Chapter 147: The story of a man with a baby looking for his wife (27)
They are twins from the Li family at the end of the village. When they were born, their parents were very happy. They heard that even though their family was not wealthy, their father was still happy to hold a banquet for a day and even spent money to find a teacher to name the two children. .
If life is always illusory, if you take care of it every day, it will definitely become real and happy.
They were also the children their parents expected, but when a plague hit, everything changed.
Chang Yu said: "Fusheng, your dream must be a beautiful dream, I am so envious."
Fusheng replied: "It's just a dream."
But what if the dream is true?
The pain caused by body ulcers has been faintly felt, and it has a tendency to become more and more severe. Even though they have become accustomed to this kind of pain, getting used to it does not mean that the pain can be tolerated.
Chang Yu raised his face and said calmly: "You and I have chosen different paths. We have to walk separately, maybe we can get out of this forest."
Fusheng nodded.
They stood up and let go of each other's hands. Without each other's support, their bodies suddenly became colder.
Before they were born, they had always relied on each other in their mother's belly. After birth, they were inseparable.
Later, they burned their mother's body with their father, and together they killed their father who showed the butcher's knife to them.
They drank the same breast milk to grow up, and were also stained with the blood of their loved ones, turning into a gloomy appearance.
The three words "survive" are not only extremely difficult for them.
Fusheng and Chang Yu were both not used to not being around each other. It was as if they were missing an arm or a leg. Everything was empty and it was difficult to adapt.
But they all have to find a way for themselves.
Fusheng vaguely felt that the dream was a foreshadowing. In the future, he might become a Taoist priest respected by the world and capable of slaying demons. Even if this was just a small trick used by God to make children happy, he seemed to have it. Hope.
The copper coins in his hand constantly reminded him in a positive way that his choice was not wrong. Maybe he would be able to get out of this forest soon.
It was at this moment when dark clouds covered the moon that the night wind sent the twin brothers' cry for help.
Fusheng glanced at the front where he could vaguely see the light. He saw three reversed copper coins appearing in his hand, but turned around and ran over following the sound.
"Chang Yu!"
Fusheng ran to the edge of the hillside, but there was no sign of Chang Yu. A sudden force came from behind. His body lost balance and rolled down the hillside. One of his legs hit a stone, and there was a sound of broken bones.
This time, his already festered skin became even more bloody.
Fusheng raised his bloody face in severe pain and saw only a figure disappearing into the night.
After a long time, the Taoist priest appeared in front of him, "You made the wrong choice."
Therefore, Fu Sheng became a drug boy.
He was put on new clothes, his orifices were sealed with mud, and placed in a jar, which was then tied tightly with thick ropes.
He seems to be dead, but he doesn't seem to be dead.
Every day, every moment, he could hear the sound of people crying and wailing. His seven orifices were sealed, and he should have been unconscious, but the sound lingered in his ears for a long time, and the smell of decay became stronger and stronger. He could only I felt like I had been thrown into the dirtiest place in the world.
Fear, pain, unwillingness, and all kinds of negative emotions tortured him every moment, and his desire to escape became stronger day by day.
At some point, a crack appeared in the jar, and the crack gradually widened. A faint light penetrated, and the black mud covering his eyes fell off, allowing him to see what was outside. Surrounded by a black pool of dirty blood, every person suffering from the disease knelt down sincerely, and the dirty blood on his fingertips dripped into the pool, and all the filthy odors gathered in the middle jar. gathered in his body.
A man kneeling by the pool of blood saw a blood-red eye in the cracked jar. He pointed at the jar and screamed.
As the crowd's screams grew louder and louder, the jar broke bit by bit. He fell into the pool of blood that was half a person's height. He raised his face stained by blood and looked at everything around him in confusion.
The original color of the clothes stained red by blood could not be seen, but his long hair remained as pale as a dead person as if it was not stained by dust. His festering body was soaked in dirty blood. He no longer had the appearance of a human being. appearance.
Dirty, disgusting, and twisted, this is how he appears in front of people.
The Taoist priest casually used the red silk cloth that fell next to him to trap the non-humanoid existence in the blood pool again. It seemed that he could not bear it in his eyes, but when he looked at the hundreds of people around him who were eager to live, his eyes The intolerance disappeared again.
Sacrifice one person to save a city, this choice must not be wrong.
"Don't panic, everyone. The evil spirits spreading the plague have been suppressed and there will be no danger."
The thing in the pool was evil and the real culprit that caused the destruction of everyone's homes. In just that moment, many people were filled with anger and threw the things in their hands towards the things that were tied up and couldn't move.
"God of Plague!"
"It was you who caused my wife and children to lose their lives!"
"If this thing hadn't caused trouble, my child wouldn't have died!"
"It's all your fault. Now I'm the only one left in my family!"
The long white hair almost covered the body that was like rotten flesh, surging in the pool of blood. It was disgusting and terrifying. In the dim light and shadow, the pair of red and turbid eyes were particularly penetrating.
He was looking at the Taoist boy in blue robe standing outside the crowd in the corner.
Tao Tong didn't avert his gaze because he wanted to live, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with doing whatever it took to survive.
And he also believed that if Fusheng had the same dream as him, he would make the same choice as him.
What Chang Yu saw in his dream was the scene of people angrily denouncing Xie Sui, and he in the dream was the "Xie Sui" who had lost his human form.
So he made things change. A small choice changed their fate.
When the crowd dispersed, the Taoist leader stared at the creature trapped in the blood pool, which could be described as squirming flesh and blood, and said: "The Yin energy he absorbed is beyond my imagination, and a Taoist temple must be built here to suppress it."
The Taoist priest left to discuss the construction of the Taoist temple with the mayor and left quickly.
The boy in the green robe always stood in the distance. After what happened, his explanation was meaningless, so he just said: "Fu Sheng, I will live well in your place."
Time flies, and as generations pass by, the stories of the past will be buried in the dust, never to be mentioned again.
But now, Chang Yu stepped into a fictional world full of paper figures and saw the thin boy with white hair and red clothes, and the back of the girl in green skirt who was enveloped by his figure. He suddenly understood, Shout out of control:
"Fu Sheng, you did something!"
"Chu Xiang should be mine!"
"Come back!"
"You can't just-"
"Just leave me behind!"