The golden talisman was carved in Ling Jiang's mind over and over again, as if it was the night when it was swallowed by the waves, and all that could be remembered was this talisman.

I don't know when, the pen walked away, the golden light dissipated, and Ling Jiang opened his eyes in the gloom.

"I'm ......" He looked at the eerie and terrifying Ninth Uncle's house in front of him, and the swishing cool air approached made him sober up all of a sudden. Ling Jiang subconsciously looked back, the sunset red on the horizon had dissipated, and the twilight was heavy.

"Oops!"

Ling Jiang shouted, got up from the ground, and glanced at the little drifter who was held in the sea by himself, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, hurriedly closed the door of Uncle Jiu's house, turned around and ran out of the yard

Dabai told him to rush back before dark, but now it was almost the same as dark.

"Strange, how could I fall asleep?" Ling Jiang felt a burst of regret in his heart, it was better that nothing should happen to Da Bai......

Walking on the desolate path, he clearly saw that there were large and small figures all over the road, and remembered that there were not so many footprints here when he came here at noon today.

As the sky gradually darkened, the wind blowing in also began to become a little cooler, and even felt that the little drifter in his hand moved slightly, Ling Jiang would rather believe that he was thinking too much.

At this time, there was no one walking around the town, and the empty streets and alleys seemed a little deserted.

Poof!

Ling Jiang seemed to have tripped over something at his feet, and the sprinting figure fell forward, and the little drifter flew out of his hand.

He secretly said that he was not good, and at the moment he landed, he seemed to see the little drifter being caught firmly by a pair of hands.

Ling Jiang was thrown all over his body, and it seemed that he had scratched a little skin, and there was a hot feeling on his arm. He didn't understand what was going on, but he heard a sneer.

"Stumbling! Big brother! Tripping!" Ermao retracted his outstretched leg and stood beside Ling Jiang and danced with his hands.

"It's really a dwarf winter melon, Ermao, we have winter melon to eat tonight!" Da Mao, who caught the little drifter in front of him, said happily.

Da Mao Ermao is a well-known fool brother in the town, and he does a lot of tricks on weekdays.

Ling Jiang got up from the ground, only the little drifter in Da Mao's hand in his eyes, and rushed up with a shout: "Give it back to me!"

Ling Jiang's eyes were already red, and just as he pounced on it with both hands and wanted to snatch the little drifter, Da Mao threw it upward, and the little drifter passed over from the top of Ling Jiang's head.

"Hey, I got the big brother!" Ermaodi's voice sounded from behind Ling Jiang.

I saw Da Mao flash to the side, dodging Ling Jiang's head-on pounce, "Good Ermao!"

"Give it back to me!" Ling Jiang no longer paid attention to Da Mao, turned around and ran towards Ermao.

"Come on, come after me!" Ermao smiled and turned around to escape.

Ling Jiang was just about to accelerate, when suddenly he was pulled hard by something behind him, and the whole person spun around directly in place, his legs didn't stand firmly, and he almost fell again.

Ling Jiang was furious, he was actually teased like this by two fools, and he couldn't wait to blow up the big hairy dog's head with one punch.

He really clenched his fists, and couldn't help but go down towards the big hairy hammer.

"Ermao is going to escape!" said Da Mao with a hippie smile.

Ling Jiang subconsciously glanced back, only to see that Ermao didn't go far at all, but watched the play with the little drifter in both hands.

Syllable!

He realized he had been deceived, but then a fist hit him head-on, and a crisp sound rang in his ears.

Ling Jiang squirted saliva from his mouth in pain, and even he was swollen from the beating, he felt a little dizzy, and then he was kicked on the ground by Da Mao, and he was almost unable to get up.

"Hahaha, big brother, you're awesome!" Ermao jumped up excitedly and shouted.

"Let's go Ermao, let's go back and eat winter melon. Da Mao also shouted excitedly.

"Dwarf winter melon, eat winter melon...... Ermao nodded, staring down at the little drifter he was holding in his hand, as if he felt something was wrong.

Curious, he removed the white cloth that covered the little drifter's face......

"Hell!"

Ermao screamed, like throwing a stone, and threw the little drifter directly into the sky, and the whole person squatted down and covered his head.

