Chapter 104: Dead Knot

The sun had sunk in the west, and it had disappeared behind the mountains to the west, but the sky in the west had not become monotonous because of this. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After the sun set, the blood-colored red clouds suddenly appeared, and they rolled there rapidly, changing shapes, and then spreading overwhelmingly in all directions.

The sky turned blood-red, and everything on the ground was covered in a thick layer of blood.

There is an indescribable sadness between heaven and earth, which makes people feel sad from the heart.

Under the blood-colored sky, in the desolate ruins, by the huge earthen pit, Mo Qing squatted on the damp soil, holding a clean linen cloth in his hand, carefully wiping the dirt for a few people lying on a clean bed.

He wiped it very carefully, and even the blood stains in the ear holes were carefully wiped off by him, revealing his original complexion.

After wiping for a while, he would put the linen cloth in his hand into the wooden basin filled with water next to him and scrub it a few times, and then continued his movements.

As soon as he wrung out the rag and removed it, someone would take the basin away and replace it with clean water.

Now that everyone in the village knew what had happened, and after glad that they were okay, their hearts were immediately filled with the sadness brought about by what happened to Uncle Molun's family.

No one came forward to organize anything, and all the people consciously walked out of the house and gathered in the dilapidated courtyard of Uncle Molun's house, in addition to wanting to take another look at these familiar people, they just wanted to see what else they could do for them.

It's really ...... that people with a good family suddenly become like this

No one spoke, and all the movements were done quietly, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of their family.

The torches were lit, and the fiery red light dispelled the darkness, and the courtyard that had been cleaned up some eyebrows was illuminated.

Several people on the futon have been spotlessly cared for, and their clean and tidy clothes are worn on their bodies, which fits very well.

Uncle Molun and the others were dressed in neat clothes and lay side by side on the mattresses under them, looking peaceful, as if they were asleep.

Especially Uncle Molun, with a faint smile on his face, seemed to be very satisfied with the current situation, and closed his eyes and enjoyed Mo Qing's careful care with peace of mind.

If it was usual, Uncle Mo Lun would definitely slap Mo Qing on the back of the head to show encouragement, but this time Mo Qing waited there for so long, and he didn't wait for the familiar slap.

Reaching out and gently straightening the hairpin on Aunt Li's head, Mo Qing tilted his head again to look carefully.

Don't dare to be sloppy in this matter, Aunt Li is very concerned about her appearance now, and if something goes wrong, it's time to slap herself again.

Huang Laoxi's gray beard was also carefully taken care of by him, and he was meticulous in tidying up with water.

The old man is old and doesn't care too much, but he is very attentive to this beard, and he spends a lot of time carefully taking care of it every day.

In the past, Mo Qing accidentally broke a few of his beards, and he punished him for condensing three thousand fireballs one after another, Mo Qing didn't know how many times his mana had been drained, and he felt terrifying when he thought about it.

Uncle Molun likes to see Mo Qing laugh.

Looking at a few sleeping relatives, Mo Qing tried hard to squeeze out a smile, but it was uglier than crying.

rubbed his face violently with his hands, and then resumed the action just now, but the corners of his mouth were not yet grinning, and tears were pouring down.

A smile, a smile with tears on his face.

......

Mo Qing turned around, glanced at the villagers behind him who were looking at him with concern on their faces, and knelt down heavily with his legs bent.

The head hit the ground with a "thump" sound......

The villagers all went back, and at Mo Qing's insistence, they went back.

They don't want to leave, something like this happens, who can rest assured that a child is left here alone, although this child is very strong, but he is still a child after all.

Mo Qing was alone and whispered to his closest friends, just like he had done when he had returned from the mountains.

The voice chattered and did not stop for a moment, and the tears flowed freely with his words, dripping to the ground, which seemed extra loud in the silent night sky.

The Fu Jiang squatting in Mo Qing can also feel the sadness of his master, it is not as naughty as in the past, with a thick sadness in its eyes, it stretched out its little paws, and gently wiped the tears for Mo Qing.

It's just that there are a lot of tears, and I can't wipe them all away.

There were many items scattered around Mo Qing, shimmering slightly under the flickering firelight.

Snow Lotus Pill, most of the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu, and the wisteria flowers with thick fingers were all fried by him with water, but no matter how they poured it, they couldn't pour it into their mouths.

Finally poured some in, but the miracle did not happen, and the thousand-year-old elixir that was rumored to be mysterious did not have any effect here.

