You called me, you didn't want me to get this for you......" Wang Yidao looked at the old man, stunned.

The old man said "ah" in affirmation.

"What are you kidding...... I can't get this ......."

"Why can't you get it? Those pigs, cows, horses, and sheep in the village are sick and injured, aren't they all treated by you? Who in the whole village doesn't know that you have the ability to do this? Especially your gelding pig's unique skill, which has earned you the name of 'one knife'! Now that you say you can't get it, who else can get it?"

"That's different...... I can handle livestock, people, I can't handle it......"

"Isn't it all a life?

"You...... How unreasonable?"

"Hun boy, dare to talk to your grandson like this! If you want to prevaricate again, I will find your daughter-in-law to theorize!

"You ......"

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