Hurrying to catch up with the shepherd boy, before he could speak, a rain of rocks fell in all directions, and four immature shouts of killing surrounded him.

The corners of Xie Junhe's mouth raised, and he grabbed the shepherd boy's collar and raised it above his head.

"Ah, uncle, let me go!" the surrounding babies were dumbfounded.

As soon as he let go, the shepherd boy landed firmly on the cow's back. "How do the babies in your village treat their guests?" Xie Junhe shook the mud on his body and glanced at the five mud children lined up in front of him. The eldest was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the youngest was probably this shepherd boy, who was only six or seven years old, and was barefoot on a cold day.

Wa'er also glared at him with the same eyes as him, and the little mud faces that refused to admit defeat pouted and gritted their teeth. One of the children pushed his companion: "Look at the sword in his waist, he must be a bad guy again!"

"Why, there are often bad guys with swords bullying you?"

"Grandpa said that whoever has a sword in his waist must be a bad person. When the shepherd boy answered, the remaining four children escaped into the bushes without a trace.

"Hey!" cried the shepherd boy into the bushes, apparently no one to talk to. "It's all unjust. ”

"Do you still know how to talk about righteousness?" Looking at his loach-like height, Xie Junhe couldn't help but pinch his round and tender little face, "Why are people in the village afraid of swords hanging from their waists?"

"Grandpa said, they're going to eat people!"

"Let's go, take me to your grandfather. ”

"No, how do I know you're not a bad person?"

Xie Junhe smiled dumbly: "If I were a bad person, I would have eaten you a long time ago!"

"I'm not afraid of you being a bad person. The shepherd boy took out the slingshot from his waist and held it in the palm of his hand, with the grace of escorting the prisoner. "Go ahead, listen to me!" the whip slashed lightly across the ground, and the old cow heard the sound and walked slowly. It was the first time Xie Junhe was escorted away by a child, and he really wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh: "What's your name?"

"Mo'er. ”

Xie Junhe's gaze fell on the object on the shepherd boy's neck. It was a rusty, blackened cross dart wrapped in red thread and hung around its neck as a necklace pendant. "Where did this thing come from?"

"In the mountains, that haunted place. It's the direction you're coming from. Don't tell my grandfather, the adults won't let us go. ”

"It's haunted?"

"As the adults said, there are ghosts there, and there are ghosts every night. ”

"And you're going?"

The mischievous child's voice was quite complacent: "Let's go to war, besides, ghosts come out at night, and during the day, ghosts hide when they see the sun." Don't be afraid!"

Xie Jun and Ying laughed twice: "I still have a different one, how about changing it with you?" said as he took out a silver willow leaf dart from the bottom of his sleeve, reflecting a dazzling brilliance in the afterglow of the setting sun. It was a secret weapon unique to the Tang family.

The shepherd boy was overjoyed, and immediately generously took out a silver cross dart from his bosom: "I will exchange the new one with you for the new one, and you will not suffer any loss." Then he held the willow leaf dart in the palm of his hand and played with it repeatedly, "I have also seen one of this shape, black and rusty." As a result, they were snatched away by the big tigers, and they said it was strange. ”

Xie Junhe stared at the silver cross dart, his expression becoming more and more gloomy. This is by no means good news. Could it be that the Song family's fire has never been quiet to this day? He couldn't bear to tell the children how many living souls they had taken from the playthings in their hands.

When we finally arrived at the village before dark, there were only six families scattered around. Xie Junhe's arrival seems to have been communicated by the children in advance. Houses are closed, and they don't even light a lamp. There was no human voice in the village except for the crowing of chickens and dogs.

The child stopped in front of the dilapidated courtyard and bolted the cow. The low courtyard wall was a large area of lodging, and it was only built with stones, and it was enclosed with a fence and thatched. When the wind blows, the thatch on the house flies around, blowing one layer and one layer less.

"Grandpa, there's a guest!" the room was lit up dimly. It didn't take long for the lights of the surrounding people to turn on one by one. Footsteps staggered behind the wooden door.

