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The incense seals made of special materials were lit, and the cigarette smoke hovered up, drawing a series of shifting and shifting runes in midair.

According to Lian Zhu Xian's instruction, Feng Zhangjun closed his eyes and let the aroma enter the brain along the nasal cavity, where it played a wonderful role.

At first, there was only darkness, and gradually began to have a little light, as if urging Feng Zhangjun to open his eyes.So, he found that he had already left the narrow room in the basement of the Siguo building.

At this moment in front of him, the twilight merged.A huge full moon above the head cast a clear light, which fell on a large desolate and vast field.

"This is Huaiyuan's memory." Lian Zhuxian's voice came from behind him.

Feng Zhangjun turned around and found a completely different scene - opposite the barren field was a village, or it would be more accurate to call it a "ruin".Those low and simple thatched huts are all crumbling here and there, but they are just a pile of rotten wood and waste soil supporting each other.

In the ear, the whistling of Shuofeng became louder and louder, and it also sent indistinct voices.

Lian Zhuxian and Feng Zhangjun exchanged a look, followed the movement and walked into the depths of the ruins.

There are many dead bodies.

Judging from their clothes, they should all be villagers here, and some of them are still holding broken farm tools.At least a few days had passed since this massacre, most of the corpses were blue, a few had begun to swell, and there were even traces of being eaten by wild beasts.

"It was done by a ghoul." Lian Zhuxian quickly found one of the real culprits - he pointed to a headless naked corpse by the side of the road.Although it has been scorched black by the flames, it can still see weird long hands and feet, a huge body and scattered fangs.

On the night of the full moon in the cold winter, the yin energy is at its peak, and demons and demons run rampant together.The more remote and weak a village is, the easier it is to become the prey of demons.Regardless of the Yuncang Sect or the Five Immortals Sect, they will always hunt frequently in winter, specifically to kill these ferocious and hungry monsters and save innocent lives from between the blood teeth.

"There's someone ahead."

Following Lian Zhuxian's guidance, Feng Zhangjun also saw it.About ten feet away stood four or five human beings, all wearing moon white robes, awe-inspiring and noble, like the moonlight falling into the mortal world.

It was Yun Cang who sent the winter hunting team.

"Can they see us?" Feng Zhangjun asked.

Lian Zhu Xian shook his head: "We are just spectators."

While talking, the two walked to the side of those Yuncangmen.

When they got closer, they realized that these people were facing a collapsed wooden house.

There are people crushed in the ruins, many, many people.

The first thing Lian Zhuxian saw clearly was a bluish-white, slender arm, painted with bright red Kodan, but it stretched out into the air stiffly and helplessly, as if he was still trying to grab something at the last moment of his life.

Immediately afterwards, there are overlapping and dense limbs.

Almost all women and children.

The disciples of the Yuncang faction whispered to each other.According to what they said, after the village was attacked, they arranged for middle-aged men to go out to defend against the enemy, while letting the old and weak women and children hide in this wooden house in the center of the village.However, the village eventually fell, and these powerless lives finally disappeared in the playful massacre after the demons gluttonously feasted on them.

"Master, I seem to hear crying." A childish voice suddenly appeared.

It was only then that Lian Zhu Xian realized that those members of the Yuncang Sect were also accompanied by a six or seven-year-old Taoist boy, who was pointing in the direction of the ruins, with concerned and nervous expressions on their faces.

Several members of the Yuncang sect did not ignore Daotong's words, discussed a few words and immediately started searching.

Jomo moved seven or eight corpses away, and a cavity supported by wooden cabinets and table boards appeared under the ruins.Sitting in the cave was a distorted female corpse, tightly holding a three or four-year-old boy in her arms.

It took a lot of effort for the crowd to pull the boy out of the dead woman's arms, and another doorman took off his robe to wrap him up, melted the elixir into water, and barely fed some of it.

After about a cup of tea, the boy's face gradually eased from bruise, but instead he stopped crying and fell asleep peacefully.

The gatekeeper held the boy and showed it to the Taoist boy: "Since you heard his cry, then his second life was born because of you. Come and name him."

