"Jojo, I'm not a monster. ”

"I'm just a little different from everyone else. ”

"But everyone is different, isn't it?"

The night was getting deeper and the sound of rain was cold. Along with the hay being put into the fire were the whispers of Minke and Jojo, but Jojo slowly spoke very little, most of the time Minke was talking alone, she just sat by the fire and listened quietly.

Listening to what she had, but not quite the same, his loneliness and sadness. It's just loneliness, it's just sadness, there's no resentment, no hatred, no anger. It's just loneliness, it's just sadness, some yearning, some regrets.

"And I'm different from a lot of others. ”

"Just because of my illness. ”

"But illness can always be cured, isn't it?"

In the firelight, Ming Ke looked at the flame and smiled shallowly, as if he thought of something happy, although that happiness was lonely.

"Even if it's not a disease, it's a life that is hard to change. ”

"But just like Uncle Jian said, our life is not used to set limits for ourselves, but to break those restrictions that are difficult to change. Maybe no one could cure this disease before, but I can. ”

Minke's voice grew lower and lower, he let go of the last branch he was holding, and slowly fell down the wall behind him with exhaustion, and then slowly slid down the wall, curling up a little.

"What's wrong with you?" Qiaoqiao, who noticed Mingke's abnormality, reached out in surprise to pull him, but when he touched the boy's skin, he was startled by a completely unexpected burning sensation and subconsciously let go of his hand.

That's not all human body temperature.

"Jojo, I'm not a monster. ”

"I'm just sick, I'll be fine with a good night's sleep. ”

Ming Ke, who was curled up tightly, frowned, his expression hideous, confused and painful. His consciousness was already blurred, and he just muttered unconsciously.

"Jojo, I'm not a monster. ”

He curled up again and again, his body was so hot, but he seemed to feel very cold.

His voice grew lower.

"Jojo, don't be afraid. ”

"Even if I'm a monster. ”

"I will also protect you and take you home. ”

He muttered the last words.

Jojo by the fire didn't speak, she looked at the boy who had fallen into a coma and fell asleep, her dark pupils filled with brilliant firelight.

She slowly reached out and took the boy's hand with the burning pain of her palm.

In this way, maybe he will not be so lonely, and he will not be so sad.

The boy's body became hotter and hotter, his skin was a hideous blood red little by little, and even oozed hot blood, which gradually covered his whole body, gradually coagulated, and turned him into a blood-colored cocoon.

Qiaoqiao's hand trembled slightly, but he never let go.

The bonfire gradually burned out.

In the strange darkness, she accompanied him and guarded him until dawn.

Tianming, which represents the bright light of the sky, is sprinkled again on this small temple. Qiao Qiao, who couldn't bear the sleepiness of the night, held Mingke's hand and fell asleep, but she was haunted by nightmares as soon as she fell asleep since she was a child, but she slept for a long time and peacefully.

When I woke up, the rain outside the temple had stopped, but the sky was still gloomy, and I couldn't tell the morning or evening.

Feeling hungry, Jojo turned out some of the vole meat that he had hidden last night and ate it.

Ye Mingke was still sleeping quietly.

Qiaoqiao, who had been sitting for a long time, felt that his whole body was stiff and sore, so he stood up and wandered around the temple. As she walked to the idol, her steps slowly stopped.

She looked at the dusty incense case and the cobweb-torn statue of the god, thought for a moment, turned back to the incense burner and came back with some rainwater, folded her hands and bowed to the gods, and then began to clean.

She carefully dusted off the dust and cobwebs that had accumulated on the statue and the incense case, then tore off a corner of her skirt and soaked it in clean water before scrubbing the statue and the incense case.

A hazy light shone through the hole in the temple ceiling, shining on the huge statue of the god standing silently and the little girl in white standing on tiptoe on the incense table, trying to reach out and wipe the face of the god.

The empty temple was silent, and countless tiny flying dusts danced around the girl in the skylight, like countless slender elves.

It took a long time for Qiao Qiao to finally clean the incense case and the statue. She set up the last offering utensils in her hand, took a few steps back, tilted her head slightly and carefully looked at the newly recognised statue and incense case, and her childish face with a few stains bloomed with happiness from her heart.

She bowed her head reverently, her fingers clasped over her chest.

"Master Mountain God, thank you for giving us a place to hide. Jojo really thank you very much!"

"I have to ask you to have mercy on us, help Ming Ke, and let him wake up sooner. So that we can go home sooner. ”

She looked up, and in a trance, she saw the silent idol smiling and nodding softly at her, but when she looked intently, the idol returned to its motionless appearance.

This time, she was not afraid, but felt a long-lost sense of security in this precarious lonely forest.

Jojo felt hungry. She took out another part of the stored vole meat to satisfy her hunger and lit a fire to boil water.