"Uncle, passing through here, spend the night. ”

Behind the wooden door was a pair of black holes, confused eyes. "Come in......" a dry, hoarse voice came from the thin body. The back was hunched like a mountain peak.

Xie Junhe stepped into the four-walled room, and couldn't even find a place to sit.

"Close the door, don't bring the ghost from the outside in. ”

Xie Junhe closed the door suspiciously.

"From where?"

"East. ”

"...... to the east" trembling voice was filled with fear, and the old man cowered in the corner and trembled, "To the east is the sea of fire, the sea of fire of demons...... How can you come from the east......"

"There is no fire left in the east. Xie Junhe tried to get closer, but the fear aroused even stronger, and the old man pointed directly at his sword and shouted: "Demon with a knife, you are a demon with a knife!

Xie Jun reconciled and rested his sword in the dark place by the door, and the old man's expression recovered a little, but he still muttered indistinctly: "East...... The Devil's Five-Colored Fire ...... Can't say, can't say. ”

"Old man, what happened in the east?"

There was no sound of answer, the old man just immersed himself in his own world, and muttered in a voice that almost no one could hear: "The murderer with a knife, riding a fire unicorn, does not leave a living mouth...... There is no way to save it, hellfire...... Blood, black blood everywhere...... Can't say, can't say ......"

Xie Junhe knew that he couldn't ask anything, he was just a crazy old man in front of him.

"Grandpa is sick again. Mo'er came in from outside the door and brought a bowl of hot tea and a bowl of medicinal soup. The hot tea was brought to Xie Junhe's hand, and the medicinal soup was placed in front of his grandfather, coaxing him to drink it little by little like a child. There was also a slightly old farmer behind him: "Mo'er, why did you bring a stranger?"

Mo'er smiled lightly: "Uncle, it's okay." Uncle is not bad, besides, leave him alone in the east, what if there is really a ghost in the middle of the night?"

The farmer glanced at Xie Junhe and frowned slightly: "Let the guest see a smile." There are no strangers here. Restless. ”

"To the east?"

The farmer smiled faintly: "No one wants to live in this hellish place." Something must happen to a stranger. A few decades ago, the big village of more than 100 families died and walked, and now, there are only a few families you see. ”

"The old man is not very sick, why don't you invite a man?"

"No one dared to come. When he was sober, he was already a well-known Langzhong. The old man stopped talking to himself, drank the medicine, and gradually fell asleep. The farmer shook his head helplessly: "I heard that he was like this a few days after the fire, let alone treating other people's diseases." ”

"The Song family's fire?"

The farmer still shook his head: "There are many people dead, and I heard from the people who went to clean up the fire that the fire was so big that they were all locked in the hall and burned alive, and I didn't see a living person come out." Unrecognizable, the bones are hard to identify. No wonder the ghosts are haunted. ”

"Won't the government check the clues of the murderer?"

The farmer sneered: "Those who have seen the fire are either crazy or dead, and those who come to investigate the case will not live for three days and then escape without a trace." The old ones are almost no longer alive - even if they are just people who clean up the fire, except for the coffin lying in the field, they have been lost in the mountains for some reason and never come out, and the only one alive is this crazy old man. All that everyone knows now is a patchwork of rumors. ”

"The Song family, there really isn't a single living mouth? It's too ruthless......"

"There is one who is alive, if the child is still alive......"

"Child?" Xie Junhe's face changed, "What kind of child?"

"A boy of about ten years old, with a baby, said it was his sister. When I came to Lang Zhong that day, it was about my sister who was sick. Everyone was curious to come and see. The boy said that he was playing in the mountains and got lost, but he didn't realize that his home had been burned down. Everyone suspected that he was from the Song family, but the young man only said that he didn't know anything about the Song family, so he took his sister and left, and no one saw him again. The day after treating the baby, Lang Zhong ......"

A small bell came slowly from outside the courtyard, approaching strangely. The farmer suddenly stopped and smiled fearfully: "I've talked too much. ”