"I heard that Aunt Li's family died, and the officials and masters came to see it in person, poor baby, if Aunt Li can't come back, what will happen later?"

Early in the morning, Shan Shuang was awakened by a nightmare, and before he went out, he heard the chatter outside. The clearest is the crying of a child, the hissing is heartbreaking.

There are too many people and too many people. Shan Shuang didn't dare to step forward, not to mention whether he could squeeze in with this strength, even if he squeezed in, I was afraid that it would be disgusted in vain.

"This is also evil and evil retribution, that girl's mouth used to stink very badly, and it is not unusual to have this retribution. ”

There are always people who like to fall into the well, as if someone else's bad can make him better. If it is ordinary, there are still people who will say two fair words, but at this moment, even Aunt Li's best neighbors can only be fragmented, and they can't make a sound for a long time.

Maybe they still remember Aunt Li's goodness, but the officials at the door are not good at stubble. If you really want to talk a lot, you will be worried that there is a vacant room in that prison.

Therefore, the child who was estimated to be three or four years old was in front of the door that was knocked open by the officers and soldiers, except for squeezing his little hands and crying bitterly, and being pointed at, he seemed to be unable to find half a point to rely on.

There were just one or two familiar faces, and before she could see them clearly, they quickly disappeared in front of her eyes.

Singshuang listened outside, and he could be regarded as hearing the doorway.

After all, it is a mess caused by outsiders. The inn was overcrowded, and Aunt Li had some thoughts, she wanted to earn some money for a few days, but she never wanted to encounter a personal lawsuit.

I serve diligently every day, but I still don't have the life to enjoy that blessing.

The guest died tragically in the house, not to mention, the murderer is nowhere to be found. It's also strange to say, just under one roof, Aunt Li didn't hear any movement.

It was only today that he was enlightened and prepared water for the guests to wash himself as usual, and that the horrific corpse was discovered. I heard that there is no plastic surgery in the whole body, and it is torn apart, and I don't know what kind of grudge there is.

When you think about it, it's not unusual. When the gods fight, where can they be contaminated by farmers? Everyone understands the truth, but after all, it is a human life, and the officials and masters have to give an explanation.

The villagers are so foolish, this stranger is not stupid, and the few white-clothed sword-backed monks in the field are not easy to fool.

If the murderer is found, everyone will be happy. But if the murderer can't be found, and the official family has no face, where can this anger be vented? Isn't Aunt Li the ghost who substitutes for the dead?

People who can think of this place are afraid that they have cut off the careful idea of making a fortune at this moment. And those who have already entered the pit are naturally even more frightened.

For a while, the blessed stars in the sky that the family offered suddenly became one disaster star after another.

It's just that I can't send it away, and I don't dare to send it. It can only be to worship the ancestors and pray for a year of peace. As for whether to keep an eye on it at night, it is actually unnecessary.

If you see it, you can only assume that you don't see it. If you know, you can only hope that you don't know.

At the end of the farce, the house is empty, and the little child who can't cry in his throat is still sitting on the cold threshold, not knowing what to do or what to do.

Those onlookers still failed to defeat the official authority of the official master, and no one dared to send a little concern that the official master actually didn't care about at all.

It was past noon, and the hoarse throat child began to sob again, only this time he could no longer roar, only whispering a hiss that no one understood.

There was no one on the street, or rather, no one was there.

Seeing the delicate disc fall half of the sky, a wooden door finally opened a small opening. showed such a snotty little grimace and waved his hand at his former friend.

After a day of struggle, the child seemed to be a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw, and the tearful eyes finally had some joy.

Just walked to the door, and what she saw was a pair of eyes that made her unable to look directly. With his head down, he didn't dare to enter the room, nor was he reluctant to give up the white-flour bun on the table.

Although she doesn't remember her age, she still remembers all kinds of trivial words about Shan Shuang at home. The relationship between his mother and Shan Shuang is not a bad hatred, but it is by no means a good neighbor.

Fortunately, the slug was interested in this little friend, and after several encouragements, he stepped in. It wasn't until Shan Shuang seemed to have his stomach full and entered the house that he didn't cower in that corner anymore, gobbling up with the heartless little slug.

Today's rice is a different kind of sweetness, except for a sweet white flour bun, even the mashed potatoes are a meaty smell, but it makes people gluttonous.

It wasn't until the day was approaching that Shan Shuang came out of the house under the gaze of two little slugs, leaving the yard to the two of them.

By the time Shan and Shuang came back, the little slug had already slipped back. The rest of the little ones were crawling on the small wooden table, as if the day's crying had also made her tired, and she had fallen asleep.

It's just that judging from the small brows that are occasionally huddled together, I'm afraid that this dream is not very good, and there is no sweet meal and warm bed in memory.

picked up the little one and put it in the side room, which can be regarded as giving her a landing. Maybe it's the only place she can stay in this chaotic town.