A jade box with a slight red light was placed beside him, it was the nine-leaf Lianxin grass that he threw out after he couldn't open it, and was picked up by the villagers.

After exhausting all means, Mo Qing knelt on the ground and cried, accompanied by a suppressed sob.

In the middle of the night, the light of the torches became dim, the blood clouds in the sky faded at some point, and a few stars that were not too bright were revealed in the night sky, which was a little low.

Mo Qing, who was lying on the mattress side by side with Uncle Molun, opened his teary eyes and stared blankly at the sky above his head.

The starlight, which was not too bright, turned into a hazy piece after being refracted by tears.

The world is cruel, and as much joy it gives you, it gives you as much pain.

And the pain often comes so violently that people are caught off guard, and there is no ability to fight back.

When you are the happiest, the pain begins to brew unconsciously, and on an ordinary day, in a sudden moment, the cold iron door behind you falls mercilessly.

I once thought that the world was eternal, and the people I once loved the most were smashed to pieces with its fall.

Mo Qing stared, looking at the dark night sky, the past days were like flowing water, slowly reflected in his mind.

The memories are all the figures of the three of them, Aunt Li sat under the oil lamp and sewed wolf skin clothes, the injured Uncle Molun told himself about his bravery with a calm face, and even Huang Laoxie looked down and sniffed the peach leaves to make himself trained.

It's just that there is suddenly one more person in the memory, a person in white.

When the woman in white appeared in his mind, Mo Qing's smile immediately became miserable, and the pain in his heart made him bite his fingers fiercely and refused to let go.

Why did your home become like this?

Why did the dearest people in my life leave me?

These are inextricably linked to her.

Although she didn't make a move, although the middle-aged woman who carried her was to save Uncle Molun and a few people, but the result was that her dearest person did not die in the hands of that damn thing, but was killed by the attack released by that woman.

And that woman had a very close relationship with her.

At that time, although Mo Qing's expression was in a trance, he saw everything in his eyes, including Lin Qiuyan, who seemed to be glancing in the direction where he was.

At that time, all his thoughts were on Uncle Molun and them, so he didn't think too much about them, and it wasn't until he suddenly thought of the woman in white that he remembered the relationship.

Originally, when she was on the road, she had been struggling with whether to tell Aunt Li about her relationship with her, and Aunt Li, who had been anxious to hold her grandson, would be ecstatic when she learned the news.

I've been imagining what it would be like when she and Aunt Li met. Now I see, how ridiculous my own ideas are.

The person he identified met her future in-laws, but what happened after that did not follow the normal procedure, and the countless meeting scenes in his imagination did not appear, and what appeared was a scene that he couldn't remember even if he wanted to break his head, this scene was very cruel......

A teenager who has just tasted the taste of love is woken up when he has just immersed himself in the most beautiful sweetness, and before he has time to taste it, and the way he wakes up is so cruel and ruthless.

Mo Qing's heart was in great pain, his face was extremely distorted, and the blood from his fingers bitten by him flowed, but he didn't feel a trace of pain, and he still bit desperately, as if it wasn't his hand.

Fu Jiang squatted on the ground, looking anxiously at the owner who was biting his fingers and whining, but he didn't know what he should do.

Mo Qing fell into the dead knot in his thoughts, and the knot pulled him deeply, firmly bound, unable to break free.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, accompanied by the soft light emitted by the lantern, from far to near, bypassing the debris piled up in the yard, and soon came to Mo Qing's side.

It was the village chief of Mozhan and Uncle Moyun who was a little inconvenient to walk, they said that they were going back, but they still couldn't put their minds at ease after all.

After seeing Mo Qing's situation clearly, the two couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and the village chief of Mo Zhan quickly handed the basket in his hand to Uncle Mo Yun beside him, squatted on the ground and hugged Mo Qing and shouted loudly, shaking vigorously while shouting.

Seeing that Mo Qing's face was still hideous, and there was no sign of waking up, Uncle Mo Yun on the side put the lantern and basket in his hand on the ground, and reached out to pick up the wooden basin on the side, which contained half a basin of clear water.

"Hold this kid and come over here!"

Hearing this, the village chief of Mo Zhan looked up, and immediately stood up with Mo Qing in his arms, and came to the edge of the big pit in three or two steps.

His face was distorted, and Mo Qing, who bit his fingers and was drenched in blood, shuddered suddenly, and his face calmed down.

After a while, he opened his eyes tiredly and woke up.