But it is said that in the land of Lingnan in the mortal realm, in a position in the easterly direction, stands a high mountain, called Lion Peak. The mountain is named because of its shape.

This lion peak is majestic and precipitous, it is really a skyscraper, and it is very sinister.

This mountain is a mountain formed by the overthrow of strange rocks and strange forests, and the top is followed by the green night, and the stream is as deep as the underworld. The cliff between the mountains is like a knife, and there is a stone peak that resembles a lion's roar on the wall, and there is a waterfall with a width of about ten zhang and a drop of nearly 10 million zhang, rushing out from the rock crack between the cliffs. The mist formed by the waterfall looks like a rainbow lying horizontally from a distance, and looks like a vast wave of smoke up close. There are also huge elephant-shaped rocks such as turtles and seals, which stand next to Lion Peak.

The mountains are covered with white mist, and the red plums and bamboos, green cypresses and green pines, and ancient ridges and green vines are luxuriant and looming all over the mountains.

Behind this mountain, there is a 10,000-zhang spiritual platform, and there is a hidden hidden demon cave behind the platform, which seems to have never been discovered for thousands of years.

It's just that since late one night more than two years ago, a demon has come out of nowhere and has lived in this cave ever since.

Since this demon came here, the chickens, birds, ducks and geese raised by people within a radius of hundreds of miles have been preyed upon by him. Gradually, it was rumored that some families had lost their children, and they were all boys around 10 years old.

It was also said that the demon often took the form of a beautiful boy about ten years old, who called himself the little yellow wolf, and went to play with many children, and then the children who played with him disappeared from there. Many families were so frightened that they moved out of this place and went to other towns to make a living, especially the people who lived in the area of Wangba Mountain, which was fifty miles behind this Lion Peak, and they were almost completely gone.

It is said that there are still about 180 miles away from Wang Bashan, and there is a small col called the Horn River, where dozens of families live scattered on both sides of the river. This natural village is called by them: Horn Tun.

In a bay along the east bank of the Horn River, there lives a family surnamed Hua who settled here three years ago to make a living.

According to the gossip of the villagers in Horntun, this Hua family was originally a very wealthy family in the Central Plains. Because of the years of natural disasters and man-made wars, they were forced to flee to this small mountain village in the Jiangnan Territory with a pair of young children.

The male protagonist of the Hua family is a thin man who is nearly forty years old, medium in stature, with a very elegant slender face, thick eyebrows and fine eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, and a very kind face. It was only because of this upheaval and depression that he contracted lung disease.

When he first came here, he was still able to support himself, but in the past one or two years, he felt that his physical strength was exhausted, and he coughed and wheezed after a little work, and he lay down in the past few days.

Although the lady of the Hua family is more than thirty years old, she is still as beautiful as she was back then.

This half-aged has a round and plump figure, and she is fat and thin, especially the jet-black hair and delicate and elegant hairline, which outline her oval face seductively charming. A pair of pale yellow pupils, against the backdrop of white and tender skin, there is a mysterious and seductive look like a cat. Although the dress is simple because of the middle of the family, it adds a mature charm and an attractive style. It attracts some local people who like to touch flowers and grass, and they will come to the front and back of the flower house to walk around when there is nothing to do.

The Hua family has a pair of children, the eldest girl is named Hua Yin, who has just turned eight years old, and the son is named Hua Qi, who is just five years old, born with a tiger head and a tiger brain, and a pair of apricot eyes like his mother.

It's a pity that due to the dilapidated family road, these two young children know how to share their parents' worries at a young age, and there is often a sensible demeanor of the governor in their eyes that does not match their age, which is pitiful.

The eldest daughter, Hua Yin, was born thin and small, looking like a little daughter, with a blood-red triangular scar between her eyebrows, as if she had specially painted plum makeup. She has a pair of slender eyes that resemble her father, a pair of thin and curved eyebrows are thick and dense, and her goose-egg-shaped face is a little too thin and thin, giving people the feeling that she is too delicate and lacks a little simple blessing.

Just because of the different scars on her forehead, the children in the village call her 'demon girl, demon girl'. There is a lot of discrimination and bullying among the children in Horntun.

