Yan Xiaowu, who came back to her senses, was so frightened that she retreated again and again, her eyes stared at Sun Wukong who fell to the ground, looking at Sun Wukong's painful appearance, Yan Xiaowu's expression slowly hesitated.

She had never seen anything like it, and she didn't know that there would be human pain in the world just by spectating.

Yan Xiaowu didn't dare to look at it anymore, she hurriedly ran into the house, closed the door, jumped up and fastened the deadbolt, and then curled up in the corner, hugging her knees.

Sunlight seeped through the cracks of the low window like water, and flowed into the gloomy thatched hut, falling on the cold pool of blood, reflecting a bewitching red.

Yan Xiaowu buried her head between her legs and sobbed quietly.

What was she crying for?

The death of the old Taoist priest?

Maybe it's more than that.

......

Sun Wukong lay on the ground on his back, his rapid breathing gradually calming down as the pain subsided.

At this moment, he gradually sorted out some things, such as......

He fell from heaven to mortal.

The sword wound in his throat left him speechless.

He was now unable to condense his mana, and he had lost the power he was most proud of.

There was an extra heart in his body, a heart that was not under his control.

Also, that little girl......

Sun Wukong turned his head and looked at the closed wooden door, his ears were pressed to the ground, and he could vaguely hear Yan Xiaowu crying.

What to cry about!

Sun Wukong was inexplicably irritable in his heart, he got up with difficulty, and limped towards the deep mountains in the distance.

He lowered his head and buried his body very low, hanging his chest and back like a wild dog living in the streets.

Here, the sky is high, the clouds are light, and the wind is light.

Qi Tian thought that as long as he didn't look at the sky, the sky wouldn't look at him.

"Dad, look, it's a monkey!"

The young man who followed his father up the mountain to collect firewood pointed to Sun Wukong and shouted excitedly.

"What are you shouting about! What should you do if you bring in a wild beast! Isn't it just a monkey!"

The father angrily punched the boy, and never turned his head to look at Sun Wukong.

So, it's actually a joke.

......

Yan Xiaowu first glanced through the crack in the door and found that Sun Wukong was no longer there, so she opened the door.

The lazy midday sun fell on Yan Xiaowu's body, dispelling a trace of chill.

Yan Xiaowu walked to the side of the bed, looked at the corpse of the old Taoist, and frowned before he opened his eyebrows.

She heard the old Taoist priest say that the eyes of the tragic death were open, and the death was terrifying, but the old Taoist priest in the pool of blood closed his eyes peacefully, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, making people feel that he would laugh the next moment.

Yan Xiaowu couldn't figure it out, she was only six years old, she was an ordinary mortal, and it was impossible for her to understand everything.

She left Baicaoguan and went to the nearest village, where many villagers had come to Baicao to see the sick and know the old Taoist priest and his apprentices.

The old Taoist priest died.

The first villager who knew was stunned at first, and then led Yan Xiaowu to the village and told this horrific story from house to house.

In the end, several villagers followed Yan Xiaowu to Baicao Temple, found a remote land to bury the old Taoist, and hastily piled up a grave, but did not erect a monument.

After doing this, a few people left.

The people of a village tacitly did not propose to adopt this six-year-old girl.

After all, maybe their own children can't grow up safely.

No one caught and sold this six-year-old child, and it was already the only trace of simplicity left in the nature of this group of ignorant people.

They knew that Yan Xiaowu couldn't live, but no one didn't want to.

It's different from a demon or something else.

This is the cruelty and sin of man, and it will endure forever......