Xiao Daotong looked at his master seriously, and then at the boy: "This place is called Huaiyuan Village, Master, why not just call him Huaiyuan."

It turns out that this is Huaiyuan's life experience...

Although he knew that everything in the past was doomed, Lian Zhu Xian still felt relieved to see the boy saved.

He peeked at Feng Zhangjun again, only to find that the man was thinking.

At this moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly became blurred, like wind blowing across the water, disturbing the reflection in a pool.

Lian Zhuxian was about to remind Mr. Fengzhang not to be surprised, but soon everything became clear again.

They had already left the ruins of the deserted village under the moonlight and entered a room.

Lian Zhuxian was still observing the surrounding furnishings, but Feng Zhangjun had already reported the answer: "This is Yuncang Peak, Jujing Hall."

This is a guest room in the Jujing Hall of Yuncang Peak, which is simple and clean.The patient who stayed here was the boy who had been rescued from the pile of corpses before.

Jujingtang's medical skills are excellent, the boy's complexion has become healthier, but his body is still surprisingly thin.He was lying on a big bed like a kitten, covered in bandages and splinted on his legs, but he didn't cry or make a fuss, sleeping quietly and lethargic, like a dummy.

Lian Zhu Xian commented silently: such a quiet child, I really can't see that he will become crazy like that in the future.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open.The little boy from the ruins came in with the soup.

Huaiyuan was still asleep on the bed, Daotong thought twice and put the medicine on the table beside him.

But just after he finished taking the medicine, he turned around and found that Huaiyuan had already woken up.Waking up quietly, neither speaking nor moving, just staring at a pair of eyes.

Due to his extreme emaciation, Huaiyuan's eyes were a bit scary.Being stared at by his bloodshot, lifeless eyes will soon produce an indescribable sense of terror.

That Daotong was obviously a little hairy, he took half a step back first, and then he mustered up the courage to approach the bed.

"My... name is Zeng Shan." He introduced himself: "I found you in the village. Master asked me to take care of you. Don't be afraid, since you have entered Yuncang, everything will be fine."

"This... is actually a girl?" No wonder Lian Zhuxian was surprised, this Taoist boy looked like a boy no matter in his clothes or description.

"She is that Zeng Shan." Feng Zhangjun confirmed that he heard correctly.

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The initial relationship between Zeng Shan and Huaiyuan does not seem to be as "close" as it was at the end.More precisely, the problem should be on Huaiyuan's side.

He was buried alive in the pile of corpses for three days, regardless of hunger and cold.Huaiyuan had several fractures and wounds on his body, and suffered severe blows to the head. He had no memory of his life experience or family members at all.

Due to the long-term contact with the dead body, large sores developed on his back, festering and pus-feeding, which caused headaches for the doctors of Jujingtang.

Normally, children of this age would cry endlessly if they felt a little unwell, which attracted the attention and love of adults.However, Huaiyuan did the opposite, let alone tears, and even seldom wrinkled his brows.Most of the time, he maintained a blank and empty expression, staring at others in a daze.

Three or four-year-old children have limited language skills, and now they can't even cry, so it becomes a great trouble to communicate with him for treatment.

The doctors at Jujingtang only treated him as a child who couldn't even understand words, and often discussed his condition in front of him after the consultation.

They generally think that he was overly frightened and closed his heart; or he was simply sucked away by monsters. Even if he grows up safely in the future, he will become cold, cruel and even bloodthirsty because of the lack of personality. will be a good guy.

When they were predicting the future, Huaiyuan was just like a doll, staring at his toes expressionlessly.

The doctors left in a burst of sighs.The small ward was quiet again.

In such silence, there was movement in Huaiyuan.

Slow as a snail's squirm at first, he clenched his fist and pounded on the bed.

The small fist landed on the soft bed sheet without making a sound.

Huaiyuan looked at his fist, then at the bed, and moved his gaze to the railing at the head of the bed.

Another punch, with greater force, resulted in a muffled "boom".

Huaiyuan withdrew his hand, looked at his fist and the fence, as if he was confused about something, but he couldn't explain it in words.

The third punch, the fourth punch...

