demon son

On the last day of summer in 2000, the weather was extremely sultry, with dark clouds domineeringly entrenched in the sky, which made people almost breathless. All the noisy birds and insects were hidden, and the air was full of suffocating quiet.

Under the shade of the trees, several elderly old men and women were shaking cattail fans, chatting about the weird weather this year.In front of them is a large expanse of rice fields that are about to be harvested. The ears of rice that have begun to turn yellow slightly lower their heavy heads and spread to the foot of the mountain in the distance.Probably because the weather this year was too hot and dry, the lush trees on the mountain seemed a little wilted, and occasionally a gust of wind blew through them, shaking their branches and leaves feebly.

Suddenly, a strange wind blew from the mountain, and the sky changed suddenly. A purple-red lightning instantly tore through the sky and slashed straight into the forest.The bean-sized raindrops are about to pour down in the blink of an eye. The old men and women who were still enjoying the shade in the shade of the trees grabbed the cattail fans and the small benches under their buttocks, and scattered away. Mixed with strange sounds.

almost at the same time.

In the village, Aunt Mo, who was dancing in front of the statue of the Great Immortal Huang, felt inexplicably terrified, and almost made a mistake. Fortunately, she is an old man, so she was easily fooled.

However, even though she was fooling around, she always felt that something was about to happen. After the left eye jumped and the right eye jumped, until the guests were sent away, she was still a little uneasy.

She glanced at the big tree that was about to be blown off by the strong wind outside the window, couldn't help but muttered words, and pinched her fingers to count.

"Huh—" Aunt Mo exclaimed, her chubby face was filled with prudence and...unbelievable.

Your son is coming.

How can it be?

Her men have been dead for more than ten years, and her only son refused to listen to her advice a few years ago and insisted on joining the army. As a result, he unfortunately died two years ago while fighting against floods. Now the small tree on the grave is about to have her wrist Rough.She is also in her fifties this year, not to mention she doesn't have the heart, even if she does, she reckons she won't be able to give birth.

Where did your son come from?

Aunt Mo sighed, and sure enough her practice was still not up to par.

The man's son was dead, and someone else would have lived a miserable life. Aunt Mo not only lived well, but also lived a good life as a child. At least, she was no worse than any family in the village.Of course, there were people who gossiped about her behind her back, but those people only dared to talk behind her back, and they didn't even dare to fart in front of her.

It is no exaggeration to say that Aunt Mo is one of the most respected people in Xiajia Village. Sometimes, her words are even more useful than those of the village chief.

Although Aunt Mo is optimistic by nature, such weather always reminds her of her husband and son.They all walked in this kind of ghost weather, but she had a premonition, but she couldn't stop it.

The destiny cannot be violated.

Aunt Mo couldn't help but sighed again, made two or three small dishes at random, took out the treasured medicinal wine, poured two cups, and offered one cup respectfully in front of Huang Daxian's Dharma, while she took the other cup and served it with peanuts, fried rice Drink the meat.

Unknowingly, the rain gradually stopped.

The cool summer wind blew away the dark clouds in the sky, and the silver moonlight slowly enveloped the quiet and peaceful small village.

Xiajia Village is a bit far from the city, and power outages are common on rainy days.The night after the rain was rarely cool, and everyone in the village went to bed early.

Aunt Mo was in a bad mood and drank a little too much. She lit the mosquito coil and was about to go to sleep when she suddenly heard a sound like claws scratching the door from outside.

Xiajia Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the village is located at the foot of the mountain. People in the village have to keep some cats and dogs in the house. Occasionally, small animals on the mountain will come to the village to steal food.A few years ago, there were wild boars that ran into the village to cause trouble. Of course, in the end, the wild boar did not escape the swift skill of the villagers and was caught on the spot.As one of the most respected people in the village, Aunt Mo even shared a pig thigh.

Aunt Mo didn't want to pay attention to the movement outside at first, but the sound of scratching the door became more and more urgent, there was a commotion from the chicken coop, and her big black dog, which can be regarded as the most dominant dog in the village, even let out a pitiful sound. whining.

Could it be that the Daxian is here?

Aunt Mo sat up from the bed in a jiffy, and rushed out with an agility that completely didn't match her body shape.

Opening the door, Aunt Mo looked at the weasel outside the door that was as big as her Dahei, and couldn't help blurting out: "Daxian, why are you here?"

For the first time, Huang Daxian, who was born with a thief-like face, did not ask Aunt Mo for an offering as usual. Instead, he took out a half-new basket from behind. Aunt Mo recognized this basket, but it was the one she lost a few days ago ?It contained dozens of eggs that she planned to use to hatch the chicks.

Of course, at this moment, whether it is the basket or the eggs, it is not the point.

The point is that there is a milk doll lying in the basket.

A newborn milk doll whose body was purple from the cold and dying.

Your son is coming.

Aunt Mo's brain exploded, and a frightening light burst out of her eyes.