Chapter 209 We are the same kind
This place is dilapidated, deserted, and dead.
It was as if the moonlight from the outside world couldn't shine in, and the falling snow couldn't drift in either.
Only black frozen soil was seen, with yellow and fallen leaves all over the ground, swept by the cold wind that came from nowhere, making the ground desolate.
But there are people living in this alley.
The temporary houses made of thatched grass were exposed to the wind and cold, and the small bonfire seemed to be the only light in this small world.
Bailian stopped and looked quietly at the old man beside the bonfire, who was feeding his granddaughter water with trembling hands. His eyes were filled with sadness and vicissitudes of life, and he said: "Baby, grandpa is sorry for you."
It is hard to imagine that there is such a small and dangerous place in Xianling City.
A dark wind rises in the back alleys of heaven and earth, and the night fog lingers in the valleys.
The cold wind is blowing, and the sound of the wind is sometimes far away and sometimes close.
Faintly, from the west, the faint and indistinguishable sound of a child crying could be heard.
The long, deep and ruined road and the withered old alley seem to have become a forgotten and dark corner of the immortal city that never sleeps.
The bright lights of prosperity are enough to illuminate the long night. The stars are vast, but there is no bright light to give to this small world of dark alleys.
There was a faint glow from the stove, which shone on the old gentleman's face, making his facial features even more hazy and unclear.
The granddaughter of the old storyteller saw blood tonight. She seemed to be frightened and was unconscious. Before she could recover, the old man gave her some water, but she didn’t take a sip of it and it all spilled out from her lips.
The little girl pursed her blue lips tightly and made a strange muffled sound.
Bailian stood with an umbrella and whispered: "Old sir."
The storyteller who was feeding his grandson water and wiping the wet spots on his lips was slightly startled, as if he had been ignored. He was startled by the sudden call.
But he quickly calmed down and put down the old porcelain bowl with a small mouth missing in his hand.
He straightened his sleeves and looked at the young man under the dim light: "Young Master, it's late at night. All kinds of evil things happened tonight, and it's not safe to wander outside."
The night wind swayed the firelight, pulling the shadows between the sloping walls on the ground into the gloomy darkness.
Bailian lowered his head and looked at the swaying shadow under his feet. He took out a piece of Allegro from his sleeve: "The old gentleman was walking in a hurry and forgot this."
Storytelling The husband touched his granddaughter's hair, his face showing With a smile, he immediately stood up to greet him with a grateful look on his face: "Thank you, young master, for sending me specially."
He stretched out his hand to take it, but the hand that Balian handed out suddenly dropped, holding the palm of Allegro's hand. Hidden by the big sleeves, it can no longer be seen.
The storyteller looked stunned.
Balian nodded slightly to him and said, "But I suddenly remembered that this belongs to the little girl."
As he said that, he bypassed the storyteller and walked straight into the simple room. Under the doorless tiled roof.
He knelt down and looked intently at the lost little girl by the stove.
The corner of my eye glanced at the grass-strewn ground, but he did not return the Allegro. He smiled gently at her and said softly: "Don't be afraid."
In the darkness of the night, his pair of dark eyes, which were larger than ordinary people, should have been eerie and creepy.
But his smile, gentle words and drizzle, like the light, wind and moonlight, dispelled the invisible cold and weird feeling around him.
The little girl nestled in the corner stopped trembling, her tightly pursed lips loosened slightly, but she immediately gritted her teeth again.
The palms in Bailian’s sleeves moved lightly.
The little girl's face suddenly became extremely panicked, as if she were facing a nightmare, and her face was covered with sweat.
However, when Balian opened his palm, it turned out to be a piece of butter sugar that looked like a fat white rabbit. It was very cute and interesting.
A sweet scent of sugar drifted in the night wind.
The little girl was obviously stunned, but her expression was no longer confused and frightened. Her eyes fell on the white butter sugar in his palm, and she swallowed unconsciously.
A child from a poor family like her cannot afford to eat this kind of fine butter sugar. She timidly stretched out a hand. Her fingers were covered with chilblains and blood blisters from years of playing allegro and playing the erhu. It was sad to see.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, he realized something again. He took his hand back and wiped it carefully on the corner of his clothes.
Wiping his fingers as clean as possible, he picked up the White Rabbit butter candy as if he had found a treasure.
A happy smile appeared on the small face.
She looked at the lovely butter sugar over and over again, but was reluctant to taste it.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m reluctant to eat it or for some other reason.
The moon is high in the sky, but hardly a ray of desolate moonlight shines into this deserted alley.
Baili looked at the little girl quietly for a long time, and suddenly said: "Old sir, your granddaughter can't speak?"
Whether it was in the inn or here, he seemed to have never heard of this. The little girl said something.
Except for the screams and screams.
He never heard her say a word.
The old man's voice came from behind with emotion: "Oh, my little granddaughter was born with mute disease. They say that Xianling City is a magical city where immortals live. Anyone who is sick, seriously injured or dying , if you can afford to enter the city, live and cultivate in the city, you can be blessed by the immortals, live a long and healthy life, and not be afraid of suffering. "
Bailian said: "But it seems that the old gentleman is disappointed."
The storyteller smiled and said: "It's not disappointing at all. At least since we entered the city, our grandfather and grandson have been hungry even if they stayed overnight. I have never suffered from a fatal disease.”
At this moment, the hot water is boiling on the stove, and the sound of boiling water can be heard in the quiet night.
"Really?" Balian lowered his eyes and rubbed the Allegro with his fingers in his sleeves. There were barbs on the rough surface of the board, which pricked his hands.
He said: "I don't know what kind of mute disease in the world can prevent people from opening their mouths to eat."
The old gentleman said: "I am used to living in poverty, and I can't bear to eat good food."
Bailian said: "There are many spectators in the audience today, and there are also many rewards."
< br>The old man had no voice this time.
Bailian continued: "But the old gentleman didn't take any money. Even though there was a murder, he didn't take any money. Is it because you are too panicked, or you don't need it at all?" That money? "
There were footsteps behind him, and the shadow of the storyteller slowly approached Bailian's back.
His tone remained the same as before: "Young Master, this is your first time to enter Xianling City, right? A murder like tonight is actually not uncommon for Xianling Border City.
But even if it is not uncommon, this does not mean that people's fear will become accustomed to it. Relaxation will only deepen the fear in my heart. I was very scared just now, because life is more important than money."
Bailian didn't pay attention to the approach of the man behind him. He picked up a piece of grass from the ground and scratched it with his fingernails. Break the pulp of your finger, smear the blood on the grass and trees, and use it to light it in the stove.
Slowly burning vegetation was placed in front of the little girl, and wisps of smoke mixed with the faint scent of blood lingered on the tip of the girl's nose.
The wisp of smoke was inhaled by the girl. Her panicked brows became peaceful, but her throat squirmed uneasily, and then her expression changed.
"Wow!!!" With a cry, he spit out a pair of eyes mixed with smelly juice and blood, and fell to the ground gurglingly.
In the bloody water, you can still see a few corpse insects drilling in the arch.
After finally opening her mouth, the little girl's face was distorted and she kept coughing, but she could only make weird sounds.
Bailian saw that the tongue in her mouth had already been uprooted.
No wonder I can’t speak.
A cool breath blew on the back of his neck, and the storyteller who was very close to him chuckled, seemingly surprised: "Why can your blood raise ghosts? It seems that we are the same kind."
After a sleepless night, trembling and thinking wildly, alas...
(End of this chapter)