From the second day, when you get up, it is already a fragrance that comes into your nose.

Pushing open the door, it was a little guy holding a celadon bowl with the broth left over from yesterday.

The little guy's face was covered with black and dirty pot ash, and the sleeves of his shirt were also indistinguishable from the original fabric. It's those big eyes, red and swollen, still watery, mostly distressing.

Shan Shuang took the bowl, and the little one quickly ran back to the kitchen, and when he came out, he was carrying a bowl of yellow mashed potatoes.

He didn't stay in that corner, but sat down across from the stone table where he sat in pairs.

"What's your name?"

Shan Shuang stretched out his hand to wipe his swarthy little face, and there was a trace of emotion in his eyes, I am afraid that only he knows.

"Cloth Light Dance!"

The name of the little girl is a few days better than that of a slug, no matter how you hear it, it is cute, and it also makes Shan Shuang's heart a little warmer.

Cloth light dance, what a good name.

"You can't go out of this door lately, the slugs will come to accompany you, can you do it?"

Evened half of the broth in the bowl, and asked solemnly.

"I know! If the official finds out, he will trouble my brother, and I won't have a place to live. ”

The girl nodded, and ate a mouthful, afraid that she would not be able to eat the next meal, and she would be hungry for another day.

Shan Shuang, but for some reason, the tip of his nose was sore, and he almost cried. Why is God like this, fate reincarnates over and over again.

It's not enough for me to be single and double, but also to dance with a cloth?

"Brother doesn't cry, he dances for you, it's beautiful. ”

"You can't dance when you eat, finish it quickly, you have to make a stomach when it's cold. ”

Looking at the girl whose hands and feet had not yet grown, she danced wildly, and both of them burst into tears and laughed, and hurriedly beckoned the girl to sit down.

It's just that evil consumption can't be avoided by prayer after all, and it's not calm that can be done without incident. Aunt Li's body was returned on the third day.

The corpse was scarred, and the skin was not intact, if it wasn't for the official reminder, everyone would have thought it was a piece of black charcoal. I'm afraid that the eighteen kinds of torture in that prison have been used all over again.

Everyone said that Aunt Li was a fierce person, and she didn't have a trick until she died, but she didn't admit that she had murdered the "big man", which made the government interrogate her to death.

Although everyone knows that it is really not the person killed by Aunt Li.

Shan Shuang understood that Aunt Li was not afraid of the torture, but she was even more afraid that she would not be able to bear the trick herself, so she was convicted of murder, and at that time, the girl would not be able to escape.

Those outsiders didn't care if she was a murderer, they just wanted to vent their anger. Only if she doesn't recruit her, the girl has a trace of vitality, and the foreigner has no name for justice, and it is inconvenient to find trouble for a three- or four-year-old child.

As for who the murderer is, the government can't find any traces, so where can she go for clues as a peasant woman?

Shan Shuang didn't dare to let the girl see Aunt Li's last face, the corpse was really not something the girl could see. sold a bag of white noodles, plus some copper coins, barely enough for Heiwa to ask for a coffin in the carpentry workshop.

"Don't look at some bumps, it's a complete one. If it's better, your little money will be a fraction. ”

The coffin on the back of Heiwa can only be said to be barely a coffin-like, it looks pitted, and it should be put together with leftovers that are reluctant to throw away.

But it's a coffin, and Aunt Li is small, so she won't be able to hold it.

Seeing that Shan Shuang was silent, Heiwa was always a little angry.

"It's not that I'm talking about you, even if it's a burial person, it won't be your turn. It's really worth scrapping some belongings?"

"Heiwa, if I say that I have seen the murderer, do you still think that this coffin should not be released by me?"

Shan Shuang lowered his head and looked at Aunt Li on the ground and said silently.

"Do you know what the murderer looks like?" asked Heiwa, frowning.

"The appearance was obscured by blood, and it was late that day, and I didn't see it clearly. But he was dressed in iron armor, and on the night the man was killed, I met him in the alley. ”

Staring at Aunt Li's eyes that have never been closed, just like her mother-in-law, she doesn't blink her eyes.

"Then you talk about a fart!" Heiwa knocked on Shan Shuang's head fiercely, making Shan Shuang cry in pain, "Not to mention that you didn't see that person kill with your own eyes, that person is really a murderer, just based on the iron armor you said, where do you ask the government to find someone? In this town, now there are outsiders wearing iron armor everywhere, I say if your brain is rusty." ”

"But if I had gone to the government in advance to say it, Aunt Li wouldn't have died. ”

"Odd and Double!"