Because Hua Yin knew that her father and mother were not easy and her family was difficult, even if she was idle outside, she rarely went home to talk to her father.

Once, a few naughty boys surrounded her and pushed her around, and her younger brother Huaqi happened to see her. At that time, he was gnawing on a large radish in his mouth, and he smashed it out. On that occasion, the two siblings were beaten very badly, and they were bleeding from multiple injuries on their faces. I couldn't hide it when I returned home like this, so I explained the reason to my father.

The mother hugged the sister and brother and cried loudly, while the flower father sighed while coughing. Since then, according to their mother's instructions, they have always deliberately avoided the children in the village, going out to pick wild vegetables, play or something, and they are all sisters and brothers walking together.

One afternoon, the two sisters and brothers took a small basket, a small shovel, a sickle and other tools, and crossed the river together to pick fresh mushrooms in the West Mountain Pass.

During this period, it is the season of abundant harvest of fresh mushrooms, and it is dried to dry, one is to get some money to the market to supplement the family, and the other is to reserve the ingredients at home in winter to solve the needs of dishes.

The young ladies came to the West Col, and happily searched for mushrooms like small umbrellas among the miscellaneous trees.

After a while, Xiao Huaqi's small hands were dirty, and her face was smeared with two mud marks. But he did a good job, and the little basket he was carrying in his hand was almost full in a few moments. As he walked, he was small and went into the forest through the crevices of the branches.

My sister surrounded the edge of the bushes and dug up a lot of mushrooms and other wild vegetables. Seeing that the basket was almost full, she stood up straight, wiped the sweat on her face with the clean place with the back of her hand, and looked for her younger brother Huaqi with her eyes, but didn't find where he was, so she shouted loudly: "Huaqi--! Huaqi--! where are you?"

It took a long time for his younger brother's somewhat panicked voice to come from the depths of the forest: "Sister, sister, come quickly-".

When the little girl heard this, she trembled, threw down her basket and rushed into the woods with her sickle. She rushed in regardless of it, and shouted, "Huaqi, I'm here, don't be afraid!" Her arms and cheeks were cut in several places by the hard branches and vines, and she didn't feel it. She was slightly relieved when she saw her brother hiding alone behind a stout tree.

She rushed over and looked Hua Qi up and down and asked, "What's the matter, did you see the snake?"

Hua Qi glared at the two round eyes and said, "No, no." I'm afraid, sister. Look!"

Hua Yin looked in the direction of her brother's little finger, and saw that behind a dense clump of weeds, there was a grave, and a light appeared out of thin air.

When the little girl saw it, she was a little frightened. But in the blue sky and daylight, can ghosts still emerge in this grave circle? Probably not, how can any ghosts come out during the day?

Hua Yin smiled and said, "Let's go over and have a look?"

"Sister, I'm afraid!" Hua Qi cringed a little.

"We've got a guy in our hands! You're not afraid of fighting those scoundrels, are you still afraid of the light?"

Flower drink encouraged. She took her brother's hand in one hand and the sickle in the other, and little by little the two of them approached the light in the graveyard.

As they got closer, they finally understood where the light was coming from. It turned out to be a small black stone shining brightly on the crooked tombstone.

The little girl Hua Yin stepped forward, picked up the little stone and looked at it carefully: Ah, it is really a beautiful stone that I have never seen in my life. It was jet black, the size of an egg, and there seemed to be faint curving handwriting on it.

Hua Qi also reached out curiously to take it and look at it, muttering, "What a beautiful stone, it will shine for miles." ”

Strange to say, when the stone heard this, it lost its brilliance.

When Hua Yin saw it, he took it and said, "This is the best, so as not to be looked at by others." It's a little big, and it's better to be smaller, so it's easy to hide and carry. ”

Before she could finish speaking, the stone was much smaller in the palm of her hand, only the size of a pigeon's egg.

The two of them rejoiced at the same time: "It's really a baby! ”

Hua Yin carefully put the gem in his small pocket, and pulled his younger brother out of the woods together. She instructed her younger brother: "Huaqi, don't tell your father and mother about this matter, it's a little secret between the two of us, okay?"

Hua Qi clapped her hands and said, "It's good." The treasure we found ourselves had to be kept by ourselves. ”