Chapter 14 A Lamentation Flows into a River

For a while, the group did not speak again, and all that could be heard was the sound of the fire burning, and the sound of the house collapsing in the midst of the fire.

The scene, lifeless.

Until a childish child's voice sounded: "Sister Yiyi, Yahou doesn't like that terrible woman, one day, Yahou will kill that woman!"

This sudden sound made the people present stunned, and they all turned their heads towards him.

How did they forget about this child?

Yes, this group of adults, why didn't they think that children's feelings are the most innocent and the easiest to shape. They don't have too strong a strong view of good and evil, they like it, they like it, they hate it, they hate it, they don't have a second choice.

This night, such a terrible scene, such a hellish picture, such a tragic memory, what if one day, this child becomes like Lan Xinyi?

At this moment, this child, who is present, is a common concern.

Yahou then said: "Even if one day, she becomes better, she can't change the fact that she killed my brother, she is Yahou's enemy, such a woman must go to hell!"

Such words, coupled with an innocent child's voice, came out of the mouth of a child, and it was unimaginable that everyone was silent, unable to speak, and did not know what to say.

Yahou walked over, walked in the direction of Liu Yiyi, walked to her front and back, squatted down, looked at Yaliang, who was still lying in Liu Yiyi's arms, tilted his head, and showed a smile.

He said with a false smile on his face: "Brother said...... Mahou wants to be a laughing child......"

Such a smile made Liu Yiyi feel a chill, such a smile, she had only seen it on one person's face, that is, Lan Xinyi's face.

Such hypocrisy, such a terrible, such a smile, makes people feel chills through the cracks of their bones.

Liu Yiyi didn't dare to think that one day, this child would ......

Liu Yiyi's face became stiff, she couldn't speak for a long time, staring at the child squatting not far away, she lost her mind for a while, her eyes became sluggish, and her eyes were gloomy.

Yahou then spoke, and said to Yaliang's corpse: "Hell is too bitter, but Yahou is too selfish to accompany you! Yahou has no choice but to send that woman to Hell to make amends to you." ”

"Brother, you wait, it won't be long before that woman will go to hell soon!"

Listening to such innocent words, the people at the scene only felt a chill in their bodies, and an boundless chill began to spread from the depths of their hearts and spread to their whole bodies.

This terrible scene, perhaps, they are witnessing the birth of a generation of demon kings!

Finally, Liu Yiyi spoke, she was no matter what, and she didn't want Yahou to deteriorate and become bad. She looked at Yahou's eyes and said deeply: "Yahou, promise Sister Yiyi, don't let hatred blind your eyes." ”

The corners of Yahou's mouth curled slightly, and there was a strange smile on his face, and he said, "How could it be? All Yahou has to do is send that terrible woman to hell for repentance." ”

Liu Yiyi persuaded softly: "But, child, don't you know? Killing someone is not the right thing, even if she is a heinous villain." ”

Yahou shook his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and shook his head: "Sister Yiyi, what you said is not right, it is good to kill people to do evil, but to exchange less evil for greater good, such an act is a great virtue and great good." ”

"That terrible woman, if she is left alone, I don't know how many hurtful things she will do, rather than this, it is better to get rid of her as soon as possible, which can be regarded as an explanation to the world. ”

"When the Buddha is also angry, Sister Yiyi, are you right?" asked Yahou with a smile tilting his head.

Such words and such a smile made Liu Yiyi feel a chill from the depths of her heart, and she couldn't help but tremble. She wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't contradict the child in front of her.

His words are not nonsense, let alone wrong!

If you just sit and wait, nothing good will happen. If you want to do something, you should pay the same price. Sometimes, doing evil is also doing good.

Listening to such a conversation, Han Xuanming couldn't help but be stunned, and his whole person was petrified. Is that really coming out of a child's mouth? It's unbelievable.

There, Mahou was still crouching, with a sinister smile on his face.

He raised his little hand, reached towards Liu Yiyi's cheek, and gently stroked the wound left by Lan Xinyi on Liu Yiyi's face.

With a cold smile, with a hint of sadness, he asked, "Sister Yiyi, this wound should be very painful, right?" Don't worry, one day, such a wound will appear on the same part of that woman's face. ”

"Elegant ......"

"Shh

Liu Yiyi wanted to say something, but Yahou put a finger to her lips and shook her head slightly, blocking Liu Yiyi's words from speaking.

Yahou continued: "Sister Yiyi, don't worry, Yahou won't let you down!"

In the scene in front of him, Han Xuanming was stunned for a while, unable to speak. At this moment, he seems to be just a witness to all this, about to witness the most important scene in history.