The more she looked at Shan Shuang's sluggish looks, the more angry Heiwa became, "Do you really think that the government killed Aunt Li just to find the murderer? Aunt Li is just the reason for them to quell the farce, from the very beginning, they didn't plan to let Aunt Li come out alive." What kind of murderer? This town is mixed, not to mention the government, even if the emperor comes, he can only stare dryly. ”

"What are you single-handedly? Do you really think that you have a lot of ability, and you will take care of yourself if you are in trouble?"

Heiwa drank angrily, Shan Shuang naturally did not hold grudges, and also understood Heiwa's fear of guilt.

Shan Shuang also understands that whether he says it or not, Aunt Li's ending is the same.

But it's useless to say it, and if you don't shut up, after all, you can't get over a hurdle in your heart.

buried Aunt Li, and only then did Shan Shuang bring the girl out.

The girl didn't cry, she didn't make a fuss, she just sat in front of the grave and watched there for a long, long time.

She said that she ate white buns and drank broth yesterday.

She said she slept on a wooden bed covered with a quilt.

Perhaps, Aunt Li's eyes that couldn't be closed at this moment were finally closed.

Shan Shuang asked Heiwa to ask Mr. to resign, and he was reluctant to leave the girl.

Only after experiencing it can you know the warmth of companionship at this moment, and you know what kind of mood it is to be reluctant.

When the sun set, Shan Shuang pulled the somewhat wooden girl back to the yard.

But when the door was closed, he was stunned for a moment.

On the corner of the street, a man in gray was staring at him, wearing an iron armor, his eyes cold and cruel, without any pity.

Just a look at each other made the scalps tingle and the spine cold, and the feeling was very familiar, just like that night.

He is the real murderer.

It's just that no matter how stupid Shan Shuang is, he doesn't dare to show it off at the moment, so he hurriedly pushes it with both hands, and the door is closed heavily.

There was no flaw in that killing machine. The only possible source is oneself.

Thinking of these immortals fighting, they are at a loss. After all, it didn't escape, or the disaster came to the door.

Shan and Shuang didn't try to go out and talk to the man again. Because he knew very well in his heart that his sick man had no deterrent power at all for that person.

Even if that person blatantly killed himself, the government would not say half a word for himself.

Because, I am a villager!

And in that person's eyes, the only thing that can keep secrets is the dead.

"Girl, go to the back room. No matter what happens, if I don't call you, you can't come out. ”

The girl went to the back room, and the girl who didn't cry at the grave still shed tears, turned around three times in one step, and ran into the house sensibly.

This girl still understands the helplessness that she really shouldn't understand at this age.

"Bump, bump!"

The door also rang.

Singles and doubles straightened their clothes, thinking that the gentleman taught by Mr. was dressed properly and calmly, but when he opened the door, his hands were stiff and his strands trembled. For a moment, I involuntarily took a few steps back, and then stabilized.

"You're bold!"

The person is the person, and the gaze is still the gaze.

"The little girl in the house is innocent, and she can't get you in any trouble. ”

Hold your neck up and try to keep your tone as steady as possible. It's just that my throat is not angry, I am always a little trembling, and my eyes are not angry, and I am always a little dry.

"I can not kill her. ”

The man in gray stared at the man for a long time before he nodded. For a moment, it seemed that a thousand pounds of stones had fallen in Shan Shuang's heart.

At this moment, the man in gray raised his right hand and waved it down like a god's ruling.

Shan Shuang could only close his eyes and let himself die as peacefully as possible, which also saved Heiwa from worrying.

"What a waster!"

A curse made Shan Shuang a little dazed, and the sound of a sword sounded in his ears again.

When he opened his eyes, the hand of the man in gray in front of him had already fallen, and a drop of blood was falling from his nose.

"Spirit Sword!"

The man in gray was not annoyed by his injury, but his eyes were glazed out, and his murderous aura was even heavier.

But as soon as the man in gray took a step, he stopped again. turned around, but what I saw was Li San who was standing at the door at some point.

"Brother Dao, you and I have no grievances. This blue sky and white sun are shooting, and the yamen still needs some face. ”

The man in gray was no longer looking at Shan Shuang, and he couldn't take his eyes off Li San anymore.

"The face of the yamen is naturally big, but not everyone can step on my bronze face casually. ”

Li San snorted lightly, and didn't give the gray-clothed man a chance to speak again, "Get out now, I don't have to pursue it." If you dare to come again, I will kill you and sacrifice your sword. ”

The man in gray took a deep look at Li San's right hand, didn't dare to speak, bowed down, and then left quickly.

"You and I have all the grievances!"

Li San said a word, reluctantly glanced at the bronze long sword next to Shan Shuang, and also turned away.

After taking two breaths, Shan Shuang realized that he was alive again. He sat on the ground, and the bronze sword that had been retracted from its scabbard fell.

This sword is really a life-saving baby.