On the roof beam, a drop of seeping water fell on the monkey's neck, and the monkey shivered and woke up leisurely.

The monkey felt that his chest was hot, as if he was pressing on something, and he was a little out of breath.

He lowered his eyes and looked over, and found that Lao Langzhong was lying on top of him, his face was pale, and he had just died not long ago.

The monkey struggled to push the old man's body away, but the body slid directly to the ground. He wanted to catch it, but he found that he was struggling to move, his body was sore, and he had a feeling of incongruity.

He got up from the bed, touched his chest, and found that it was all blood, and he didn't know if it was the old man's or his own.

"Master, I've picked a lot of wild vegetables, and I'm sure I'll be able to eat enough. ”

Yan Xiaowu ran into the house with the medicine basket in her arms, and saw the monkey standing by the bed with blood on his hands, and the old man fell in a pool of blood, his eyes closed.

The medicine basket slammed on the ground with a "clang", and the green leaves scattered and stained with a lot of sludge.

"Division...... Master......"

Yan Xiaowu stood in place with her eyes distracted, and kept shouting Lao Langzhong.

The monkey walked up to Yan Xiaowu and looked down at her.

Yan Xiaowu raised her head mechanically and looked at the monkey.

"I saved you, you killed my master. ”

"Ah~......uhh

The monkey opened its mouth to say something, but could not make a sound.

Yan Xiaowu walked into the firewood room and dragged the firewood knife out, she raised the knife and slashed at the monkey's leg.

One, two, three......

As long as the monkey doesn't stop her, she can keep chopping.

The sharp blade fell on the monkey again and again, but it did not leave half a wound.

Finally, either tired of chopping or disheartened, Yan Xiaowu stopped. She looked up and looked coldly at the monkey.

"Youkai!"

There is no trace of emotion in her innocent childlike voice, and it seems to hide endless hatred and disgust.

The monkey was originally a little guilty, but he was tossed by Yan Xiaowu, and somehow he couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in his heart, and he raised his fist and smashed it into Yan Xiaowu's head.

In the next moment, the monkey's movements suddenly stopped, and his fist was withdrawn, clenched to his heart.

The monkey's face twisted together in pain, its eyes bloodshot, and its upper and lower jaw teeth pounding against each other uncontrollably. He collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing from pain.

Suddenly, the monkey's hand reached out to Yan Xiaowu, and there was a sad look in his eyes.

His heart hurts......

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

Yan Xiaowu had never seen such a scene, and she didn't know that there would be pain in the world just by watching.

She didn't dare to look any further, so she hurried into the house, closed the door, jumped up and bolted the door again, and then curled up in the corner and hugged 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 man?

It could be more than that.

......

The monkey lay on its back on the ground, its rapid breathing calming down as the pain subsided.

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

He went back a hundred years.

At this time, "he" should be refining the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick in the West Sea.

He frowned, what kind of thing is his current self?

He couldn't speak, as if an invisible force was grabbing his throat.

He was now unable to condense his spiritual power, 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.

Six Ears seemed to be assimilating and merging with himself, and he obviously affected his emotions, he had never been so irritable and irritable before.

Also, that little girl......

The monkey tilted his head to look at the closed wooden door, his ears pressed to the ground, and he could faintly hear Yan Xiaowu crying.

What to cry about!

The monkey was inexplicably irritable in his heart, and he got up with great difficulty, and limped towards the distant mountains.

He lowered his head, buried his body very low, and drooped his chest, like a house dog living on the streets.

At this time, the sky is high, the clouds are light, and the wind is light.

He 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 boy who followed his father up the mountain to collect firewood pointed to the monkey and shouted excitedly.

"What do you shout, what do you do if you bring in the beasts! Isn't it just a monkey!"

The father angrily punched the boy and never turned his head to look at the monkey.

So, it's actually a joke.

......

Yan Xiaowu first glanced through the crack in the door, only to realize that the monkey was gone, and then 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 Lao Langzhong's corpse, and frowned when he had not yet opened.

She heard Lao Langzhong say that the eyes of the tragic death are open, and the death is terrifying. But the old man in the pool of blood closed his eyes peacefully, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, making people think that he would laugh out loud 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 couldn't even tell the difference between a monkey and a human.

She left Baicaotang and went to the nearest village, where many villagers had come to Baicaotang to see a doctor and get to know Lao Langzhong and his apprentices.

The old man died.

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

In the end, several villagers followed Yan Xiaowu to Baicaotang, found a remote land to bury Lao Langzhong, and hastily piled a grave, but did not erect a monument.

Including Yan Xiaowu, no one knows what Lao Langzhong's surname is.

When they were done, they drank each other and left.

Yan Xiaowu followed behind the adults and returned to the village, but she lost all of them.

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

After all, their own children may not be able to grow up safely.

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

If they wanted to, they would know that Yan Xiaowu couldn't live alone, but no one thought about it.

It's not that I can't remember, I just don't want to think about it.

It's different from a demon or something else.

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

It was getting dark again, and every house began to turn off the lights and close their doors. It wasn't long before the village fell silent, with the occasional fierce dog barking.

Yan Xiaowu fell alone on the street and was homeless.

She was hungry and cold.

She choked back tears, touched the darkness, fell countless times, the skin of her little hands and knees was worn out layer after layer, and finally the flesh and dirt were mixed together, and they were not separated from each other.

Finally, before midnight, Yan Xiaowu returned to Baicaotang and found the wild vegetables she had picked in the mountains in the morning next to a pool of blood in the thatched hut.

She laboriously scooped a basin of water from the tank and washed the mud off the leaves of the wild plants.

She hesitated, and passed the leaves into her mouth one by one.

She's still young and can't cook on a fire.

Those raw wild vegetables were chewed in her mouth, so astringent that her tears flowed out.

She was so hungry that she swallowed.