Da Mao was in a hurry, hurriedly rushed up to pick up the little drifter, breathed a long sigh of relief, looked down and wanted to look at the "dwarf winter melon" in his hand, only to see a ghostly eyeball, glaring at him fiercely like a little ghost.

Da Mao first trembled, and then, like Ermao, abandoned the little drifter, let it fall from the air, turned around and fled.

Ermao cautiously opened his eyes and found that Da Mao was no longer around, so he hurriedly shouted, "Big brother, you wait for me!"

Ling Jiang leaned against the corner of the wall and gasped slightly, looking at Da Mao Ermao, who had disappeared, still with no place to vent his anger. But when he thought that Da Bai was still guarding in the mourning hall, he could only endure the pain all over his body, holding the little drifter in his hand, and got up from the ground.

If he hadn't fought for this little life and rushed up to take this little drifter, he wouldn't know what he would have fallen.

Although he had been mentally prepared for the dead face of the little drifter, when he looked at it again, he was still frightened and shivered, and wrapped the white cloth tightly with his eyes closed, which made him feel much more relieved.

Looking at the night that had completely darkened, Ling Jiang knew that he would definitely be scolded by Da Bai when he went back for a while.

The East Fence Alley is darkly lit, and it seems that the people who live here don't dare to go home at all, only the lights are on in the middle of the alley.

When Ling Jiang arrived to take a look, he found that the tent had been unloaded, and the money tribute was scattered on the ground.

He rushed into the mourning hall to see what kind of coffin there was...... There were only a few broken planks left! The mourning hall was a mess, and there were obvious signs of fighting.

"Da Bai!" Ling Jiang shouted, put the little drifter on the ground, and ran towards Da Bai who was lying on the ground with his hands on his chest.

Da Bai was still conscious, but his face was very ugly, and there was cold sweat on his head, and he looked at Da Bai's hands and clothes carefully, leaving obvious blood stains.

"Big white ......" Ling Jiang couldn't help but want to cry.

"Lao Guo ran away. Da Bai didn't seem to blame him, just said four words quietly, staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Dabai, are you okay, I'll take you to Langzhong. Ling Jiang said in a panic.

"Useless ......" Da Bai's voice was a little hoarse, he turned his head to look at the little drifter on the ground, and then looked back at Ling Jiang, "You go home, try to go out as little as possible these days...... The Dragon King Temple still has to go. ”

"What about you?" Ling Jiang asked.

"I can't die...... Da Bai said weakly, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

Ling Jiang could barely remember how he walked out of Lao Guo's house, he only knew that he felt very tired, tired all over.

"It's me who hurt Dabai!" Ling Jiang blamed himself in a low voice, "If I hadn't fallen asleep, if Da Mao Ermao hadn't come out to make trouble, if I ......"

These are all afterwords, in this life, what ifs?

What has happened cannot be changed anymore.

He suddenly felt that he was really wolf-hearted, why did he let Da Bai stay in the mourning hall?

He really wanted to go back and take Da Bai back to Uncle Jiu's house, but he didn't know why, his feet didn't seem to obey the call, and before he knew it, he had come to the outside of the thatched house.

The door was hidden, and the light was on in the hut, and he stood still outside the door, confused for a while. He didn't have the face to go back to see Dabai, just like he didn't know how to explain his injuries to Ya'er.

Crunch......

The door panel was slowly pushed open, and a small head poked out of it, "Childe, why don't you come in?"

Ya'er confirmed that it was Ling Jiang standing outside the door, and hurriedly pushed open the door and walked out, "Childe, you are injured...... Does it hurt?"

Ya'er said, taking Ling Jiang's hand and walking into the thatched house.

The room was warm and filled with the smell of food.

What catches your eye is the table of hearty meals, a large bowl of chicken soup.

"Come on, son, sit down and rest. Ya'er helped Ling Jiang to sit on the bed, "Ya'er will go pick some herbs for you." ”

"Ya'er. Ling Jiang stopped Ya'er, who turned around and was about to leave.

"What's wrong, Childe?" asked Ya'er, looking back, with concern.

"I'm hungry. Ling Jiang muttered in a low voice.

"Ahh ”

"Didn't you let yourself eat it first?" Ling Jiang asked.

Ya'er shook her head, "Ya'er has already said that we will wait for Gongzi to come back and eat together, Gongzi has not come back yet, Ya'er does not dare to eat secretly." ”