Chapter 160 I like my little princess very much
Xiao Baojing: "..."
She?
Take a bunch of corpses home? !
She can't do it!
She can't pack all these corpses and take them back, right? !
Not to mention whether it is scammering or not, I don’t respect the corpse itself!
"I——"
Before refusing, the old man suddenly clenched her hand: "You want to take them home!"
He was emotional Excited and coughed violently. His thin body arched like a cooked river shrimp. His high and raised cheeks were extremely flushed and weak. He reached out to take a cigarette but couldn't find it because of his trembling.
Xiao Baojing helped him light a dry tobacco pipe.
The old man lowered his head and smoked, suppressed the hoarseness of his throat, and murmured, "You want to take them home..."
Xiao Baojing walked to the corner of the wall.
She uncovered the white cloth.
Five or six corpses, whose internal organs were hollowed out, sealed with special potions, and they just lay quietly on the ground.
There are women, elderly people, and two children inside.
The child is a normal human look, but there is a pair of animal ears. He is probably the child of a wealthy family. Although he was plundered from collars, bracelets and other objects, he can see that the material of the flowery jacket on his body is extremely well-known. OK, it was cleaned up, and there was still half a bit of candied haws hidden in the sleeves.
Xiao Baojing was a little unacceptable: "The officers and soldiers of the Eastern Wei Dynasty killed even children?"
"No matter men, women, young and old, any monster will die." The old man said hoarsely, " The two of them were originally monsters living in the Prime Minister's Mansion. The Prime Minister's wife had no children and treated them as her own. The two little monsters were also extremely filial and no different from others. Later, the Prime Minister's wife had her own children. But they only thought it was the blessings they brought to, so they still loved them well. Unexpectedly, the officers and soldiers did not distinguish between good and bad, and did not care about the high position and power of the Prime Minister's Mansion, they only asked the demon-subduing master to kill them... Poor Prime Minister's wife The heart of loving my son is about to be blinded by crying. The prime minister is grateful to his wife for loving her son, so he privately spent a lot of money to ask me to take my two children back for a good burial. "
Xiao Baojing squatted beside the corpse .
In the world of mountain spirits and wild monsters, there is no saying that falling leaves return to their roots.
But for the Prime Minister's wife, she had no mountain spirits and wild monsters in her eyes, only two pitiful children who died tragically. She really wanted her children to return to her and make peace. .
Xiao Baojing looked at the flowery jackets on the two little monsters.
It was probably sewn by the Prime Minister herself. The stitches were not very exquisite and beautiful, but they could be called fine and dense. She could almost imagine the posture of a woman sitting under the lamp and staying up late to sew clothes.
Xiao Baojing sighed quietly.
If she had been a demon, she would probably not be able to understand the mood of the Prime Minister's wife.
But she was a person for eighteen years.
Although she felt it was troublesome, she still took on the job as if she had accepted her fate.
She said slowly: "Although I can promise you, I dare not promise whether I can deliver it to my home in the end. You also know that I am a weak woman with no power to tie a chicken, It is very difficult for so many people to get on the road."
"No weak woman in the world dares to run to Qingfengling alone." The old man coughed, "And there is no need to panic for a girl, I'm going to be myself. Will help you."
"But you are going to die, why should you help me?"
The old man took out a small bottle of medicine from his sleeve.
Xiao Baojing was curious: "What's this?"
The old man took a few sips of cigarettes, drooped his eyelids and said, "Our corpse-driver's secret medicine."
The old man took a few sips of cigarettes hard, and said with his eyelids drooping, "We are the secret medicine for the corpse-driver."
"What's the purpose?"
"After taking it, the undead person can maintain his will to go home and cooperate with the corpse-driver to go home. This method is also called rushing to live zombies."
Xiao Baojing opened the lid of the medicine bottle and smelled it. , wondered, "Who do you want to give me?"
The old man had a expressionless face: "I."
Xiao Baojing was stunned.
The cold wind blew the snow sludge, dyeing the old man's hair white.
The morning light shone in, and the old man's face was calm and peaceful, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be smoothed out by the wind and snow. He was always dark, but at this moment he showed a strange gentleness like jade.
He said lightly: "I promised my wife at home to go home during the first lunar month. Now it's the seventeenth day of the first lunar month. I think I can catch up. You are picking a bamboo pole in front of me, and I am a living zombie. Follow behind and take care of these people who are going home for you, so that you can't worry about the whole journey."
Xiao Baojing: "..." She traveled to this world where the country is full of war and demons, and she not only had to beware of bad people She also has to learn to drive away corpses when she is with the ferocious beast!
No, she belongs to this world!
Xiao Baojing took a deep breath: "Then, okay! Let's go on the road now?"
"What's the hurry? I haven't taught you what to pay attention to."
The old man was smoking a tobacco bag , carefully taught Xiao Baojing the taboos to pay attention to on the road, and then took out a wrinkled piece of paper from his sleeve, with everyone's name and home address written on it.
In the end, he took a burnt branch and wrote down his name and address crookedly on the paper.
After doing all this, he endured the heart-wrenching cough, took the last sip of cigarette, snatched the bottle of medicine and drank it all.
Xiao Baojing held the wrinkled piece of paper.
When I was in school, I wrote down my name and home address countless times in the registration book sent by my teachers.
But never once did she feel so deeply that her name and address were so important.
That is a place where you will be worried about leaving thousands of miles.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
That's a place to go back even if you die.
Xiao Baojing's nose tip is inexplicably sour.
She arranged him at the end of the bamboo pole according to the old man's instructions.
The sky was bright outside the dilapidated temple, and it was not long before it gradually became darker. Pure white snow was faintly floating in the night.
Xiao Baojing was on the way in the middle of the night.
She picked up the bamboo pole.
The thin and thin shoulders sank slightly.
She barely stood firm after stepping on the floor tiles.
She couldn't help but murmur, "You are lucky to meet me. If you were an ordinary person, not to mention a little girl, even a middle-aged man might not be able to carry such a heavy burden... …”
She complained, but her steps were solid.
The embroidered shoes slowly stepped out of the threshold of the broken temple.
Facing with the snow and moonlight, Xiao Baojing jing jingled the copper bell on his waist.
She shouted loudly according to the old man's advice: "The sky is dry, be careful of the fire! When old friends come home, passers-by avoid it!"
The sky is full of paper money.
"Go home—!!"
The girl's crisp sound as silver bells echoed between the mountains and fields.
She thought she would definitely take everyone home.
The ruined temple was gradually left behind.
The young man with a Taoist robe and a flower-wearing man appeared in the temple.
He walked out of the threshold with his hands in his arms, and watched Xiao Baojing disappear deep in the mountains with a smile.
"My little princess is so soft-hearted and kind."
"I like it very much."
"I like it very much!"
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Xiao Baojing According to the content written on the note, the people were sent home one by one, and finally came to the capital of the Eastern Wei Dynasty and sent the pair of monsters to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The Prime Minister's wife cried so hard that she called "my son" in a stack of voices, rubbing their little hands that warmed them over and over again, staring at them with tears in her eyes, as if she hoped that they could open their eyes and call her sweetly. Mother".
(This chapter ends)