for evil

It was the second month after the little scholar and the others came back from Nanban that the disaster first appeared.

In Tianyu Village, which has always been stable, a person died inexplicably.The dead man was a traveling businessman who passed by Tianyu Village in the past two days. He died beside the small river in the village. When he was found, his face was beyond recognition. His death was miserable, but none of the goods scattered all over the place were lost...

When the little scholar passed by there, he took a quick look. The river was already crowded with people, and he couldn't see clearly.He didn't stay long, went to Dr. Wu's house to grab the medicine, and hurried back home to make the medicine.

Since Tan Yuan came back from Nanman, he seemed to be in poor health, and he couldn't tell what was wrong, but his face was pale and he couldn't lift his strength.Tan Yuan said calmly that he had contracted a cold, but after two months of recuperation, he still didn't feel better.

The little scholar picked up the medicine, sat beside the bed, and while feeding Tan Yuan the medicine, he muttered, "It is said that a person died by the river, and the death was terrible, the flesh was broken, and I don't know who did it. "

Tan Yuan listened, Shan only asked lightly: "Really?"

The little scholar continued to chatter: "Yes. That person was not from our village. There were many things, but his death was miserable. Everyone said that he must have been killed here by enemies outside seeking revenge. It's also pitiful... I don't know how much hatred it is..."

Tan Yuan took the medicine bowl from the little scholar, drank it down, wiped his mouth, and lay down: "I'll sleep for a while."

The little scholar looked at the empty bowl in his hand, then at Tan Yuan who had closed his eyes, freed up a hand to touch Tan Yuan's forehead, and then compared it with his own forehead, and found that he did not have a fever. Only then did I let go of my heart: "Are you feeling uncomfortable again today?"

Tan Yuan closed his eyes and shook his head: "No, just sleepy."

The little scholar covered Tan Yuan's quilt: "Then you go to sleep, I'll read a book next to you."

Tan Yuan nodded and fell asleep peacefully.

The death of the traveling merchant did not cause an uproar in the peaceful village, and was gradually forgotten by everyone... until two or three months later, another person died in the village.

Everyone in the village who died knew him. He was a well-known unfilial son in Tianyu Village. He was the youngest son of Lao Deng's family. Even the old mother who was paralyzed at home was beaten... The neighbors dared not speak out, and the family had hard-to-recite scriptures.Once, Deng's second child beat his wife the most. Wang, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, ran out crying and stood on the roof of his house, clamoring to commit suicide. He refused to listen to anyone's advice until he saw his six-year-old son. Crying for a mother, my heart softened.After coming down, he took the neighbor's hand and wept endlessly: "It would be great if he died, and we, mother and son, are left to live in peace."

So this time, the death of Deng's second son brought everyone more secret applause.He died on a thunderstorm night with heavy rain, and he also died by the river, his whole body was black.

"Many people said that he was punished for all his bad deeds and was struck by lightning. Maybe it's possible." The little scholar said to Tan Yuan while eating.

Tan Yuan quietly listened to the little scholar.

"Oh, I just feel sorry for Deng's second mother who is paralyzed on the bed. After all, he is his own son. After hearing the news, I cried and cried, and my illness got worse."

Tan Yuan pointed to the food that was about to cool down: "Eat it quickly, the food is going to be cold."

Again and again, the third time, the people in the village took it seriously: the one who died this time was a fool.It was still the riverside of that river, and there were still unrecognizable corpses.

That fool's mother had his head entangled in the umbilical cord when he was born in the early years, and then caught up with dystocia, and gave birth to the child with great effort. As a result, the child lost his mind due to lack of oxygen, and his mother also died after struggling in pain.Only one father pulled the child hard.Later, the father was getting old and weak, and he relaxed his control over his son.That idiot is a nice person, he laughs silly when he sees everyone, and plays with himself. Although he wanders around the village all year round, he has never heard of anyone acting aggressively...

When his father saw the corpse by the river, he rubbed his eyes and lamented repeatedly: "He can still help me sweep the floor and tidy up the house during this period of time. I don't think he is a burden. Two people are always more lively than one..."

In addition to sighing this time, the villagers also became vigilant.

The little scholar sat beside Tan Yuan, and said to him earnestly: "Everyone says that you should avoid going to the river during this time, maybe there are water ghosts in Hanoi who came up to find a substitute! Although you are in good health these days It’s a little bit better, but it’s still recovering from a serious illness, not to mention that it’s still not fully recovered. Maybe the water ghost likes to pick on you.”

Tan Yuan smiled faintly: "Understood."

Xiaoxi came over suddenly after eating, and knocked cautiously on the door of Xu Ming's house.

The little scholar had just cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and looked at Xiaoxi who had a dignified expression in front of him, and was a little stunned: "Why are you here now? Have you eaten yet?"

Seven years have passed, and the young boy who was young back then has turned into a young man with deep thoughts.

Xiaoxi nodded casually, her gaze passed through the little scholar, and landed on Tan Yuan behind him, her expression frightened.He said to the young scholar: "Sir, I came here this time because I have something to say to Mr. Tan."

The little scholar was stunned for a moment, looked at Xiaoxi, then at Tan Yuan, saw Tan Yuan nodded, then smiled and said: "Alright, let's talk, it just happened that Uncle Sun said he didn't have enough firewood, I Just send him some over there."

After the little scholar left, Xiaoxi closed the door and put on a cold expression: "Mr. Tan, where were you at midnight last night?"

Tan Yuan's eyes darkened, and he sat down without changing his expression, looking directly at Xiao Xi: "Of course he is at home."

Xiaoxi said: "Is that true?"

"Naturally." Tan Yuan said, "Otherwise where should I be?"

Xiao Xi said: "Last night, I passed by the riverside, and I happened to see a person, whose back somewhat resembles the Young Master's."

Tan Yuan smiled: "You suspect that I have something to do with that person's death yesterday?"

Xiaoxi lowered her eyebrows: "Don't dare." Fu raised her head again and looked directly at Tan Yuan: "Master is a friend of Mr., and Xiaoxi knows about Mr.'s character, and also remembers his kindness. Mr. has always been with Mr. If there is any danger around me in the future, if Xiaoxi is not able to help in time, I still have to rely on the young master to take care of me."

Tan Yuan watched Xiao Xi leave, and suddenly laughed: This kid is reminding himself!

Little scholars are always confused, but the apprentices taught here are very shrewd...