When night falls, the rain is falling, the sound of the rain and the boundless darkness constitute a picture of night rain.

Some storytellers in the city said that the rain and thunder were due to the fact that the thunder was at the behest of the Emperor.

However, there is no answer to this question, because the gods will not answer.

The rain washed everything, washed the land, washed the air, washed the houses, and it seemed that the city called "Willow" was going to be completely cleaned up, a complete cleaning.

The rain was falling, washing away everything, from the hard and clean bluestone road to the muddy road full of human and animal manure.

The sewage flows into the ditch, and it enters a person's mouth. The man had a bloodless face and a neck with a gaping mouth. The neck is no longer bleeding, and the blood has been washed away.

This man is not the point, because he will soon be stripped naked and thrown into a mass grave. Well, the clothes on my body have been pulled off, and maybe there will be something missing from the internal organs in my body.

There are some people who will acquire some strange things, because this world is the world of cultivating immortals. There will always be some evil exercises that require the use of some strange human body parts.

The point is not on this person, the point is on ...... This is the slum, the slum of Liucheng.

Heavy rain poured down, raindrops fell on the black-brown earth of the slums, muddy water splashed.

In the dark darkness of midnight, there were only a few sporadic lights in the ghetto. The poor people sleep at night, because lamp oil is expensive.

I can't even eat enough, where did I get a windfall to buy lamp oil?

Let's focus our eyes on an orange light, and it all comes from there.

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The pungent smell is herbic and smells very unpleasant. The tattered half-tattered clay jar, the tongue of fire licking the bottom of the black-brown jar, the black liquid churning.

This is a small brick house, small, snail-shelled ground. A wood door, a narrow, low bed made of adobe bricks, a low stove.

Slums, a veritable place.

The firewood was burning and crackling. The light of the fire shone on the earthen house, and two shadows were also illuminated.

One boy, one girl. A younger brother, a younger sister.

The boy was holding a tattered fan in his hand and was boiling medicine. The girl was lying on a brick bed, coughing twice from time to time.

His name is He Shang and he is sixteen years old this year. His face was tied with strips of cloth with yellow pus marks on them.

Strips of linen covered most of the face, revealing only one black eye.

A month ago in Liucheng, two immortal cultivators fought a life-and-death battle, which affected Chiyu and killed and injured many mortals. Among them is He Shang.

"Sister, the medicine is ready. ”

He Shang poured the black medicinal juice into a clay bowl and picked it up directly despite the heat.

The girl on the bed coughed a few times, and a smile barely appeared on her pale face.

Very beautiful smile.

Her name is He Mingyue, and she is He Shang's biological sister and He Shang's only relative. She and He Shang's parents died three years ago, hacked to death by a passing monk on the side of the road.

Since then, the two sisters and brothers have been lonely. He Mingyue, who was only fourteen years old, took thirteen-year-old He Shang to wander around, begging for a living.

"Sister, drink the medicine while it's hot. ”

He Shang held the clay bowl, and the only remaining eye showed a caring look.

The girl smiled, her smile was like the most fragile white flower, beautiful and thin.

"No need. He Mingyue smiled, her bloodless lips adding to her pity, "Leave the medicinal herbs to you, my sister's body knows by herself." ”

At the beginning, in order to treat He Shang's illness, she needed a lot of money, so He Mingyue made a choice......

Selling blood, to be precise - selling sperm and blood.

There is a small amount of essence blood in the body of mortals. This kind of blood is a kind of medicinal material, a medicinal material that monks need for alchemy.

Essence blood is the foundation of mortals, and extracting essence blood is likely to cost your life.

But for the sake of He Shang, she had no choice.

Poor people in the slums need to undergo medical examinations to sell their bodies in the kilns, which can take several days. At that time, what the two siblings lacked most was time.

It's a cruel world, but it's also a very ruthless world.

Regarding He Mingyue's refusal, He Shang was silent. But then he lifted the bowl again.

A helpless smile appeared at the corner of He Mingyue's mouth, and she could only resist her younger brother, so she could only take a shallow sip.

Then she began to speak, saying some of the things that were in her heart. It can also be said to be a last word.

As she said, she knew the current state of her body, and she also knew the fact that her deadline was approaching.

She spoke, spoke. From the trivial things when I was a child to the things of the present, and from the things of the present to the things of the future.

He Mingyue jokingly asked what kind of wife her brother would marry in the future?

Then she slowly closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

She died, quietly and quietly.

When she died, there was no vision of heaven and earth. It rained as usual between the heavens and the earth, and thundered as usual.

She's just a mortal, an ant.

Death is silent, not known to the world, not recorded by history. This is life, the life of an ant.

The bowl shattered on the ground, and the black-brown liquid flowed all over the floor.

"Sister. He Shang whispered, he quietly looked at the girl on the bed, and the only remaining eye slowly shed a tear stain.

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Burial is a major event, from the monks to the strong, to the princes and nobles, and down to the untouchables. The burial of the dead is always a big deal.

Where should I bury my sister?

The rain had stopped, and it was dawn yet. He Shang carried his sister on his back and came to the outside of Liucheng.

Mass graves are not OK because the bodies there often disappear. It is said that it was carried away by some people from the dark world.

There is also a fee for a burial ground dedicated to the burial of people. And for poor people like He Shang, there is an extra charge.

Where can he bury his sister?

There is no place in the world where ants can rest after death.

Their father and mother died without a corpse, because they were eaten by the monks' mounts.

Where can ants be buried when they die?

He Shang felt that he was suddenly a little out of breath.

He looked up and stared at the empty void as if there was a mountain there.

The mountains suppress the ants.