At this time, the man on the side, seeing everything, finally couldn't hold back anymore. The jade flute waved, crossed the corners of the mouth, and played it, playing a moving heavenly sound.

In an instant, the melodious music came out, like a sweet spring in the desert, bubbling and flowing, moistening all things in the world and bringing a spring to the earth.

The melody is quiet, soft and beautiful, flowing into everyone's heart. In an instant, the parched heart was moistened and rejuvenated.

Such a song makes people feel refreshed and refreshed, and they unconsciously indulge in it.

In the melodious tune, the smile on Yahou's face gradually dissipated, his eyelids became extremely heavy, and finally, he fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

After some time, the man stopped playing, put down the jade flute, and said to the others: "This is a requiem, this child is too tired, let him have a good rest." ”

Liu Yiyi sighed, and said weakly: "It's okay ......."

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, but the brilliance is incomparably bright, and the soft light is drifting, like a piece of broken crystal, flowing out of an intoxicating light, a beautiful scene.

And such a view, who is in the mood to enjoy it this night?

Around, the fire has gradually dispersed, and the originally peaceful village has been reduced to ruins in this fire, erasing the past.

Only corpses strewn all over the ground, and ashes scattered everywhere, still telling, not so long ago, this was a village, a gathering place of a group of people.

The adults in the village, at some unknown moment, have already been assassinated and lost their traces. Perhaps, even their bodies have not been preserved.

Now, the remaining children in the village have been reduced to corpses all over the ground almost overnight.

In a village, in the end, there were only two children left, one a boy, one a girl, one was the younger brother of twins, and the other was the younger sister of twins.

What kind of future will the two children go towards in the future?

This night, Han Xuanming didn't sleep all night, he was pondering all night, and he didn't know what he was thinking. And the little fox also didn't sleep, staying by Han Xuanming's side, his big eyes flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Liu Yiyi also didn't sleep all night, she was busy collecting all the children's broken corpses and burying them one by one.

Han Xuanming wanted to help, but in the end Liu Yiyi refused, she told Han Xuanming: "No need, I'm sorry for these children, I want to bury them with my own hands and send them on their last journey, which is considered atonement." ”

Yahou fell asleep in the man's requiem, and this night, he was sleeping soundly, but in his sleep, he let out a dream from time to time, and was still calling softly: "Brother...... Brother ......"

And the man, for the time being, walked away, saying that he had some things to do, and tomorrow, he would come back as soon as possible.

On the second day, when the morning sun fell, the peaceful village was transformed into a bleak cemetery.

Looking at the piles of small graves in front of him, Han Xuanming was infinitely sentimental, and could only sigh melancholy. The little fox lay on top of Han Xuanming's head, curled up in a ball, and never spoke again.

Liu Yiyi looked at the grave that she had piled up with her own hands, and the tears in her eyes flowed down again, crying wordlessly.

Only Yahou knelt down in front of his brother's grave, as if he had forgotten his brother's words before he died, and did not laugh again, but just cried sadly, tears flowing down in streams.

He's still a kid after all!

Yahou cried helplessly, crying and fell to the ground, and he couldn't even get up, still muttering: "Brother, you said that you will protect Yahou forever, you liar!"

This is reality, abomination!

The small tomb has become a door that can never be opened, obviously close at hand, but it is the farthest distance, separating the two from each other.

How many years later, when the light flows, the years go up and down, how many years have passed, a pair of brothers, two people, one will become an old man, dying old, and the other, although it has long been turned into dry bones, still maintains the physique of childhood.

Blood-linked, brothers of the same mother, since then, heaven and man are forever separated, and it will never be goodbye.

In the sky, a light rain fell.

The early morning rain is so cool, so comfortable, falling on the earth, can moisten all things. Even this land, which has long been burned black, is still, so greedy, sucking the heavenly rain.

The rain is like the cry of the sky!

"The rain is fluttering and the wind is dashing, and the heart is cold and tears are far away......"

A mournful child's voice sounded, and the man came with Wanmiao to see her sister off for the last time. As if he was ready, this child did not cry, but with a wordless sadness on his face.

"Miao'er and tears, ask Yu'er, why are you lingering?"

"A song of sadness and tears, just for the cold of June in my heart. Today's heart is broken, and a little tear is in vain. ”

"The end of the world is far away, separated by heaven and earth, looking forward to it, people are difficult to reunite......"

Finally, on the cold cheeks, a teardrop rolled down, and he sang softly again: "From now on, the people of the two places are hanging, the yin and yang are separated, and the news is difficult to transmit......"

The sound of the jade flute sounded, the voice was mournful, urging the human intestines, and with the bleak children's singing, it circulated in this cemetery.

A sorrow flows like a river.