This moon is as cold as water, and the night on that side is as dark as ink. The intense ink color concealed the cornices in Shouchun City and the grandeur of the city wall in an indescribable darkness.

Today's Shouchun City has long since lost the bustle and prosperity before the summer festival, and the cold streets with gray snow only look lifeless.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the light gray snow on the ground, revealing the withered white of piles of bones underneath.

A dilapidated room with a faint candlelight, flickering in and out.

The fat groomer, who had already lost a lot of weight, was sitting on the kang in front of the window, trying hard to sew clothes for the child who had grown up a lot. Occasionally, the tip of the needle will poke the finger, but the number of times is much less than half a year ago.

Occasionally rubbing my sour eyes, I look out the window, and before I know it, it's snowing season.

From the night of the summer festival to the snowy sky today. From the initial fear and madness, to the indifference and despair today.

Every day for the past six months, there have been large waves of bird spirits, grabbing more or less corpses, putting them in this courtyard, and dismembering them into minced meat and white bones with sharp claws.

That night was a nine-headed demon woman, a handsome woman during the day, and she still came on time to feed her child every night. Without thinking about it at all, this child is now the size of the child, and it is obvious that he should have started eating a long time ago.

The fat husband occasionally also considered why he had survived without eating a grain of rice or drinking a sip of water for half a year. After thinking about it, he finally had to attribute it all to the enchantment laid by the nine-headed bird.

Many times, while sewing clothes, the husband listened to the movements inside and outside the house, for fear that a demon other than the nine-headed bird would break in.

Look, it's so punctual again, every time the bangs sound in the middle of the night, the nine-headed bird will push the door in time. He would put down his work and the sleeping child lying on his lap and get up and move.

One person and one demon seem to have been accustomed to such a tacit understanding, and for half a year, the exchange of words can only be regarded as occasional.

Today, the fat gaffer suddenly wanted to ask what was going on with the scenery outside the window.

It's just because he saw himself in the pile of dead people. The fat face that has been looking at the water tank for more than 20 years, he will definitely not admit it.

If he didn't ask, he was afraid that he would be tormented by his endless self-questions and answers.

And the nine-headed bird also seemed to be aware of all this, although it still arrived on time today, it did not pick up the child to feed as usual, but just held the awakened child in his arms and coaxed it softly.

"Today, in the pile of dead people outside the window, I see myself. After all, the fat husband still said what he had always wanted to say today but never said.

The nine-headed bird just looked down at the child in his arms and hummed softly.

"Can you tell me what's going on. I'm still alive, why would someone exactly like me die? For the first time in half a year, the fat husband mustered up the courage to look directly into the eyes of the nine-headed bird.

"Yes. The nine-headed bird gathered its nine heads, which were as open as a flower disc, leaving only the handsome woman who occasionally appeared during the day. She quietly put down the newly sleeping child in her arms and carefully covered a small quilt. He sat on the edge of the bed.

Just when the fat man was about to lose his patience, the nine-headed bird coldly threw down a sentence: "You have been dead for half a year." ”

The fat gaffer muttered and repeated her words, pinching the back of his much-thinner hand in disbelief. A heart-piercing pain.

The nine-headed bird showed a rare smile: "Who told you that ghosts don't hurt?"

The fat man inhaled and exhaled hard, trying to prove that he was still alive in this way.

The nine-headed bird smiled brighter and brighter: "Who told you that ghosts can't breathe?"

"You say I'm dead, but is there any evidence?"

The nine-headed bird pointed out the window: "That corpse is evidence." ”

Outside the window, the corpse with the same shape as the fat husband half a year ago was staring at the window with empty eyes, and people shuddered.

"When you saw me half a year ago, you were already a dead man. It's just that you don't know it yet. Now the scenery outside the window is just an old shadow cast by the barrier I have planted, just like everything you see in this room is just a replay of what happened before. ”

At this time, the fat husband calmed down: "Then you tell me, how did I die." ”

"The claws of the bird spirit are highly poisonous, which can instantly paralyze people's bodies, so when killing people, it never makes people feel pain, sneak attack from behind, and you die unconsciously, it is reasonable, isn't it?"

"Look, I didn't lie to you. In fact, from the time she calmly told his death, he knew in his heart that he was afraid that he really did not escape that catastrophe. The previous madness and irritability were just uncertain, but when he saw the truth, the fat man calmed down: "I can't imagine that my fat master has not completed his dream of being a hero, so he died in the hands of the bird spirit first, and I am really a little unwilling." ”

"Jiuhuang, what do you want to do with such a ghost here?" Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows of the room, and then an old man tore through the darkness and walked in. In the cracks behind him, there were fires burning everywhere in Shouchun City, and there were constantly armored defenders holding swords in their hands and fighting with the birds flying in the sky.

If there were people in the teahouse that day, they would be surprised to find that the old man in front of him who could tear the enchantment with his hands was the storyteller who told the children some old demon stories in the teahouse.

Now he still has a long beard and gray hair. The body is still the thin kaftan that he was wearing at the beginning.

It's just that his expression is much gloomy than it was at the beginning.

"It's really rare that you can discover my enchantment with your spiritual sense. The nine-headed bird named Nine Phoenix smiled on his beak, but he didn't look at the person who came by.

"Hmph, you don't work hard every day to collect soul sacrifice and refine the Ten Thousand Soul Blood Beads, but you are messing around here, what do you want?"

"You are allowed to waste time in the teahouse, and I am not allowed to raise a ghost to play?" Jiuhuang said with a smile, pointing to the days when the old man was telling stories in the teahouse. At the same time, the spiritual sense moved slightly, and he judged the location of the old man, and a dark black nail shot out quickly, only to hear an explosion. The table in the room was easily split in half.

The candle on the table fell to the ground and was completely extinguished after two flickers, and all that was left in the room was the moonlight from the window.

And the gray-haired old man was already standing beside Jiuhuang, carefully looking at the sleeping child on the bed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "It turned out to be a little mongrel." ”