In the winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost, and through that thin layer of frost, you can see the rigid land below, which is frozen and cracked, like a child's frozen face in winter.

Ling Bai walked on the path of the field, looking at the bungalows in front of him, and his heart was full of thoughts.

From the eerie events that emerge from the town, you can anticipate chaos around the world. If you are in the torrent of aura recovery, you may burp one day.

Within sight, a rickety old lady was carrying a urine bucket and drizzling vegetables in a small vegetable garden.

This phenomenon is very common in rural areas, where either peasant women or elderly people, at most a half-grown child, basically contract all the farm work at home. The young and middle-aged men in the family went to the big city to pan for gold, went home during the Spring Festival, stuffed the cash for a few days and went out again.

"Donor, do you know where Wu Lan's family is?" Ling Bai asked politely with a gesture at the old lady.

The old lady put down the work in her hand, looked at the young monk in front of her suspiciously, pointed to a three-story bungalow in the distance, and said in a loud voice: "It's just ahead, but her house is a little unpeaceful, little monk, don't provoke it." ”

"Not peaceful?"

"Well, I heard that a few days ago, Zhu Jiali Ping's daughter was cut and died, and her mother went crazy that day, blocking the school with a firewood knife, and was beaten by a grumpy young man for dozens of years......"

"Oh, got it. Thank you, donor!" Ling Bai's face twitched slightly, smiled at her, and continued to move forward.

What does it mean that he has been beaten dozens of years old? Those idle people in the village have better screenwriting skills than Yu Zheng.

.....

When I walked to the door of Zhu's house, I saw a piece of plain silk, miserable white silk, paper money sprinkled on the ground, and white lanterns hanging high, all of which told the township that 'someone in my family has passed away'.

Footsteps were heard, and a violent barking of dogs rang out from behind the fence.

The cold wind blew, rolling up several yellowed paper money, and the branches of the locust tree next to them rattled like a wild wolf wailing.

Ling Bai pushed open the fence, and a big yellow dog in front of the yard bared its teeth and barked at him, with fierce eyes.

He was a little surprised in his heart, thinking of the novels he had read before, the male protagonist was generally a king and a bully, and when he looked at the dog lightly, the vicious dog would be scared like a kitten and didn't dare to put one.

"Huh. Ling Bai smiled, fully mobilized the muscles on his face, and raised his eyes.

The cold eyes seemed to come from a dark hell, lifeless, and terrifying to look at.

The big yellow dog froze for half a second, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he roared wildly and galloped, biting Ling Bai's right leg and constantly biting.

“......”

Ling Bai looked at the big yellow dog under his feet expressionlessly, and silently dragged it forward.

"Yellow Fang, come back!" At this time, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of face walked out of the main entrance of the bungalow, and scolded the big yellow dog harshly.

The big yellow dog let out an aggrieved wail, and let go of its mouth and dropped two sharp front teeth.

"Amitabha, donor, Lao Qu is the abbot of Landa Temple, passing by here, wanting to ask for a bowl of water to drink. Ling Bai glanced lightly at the yellow dog lying on the ground, a trace of fear flashed in its eyes, and it walked away with its tail hanging down. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, dressed in very simple clothes, and the wrinkles on his face were very deep, as if they had been scraped by a knife.

Not surprisingly, this person should be Zhu Liping's father.

"Master, please come in with me. Zhu Fu looked at the young abbot in front of him in surprise, neither enthusiastic nor cold, and entered the house tepidly.

Ling Bai followed disapprovingly, and there was a striking black and white photo on the long table in the middle of the main hall. The girl in the photo has a faint smile on her face, looking ahead with a gentle look in her eyes.

"Master, you wait a moment, I'll pour you water. Zhu Fu glanced at the photo of his daughter Zhu Liping, sighed in his heart, and silently turned around and poured water.

Ling Bai looked at the environment inside the house, which was no different from an ordinary farmhouse, and it looked a little messy.

He stepped forward to the photo and stared carefully at Zhu Liping's eyes in the photo, wanting to see her suddenly blink or smile weirdly.

"Master, what are you doing?" Zhu Fu's slightly puzzled voice sounded behind him, he walked to the posthumous photo with a teacup full of water, and Ling Bai's face was about to be pasted on the posthumous photo.

"It's a pity, donor, please mourn. Ling Bai retracted his head in some disappointment, took the water cup and took a symbolic sip. Although he knew that it was abrupt to ask, he still opened his mouth straight to the point, "Is there anything strange happening at home?"

Sure enough, Zhu Fu's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he raised his hand and scolded: "I knew that you were a liar, hurry up and leave after drinking water, there is nothing to do in my family." ”

"Really, isn't it? For example, the person in the photo suddenly smiled weirdly at you or something. Ling Bai turned his head violently.

Zhu Liping in the posthumous photo still has a faint smile, both young and innocent.

"What nonsense, I'm her dad, weird fart. Hurry up!" Zhu Fuqi trembled all over, pushing Ling Bai to rush out of the door.

Ling Bai didn't look embarrassed, and it was nothing to be disgusted if he was fine.

Letting Zhu Fu push him away, Ling Bai winked at the yellow dog lying next to the chicken coop, and it jumped up from the spot in surprise and quickly got into the chicken coop.

"What are you afraid of, I didn't hit you. ”

....

Outside the fence, the door inside the house was slammed shut.

Ling Bai turned his head, his dark pupils quietly staring at the locked wooden door.

Two white lanterns hung high above the door fluttered in the wind, like a pair of lifeless eyeballs with only the whites of their eyes left.

Zhu Fu closed the door heavily, and walked to the statue with a gloomy face. Looking at the smiling face in the photo frame, his face soothed, his eyes were full of grief, and he muttered: "It's not good to be dad, I didn't spend more time with you two." If I had been at home, maybe it wouldn't have happened. I'd rather have a full family than make that much money, I just want you back...... Daddy, I'm sorry for you......"

As he spoke, Zhu Fu couldn't cry anymore.

"Really?"

A cold voice sounded in my ears.

Zhu Fu looked up blankly, his heart shrank violently, but he saw that the daughter in the photo frame was staring at him deadly.

Zhu Liping's eyes were resentful, the corners of her mouth hooked up a weird smile, and she said suspiciously: "Dad, I'm back, why are you scared like this?"

"Ping...... Pinkie...... You're back..... Father.... I miss you......" After a short period of consternation, two lines of tears flowed down Zhu Fu's cheeks, picked up the posthumous photo in his arms, and cried bitterly. "It's all Dad's fault..... It's great for you to come back, Pingping, Daddy misses you so much... I really want to ......."

'Zhu Liping' in the posthumous photo: (・_・)ノ