Zuo Tian was silent for a while, and he didn't know how to comfort this kind girl.

The fact that Ash was about to die at this moment was also a big blow to him.

Brother Nan's distressed appearance just now made him even more worried, if he beat himself or scolded himself, he could accept it, but Brother Nan had been standing there in a daze since he came back.

Zuo Tian stepped forward several times and wanted to say something, but it was ......

He also regretted it again and again, and blamed himself for agreeing to Nanxiu to take them into the mountains.

He didn't expect that this "last time" would really become the separation between him and Ash.

I'm the one who killed Ash.

For a while, all kinds of things in the past were skipped from Zuo Tian's mind.

No!

There's still a chance!

Zuo Tian's eyes lit up, and before he could explain, he broke free from Nan Xiu's embrace and followed Nan Shugen into the rainy night.

The rain was falling loudly, and the thunder was rolling, illuminating the backs of the two.

One was full of hope, the other full of anger.

It's just that they are too far away to see each other.

"Grandpa Li is an immortal, he will definitely be able to save Ash. ”

Yes, Zuo Tian is exactly the idea of fighting.

If a day ago, he would have been helpless, but after knowing that Grandpa Li was an immortal, he remembered that the immortal is omnipotent in the story told by Grandpa Li.

Grandpa Li is an immortal, he must have a way!

And Zuo Tian also vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a monster beast with the ability to heal injuries among the monsters in the animal skin paintings on the wall of Grandpa Li's house.

When he copied before, Grandpa Li also evaluated the healing ability of that demon beast at that time, except for Dao wounds, as long as there is a breath, it can be healed.

He didn't know what a Dao injury was, but he knew that Ash was saved!

This couldn't help but make him overjoyed, and the heaviness that permeated his heart because of Ash's serious injury and dying also dissipated little by little.

Soon the thatched hut was seen.

The whole house was drenched in rain, and it looked heavy like a giant beast crawling on the ground, and a flash of thunder flashed, dangerous and full of anticipation.

Zuo Tian didn't care about wiping the rain off his face, and knocked on the door of the house.

"Do immortals also have to sleep?"

When the thought popped into his head, there was still no movement in the room.

"Could it be that the rain is too loud and Old Man Li is sleeping too dead?"

Muttering quietly, Zuo Tian couldn't help but put his mouth close to the crack of the door, shouting while knocking the wooden door.

"Who's going to die! Don't let Lao Tzu sleep at night?"

At this moment, Old Man Li's voice was tantamount to Zuo Tian's natural sound, he automatically ignored Old Man Li's foul words and hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa Li is me! I am Zuo Tian, open the door quickly!"

"What is the matter, I'll talk about it tomorrow! Lao Tzu wants to sleep!" Old Man Li's angry voice came from inside the house.

Zuo Tian felt a little weird, "Could it be that the old man forgot about me after not coming here for a long time......?"

Without thinking too much, Zuo Tian knocked on the wooden door again.

"Dog's day, knock knock, knock again, I'll go to your house for dinner tomorrow. ”

Old man Li once again said words that Zuo Tian couldn't understand.

"It's easy for me to get some sleep, okay! Don't knock anymore, I'll see if that little cub is tired of it, and he dares to knock on my door at night." ”

The candlelight was soon lit, and the door was opened.

"You ......"

Old man Li was about to open his mouth to scold with anger on his face, but he didn't expect to be suddenly grabbed by Zuo Tian's wrist and dragged out.

"Grandpa Li, come with me, Ash is injured, you must save him. ”

Zuo Tian's hurried words came.

Old man Li was caught off guard and was almost pulled to the ground by him, and hurriedly hugged the door frame with one hand, and scolded: "My grandmother has a leg, you want to murder Lao Tzu." If you are sick, you go to the dead old man in Nanwang Mountain, and come to Lao Tzu in the middle of the night to hang yourself. ”

Zuo Tian was stunned for a moment, and said cautiously: "Grandpa Li, aren't you an immortal?"

These words seemed to stimulate Old Man Li, but when he saw his face change, he shook his hand and pushed it to Zuo Tian: "Fuck off, bullshit fairy, it's all imagined by you mountain village fools who have never seen the world." ”

Zuo Tian suddenly discovered the difference between Old Man Li at this time, the looming momentum he felt in Old Man Li in the past was gone, and at this time, in his senses, he really seemed to be just an ordinary bad old man.

Zuo Tian smiled bitterly and said: "Grandpa Li, don't tease me, Xiaozhi really has an accident, come with me to take a look, if it's too late, he will die." ”

"Huh? It's you, a monster who doesn't grow big, who else should I be? I said what kind of nerves do you little rabbit have in the middle of the night, and I can tell you, if you don't leave again, I'll call someone. ”

Old man Li seemed to recognize Zuo Tian's identity at this time, and looked at him with some vigilance.

Zuo Tian looked at Old Man Li strangely, he had never said that he was a monster in the past.

If he's a monster, isn't he an even bigger monster?

