Chapter 4 Gods
Crack.
The sound of cracking tiles came from above.
Mi Feixue raised her head, her eyes dull and her expression a little confused.
The tiles above the eaves are intact, and the one that was lifted by Ban Lu has been carefully repaired without any abnormalities.
After the brush was dipped in ink, Mi Feixue lowered her head again and thought about it.
[By the way, the porcelain figurine girl holding the heart is about to crack, it is about to crack]
After writing the last stroke, Mi Feixue checked it carefully to make sure there was no typo. Then I carefully dried the ink and closed the diary. I jumped off the chair and inserted the closed diary into a fixed position on the bookshelf behind me.
A child's face appeared on the bookshelf, "Little master, do you want to play some bedtime games?"
Mi Feixue shook her head.
She stretched out her hand and raised her index finger, asking for a blank book.
A book that was just tall enough for her to reach popped out.
Mi Feixue took it out and returned to the desk, picking up the brush but not putting it down.
Her big, dull eyes stared straight at the page, but her thoughts had already wandered far away.
A long time passed.
The child pursed his lips before writing seriously.
"Gods"
She turned to the first page and wrote the most precious words one stroke at a time.
[Her soul has a warm light]
[Her body has a sweet fragrance]
[Her voice is gentler than the evening wind]
[Her fingers are softer than running water]
[It turns out she is a god]
[August is the god of flying snow]< br>
……
Mi August, who was studying the Book of Good and Evil, suddenly had a flash of light in the book of Good and Evil in his hand, and it automatically opened to the title page.
A row of values appeared out of thin air on the blank title page.
[Good and evil value: 10]
Mi August: "Can you explain it?"
The ink font below appears and disappears: The good and evil value is negative. Condemned by God.
After Mi August asked further, there was no response from the page.
In just half a day, I have seen strange things that I have not seen in half a year, and Mi August no longer cares about a book for too long.
Mi August calculated that it was almost time to put the children to bed, so he opened the door and walked out, and unexpectedly saw two figures lying on the ground in the corridor not far away.
"Help...help." Liu Jinbao saw her and desperately reached out for help.
Mi August approached, and the housekeeper appeared out of nowhere, holding a lantern to illuminate her.
Mi August saw Yu Hu falling to the ground in a posture that was almost cut in half. Most people would die long ago like this, but cold sweat was pouring from his forehead and his eyes were rolling under his eyelids. He was clearly still conscious.
Liu Jinbao's injuries were not visible, but in less than ten seconds, he had already wailed three times, clutching his chest and heart.
"Save us, save us." Liu Jinbao's eyes turned white, his consciousness was about to disappear, and he murmured instinctively.
Mi August squatted down and untied the clothes on his chest, revealing the chest he was covering up.
Pure and clean.
Mi August glanced at it and said, "I don't know what disease you are suffering from. How can I save you?"
The soft voice in the cold night warmed the body and mind. Liu Jinbao lost all guard and said, "I feel bad. My heart hurts as if it was broken.”
Mi August glanced at his heart again, thought for a moment and said, "There are no instruments, do you mind if I cut it open and take a look?"
Liu Jinbao was in so much pain that he couldn't hear what she was saying. All he saw was a pair of gentle, watery eyes, and a silly nod.
Mi August stood up and told the housekeeper, "Send them back to the guest room first. I will be there in a moment."
The housekeeper carried the people away one by one.
Mi August continued to go to Mi Feixue's residence. When he arrived at the place, he saw a girl who was wrapped in her hair and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, and a boy who covered his ears with his hands and banged his head on the ground. After a quick glance, she knocked on Mi Feixue's door.
The sound of trotting can be heard through the door.
The door of the room was pushed open from the inside, and Mi Feixue looked up at her from inside.
When Mi August saw that she had changed into pajamas, he touched his head and praised, "Good boy." Then he said, "You go and lie down first, and I'll come over after I deal with a few patients."
Mi Feixue tilted her head. .
Mi August said: "The guest who came today is sick."
Mi Feixue pulled her sleeve with a look of reluctance.
"Okay, let's go and see them tomorrow." Mi August smiled fondly, "Anyway, they look like they won't die for a while."
Mi Feixue, who was so pampered, lowered her head shyly but did not let go of her sleeves.
“Let’s go.” Mi August held her hand and walked in.
The child's room is very simple and clean. The most eye-catching thing is the huge bookshelf that takes up half of the room. There are layers of thread-bound books on the bookshelf.
Most of these books were pre-existing, and a few were written by Mi Feixue himself.
Children like to write very much. When Mi August came here half a year ago, she found that the child always stayed alone in the room and could sit at the desk for a whole day.
After getting to know each other better, Mi August asked Mi Feixue what she wanted to do in the future.
The little child said ignorantly: Write a book.
Mi August praised her as a young scholar, so he planned to save money and find connections to enroll her in a private school.
Now the road is down and paved, but it is inconvenient to use.
Mi August asked the child to lie down on the bed first. He took out a book at random from the bookshelf, sat down on the bed together with the child's expectant look, and opened the book named "Little Lantern".
"Little lantern, white and white, two eyes light up, loves to eat hair, loves to lick cheeks, squeaking is so weird, so weird..." Mi August finished reading along the title page, and looked towards him The child next to her asked, "Newly written?"
Mi Feixue nodded shyly, but the trembling eyelashes on her dull eyes revealed some of her innermost expectations.
Mi August praised: "It's well written and rhymes."
……
outside the house.
A lantern hanging on the corridor fluttered down, and a candle was lit inside. The candle swayed and made overlapping shadows, like two eyeballs, falling directly on Ban Lu's head. .
Crash.
The lantern opened a mouth and wrapped Banlu's hair.
His hair was burned by the candlelight inside like a powerful enemy, revealing Ban Lu’s face.
Ban Lu thought he had escaped, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the flaming mouth of the lantern.
“Ahhhhh!”
A tongue of fire stretched out from the lantern and licked her face.
Zi——
The skin that was licked was burnt red.
Ban Lu and his party burst into tears, whether it was pain or fear.
"Woo, woo, help, help!!!"
(End of this chapter)