When she set up the incense burner and put it on the fire, the sky was only slightly dimmer compared to when she first woke up, but not long after the incense burner burned red, the sky suddenly began to dim rapidly, the water in the incense burner was not yet boiling, and the temple was already blurred so that Qiao Qiao could only see indistinct shadows. The water in the incense burner had just boiled, and all Jojo could see was darkness and darkness except for a small open space beside the fire.

The light of the day dimmed very quickly, as fast as a candle flame that was slowly blown away, dimmed, and finally extinguished in one breath.

"Is it going to rain when it's getting dark?" asked Jojo in the dark.

......

"What do you want to do?" asked in the dark in the distance from someone in the town.

The voice was low and elegant, mellow and elegant. The man who made the voice was dressed in a wide sleeve and wore a high crown. That's the Master.

He stood in front of the door of the school, standing side by side with the tall village chief, and there were more than a dozen blurred black shadows not far from the left and right.

There were only two people on the opposite side of the many dark shadows standing faintly, a middle-aged man with gray temples and sparse eyebrows in a wheelchair, and a gentle and beautiful woman in white pushing a wheelchair.

The moment the darkness of the sky completely fell, everyone heard a sharp sword roar in the distance behind the two of them, echoing throughout the town, and an extremely thin and bright dazzling light rushed up from a mountain peak, cutting through the darkness and cutting through the vision of everyone who raised their heads to star, as if they were going to cut the heavens and the earth.

"What do you want to do?" said the village chief this time, taking a step forward and looking directly at the middle-aged man in a wheelchair, "We have given you the answer you want." No one wanted to kill him, it was a fairy game that no one expected. Moreover, the tailor shop in the town has closed, and the old man weaving mats at the entrance of the village has also died. Someone has already paid their price. What more could you want?"

"We're not here to ask for any hellish answers, we're just here to ask for people. Before the middle-aged man could react, the woman in white, who seemed to have a gentle face, had already raised her eyebrows and said sharply.

"Long Yinling, which force are you speaking for?" said the village chief, frowning.

"Old lady, I'm speaking on behalf of your mother!" Yin Ling, a woman in white, slapped her wheelchair angrily, "How can there be a child who doesn't look for the child first, but looks for the culprit all day long!"

"You ......," the village chief choked and almost couldn't speak, "we've already looked for it." Aren't we gathering tonight on the occasion of recovering for cultivation, also to find those two children?"

"I came here just to think. At this time, the middle-aged man, who had been silent but had always been the focus of everyone's attention, slowly spoke, "Compared with searching the vast mountains and forbidden places, it is a faster choice to ask certain people directly. ..... later."

Before he finished speaking, the sword light in the distance instantly crossed the sky, and then swayed rapidly like lightning and thunder that turned hundreds of thousands of miles. In an instant, the dark heaven and earth seemed to be cut into countless small pieces by countless dazzling sword lights. Every blurred black shadow around them retreated in unison, and they all felt that there was a cold sword in their eyebrows.

"It's too late, it might be too late. Only then did the man's last words fall in the darkness.

Long Yinling raised his eyes to look at the sky, his eyebrows full of worry and fear.

In the darkness around them, countless small but gradually increasing footsteps sounded at some point, staggering in the darkness.

"Is it too late?"

.......

"Shouldn't it get dark so quickly, is it going to rain so quickly?" Qiao Qiao subconsciously hugged her arms in the boundless darkness, muttering to herself, she intuitively felt the horror of this sudden darkness, but tried not to think in the direction of terror.

The darkness seemed to be getting thicker and thicker as time passed, and even the flames that were originally burning vigorously seemed to be soaked in the darkness, gradually becoming dim and yellow.

Jojo suddenly heard footsteps in the darkness.

First, the footsteps of a man lingered not far from her.

Qiao Qiao suddenly held the hand of Ming Ke beside him, he was there, who was walking there? Qiao Qiao suddenly felt that something was clenching his heart, and it was difficult to even breathe.

Then there were the footsteps of two or three people, staggering back and forth again and again in the darkness that the fire could not illuminate.

"Who? who's there?" asked Jojo in a soft voice as she took Minke's hand tightly and mustered up the courage to face the darkness.

But no one answered her, and there were more and more footsteps around her that could not see any figures, far and near.

They weaved through the darkness around the fire, as if they were following an unknown path in an unknown space.

They were chaotic at first, but all the footsteps gradually converged into one and one sound, and finally seemed to turn into a drum beat that struck Qiaoqiao's tense nerves again and again.

The darkness around him was spreading, and Jojo watched as the flames that had been burning extremely vigorously gradually dimmed strangely in the darkness.

"Twelve"

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

Qiaoqiao, who was gradually overwhelmed by the darkness, suddenly counted nervously and softly.

"Fifteen"

"The moon is full tonight. ”

"Bell"

Jojo's mind seemed to ring the sound of gongs and the shouting of her husband in the night, which she had been accustomed to since she was a child.

"On the night of the full moon, you can sleep peacefully"

ps. unitary time, 17 to 19 o'clock Beijing time

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