Thinking of this, he casually looked into the room, but this glance made his pupils shrink suddenly.

"You kid get out of here quickly, hey, what are you doing!" but Zuo Tian took advantage of his inattention and leaned over and entered the house.

The room was a little messy, a wooden bed with quilts scattered, a low stool, and some daily necessities piled up in the corner, and the whole room exuded an indescribable smell.

Zuo Tian's face changed drastically, and he pointed to the wall.

"What about the animal skin paintings here? And here, those ......."

"Bullshit animal skin painting, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm telling you, you hurry up and get out, or I'll call someone. ”

Old man Li's eyes were a little frightened, and he stood at the door with his head shrunk, as if he was about to shout in the next second.

Looking at the old man Li who was still pretending, Zuo Tianxin was ruthless and picked up the stool on the ground.

"What are you doing!! I'm going to shout! Stop!! Ahhhhhhh!!h

Old man Li fled into the rain, and Zuo Tian chased him out.

How could the old and frail old man Li escape Zuo Tian's poisonous hands, and after a while, his howl like killing a pig came from outside the house.

It was accompanied by Zuo Tian's roar.

"Aren't you a god?"

"Transform me!"

"Take out your hide!"

Zuo Tian rode on Old Man Li and hammered it one by one, and the stool that had fallen into disrepair had already dispersed in the first slam.

Zuo Tian completely ignored Old Man Li's crying begging for mercy, and smashed his fist on Old Man Li's face.

"Why are you lying to me!"

"You're a god!"

"Please, Ash is dying, save him......"

Zuo Tian left disappointed, leaving the old man Li lying in the rain like a dead pig.

He stumbled along, he didn't know what was going on, was it all just a dream?

Everything is as Old Man Li said, is it his own imagination?

Old man Li, who can tell stories, Nancun, Ash, Nanxiu, is all this fake?

This village where he has lived for ten years, his amnesia, the protection of Brother Nan, the suppression in the hunting team, and the ridicule of the villagers, are these all fake?

But what is real?

If it's a dream, then why haven't you woken up from this damn dream?

"Ah!!h

Zuo Tian knelt on the ground, his legs sunk deep in the muddy soil, and let the rain wash against his childish face.

In the dark night, the rain is still falling, washing away the memories of the village's past, and a new day will come, and people will follow the trajectory of the past, day after day.

There will always be a day when you wake up from a dream, and reality will eventually have to be faced.

Zuo Tian didn't know how to face the Nan Shugen family, when he returned to the old man's home in Nanwangshan, the sky had revealed a white light, yesterday's rain seemed to be a dream, but when he looked back, he found that everything was so real.

Nan's mother was still guarding Xiaozhi in the house, and she had not slept all night, and she had added a few strands of white hair to her forehead, and Nanxiu was also lying aside.

This little girl who wants to fight against everything regardless of her own safety, but she can't hold on anymore, and she falls into a deep sleep at the moment, but her frowning brows from time to time don't know what kind of pain she has experienced in her dreams.

Fangfang woke up early, standing in the courtyard at this time, looking at Zuo Tian timidly, and even forgot what she was going to do.

The monsters that everyone in this village shouts and fights have a dark and rough face that is different from that of the people in the village.

His jet-black hair was soaked in water and softly on his forehead, his thick eyebrows were slightly raised rebelliously, and under his long and slightly curled eyelashes, there were a pair of eyes as clear as the sky, but at the moment he was a little dazed and out of focus, his tightly pursed lips were bloodless, and his bare skin was slightly pale, but it was smoother than his own skin.

Even his embarrassed outfit shows the slenderness of his figure, and the whole person looks even more temperamental, like a light ink stroke in a painting, ethereal and strong.

"White ...... Brother in white. ”

Fangfang is as big as Ash, and she used to hear Ash mention it often, and Ash also took him to see herself, and she had to call Brother Baiyi by herself at that time, so she was no stranger to this young man, and she opened her mouth carefully at the moment and greeted him.

"Fangfang, come here. ”

Fang Fang hesitated, and then slowly walked to the edge of the left sky with small steps.

"Brother Bai asked you, do you know Grandpa Li?"

Looking at the little girl with a blank look in her eyes, Zuo Tian said again: "It's the Grandpa Li who can tell stories." ”

？？？？

Fangfang was still confused.

Zuo Tian gritted his teeth, and his eyes slowly became solemn.

"It's Grandpa Li who lives in a thatched hut not far from the big locust tree in the village. ”

"Oh~"

Fang Fang suddenly realized with a look on her face.

"Brother in white, do you mean that lonely bad old man? Of course Fangfang knows. ”

"Let me tell you, he was sick last time, and he came to grandpa to see a doctor, and he still hasn't given Fangfang the promised good bunny. It's bad, it's bad. ”

"But when will he tell the story?"

Looking at the blank look on Fang Fang's face, who had been sitting with him and listening to Old Man Li's story, Zuo Tian didn't ask any more.

A great fear gripped his heart like a pair of invisible hands.

"Is this a fairy?"

He muttered words that only he could hear.