The thumping sounds in the ward became more and more intense.Yingluo's bamboo bed even creaked under the weight.However, Huaiyuan became more and more insane as if possessed by a demon, and directly hit his head against the bed board.

One, two, three...

The bamboo bed board seemed too flexible, so he got out of the bed again and pushed the wooden table legs vigorously. After two or three pushes, he shook a cup on the edge of the table and smashed it to pieces.

Huaiyuan glanced at the shards and stepped on them!

The sound of the tiles being crushed on the soles of the feet made one's scalp tingle.Lian Zhu Xian could clearly see the bright red blood oozing from the soles of Huaiyuan's feet.

But the boy still had no expression on his face, as if it was another person who was injured and had nothing to do with him.

"His body is probably unconscious, so naturally he can't respond properly." Feng Zhangjun revealed the truth: "Just as a blind person can't perceive colors, Huaiyuan can't understand the emotions generated by pain. This will bring him pain. There is a huge communication barrier."

Right at this point, the door was pushed open again.

The person who came was still Zeng Shan, holding a plate of snacks in his hand.Noticing the mess all over the floor, she quickly put down the snacks, and hugged the little Huaiyuan back to the bed.

"What's going on? Does it hurt?!"

She frowned in astonishment, inspecting the soles of her feet that were full of shards of porcelain, as if they were all inserted into her own flesh.

A strange scene begins.

At first, Huaiyuan still stared at Zeng Shan's face expressionlessly.But soon, his brow twitched once, then again, and finally wrinkled ugly.

And this shrinkage moved the nose and the corners of the mouth... He clumsily mobilized his facial features, struggling to imitate Zeng Shan's expression.

"... It hurts." This was the first "feeling" he expressed after leaving the pile of corpses in the ruins.

Zeng Shan looked at him in surprise, as if watching a recognized mute speak.

"I, it hurts." Huaiyuan repeated it again, and his imitation ability improved even more in an instant.

Zeng Shan suddenly became at a loss.She seemed to want to deal with the fragments on the bottom of Huaiyuan's feet, but also to comfort him and hug him.Both emotions were so urgent that a vortex of anxiety formed inside the girl of six or seven.

"It hurts so much." Huaiyuan kept urging, "It hurts so much, so scary..."

He apparently discovered that "pain" was a magic spell.You can instantly attract the attention of others without being noticed.Even if he didn't know what the essence of the word was, it was enough as long as it worked.

At the end of the hand mistake, Zeng Shan gave Huaiyuan a firm hug first.

It's not because she felt that Huaiyuan was in urgent need of a hug, but because Huaiyuan also made her panic, with tears in her eyes and trembling slightly.

Besides, she could only keep repeating the half-understood words she heard from adults: "The doctor said, you just need to cry loudly. If you cry...everything will be fine!"

Almost at the same time as the voice fell, there was a loud cry in the house.The cries were so exaggerated that any experienced person could not help doubting their authenticity.

But Zeng Shan, who was only seven years old, couldn't tell.She is obviously a child with a strong sense of responsibility and sympathy, and she cannot see Huaiyuan's expression at this moment from another angle like the bystanders such as Lian Zhu Xian and Feng Zhangjun.

There were indeed tears on the boy's face, but there was no real sadness, perhaps more confusion.

"...No wonder there is such a pair of shoes with soles in the old library." Lian Zhu Xian, who had been watching silently, finally couldn't help but ask, "It's been more than 200 years, so no one in the entire Yuncang Peak knows about it?"

"As far as I know, there really isn't one." Feng Zhangjun said frankly, "After all, it's not as obvious as trauma, and I obviously deliberately covered it up."

Lian Zhuxian asked: "What will happen if you don't cover it up?"

Feng Zhangjun said: "It's hard to say, but if there are flawed children, they will generally not be accepted as disciples. Instead, they will be sent to Dayan's Lonely Garden, and there will be no more entanglements after that."

This approach is somewhat similar to that of the Five Immortals.It’s just that 200 years ago, the Central Plains was still in turmoil, and the Lonely Garden would still be overcrowded even if it tried its best.It's really better to stay on Yuncang Peak, far away from the world, maybe it's still happiness.

Lian Zhu Xian just thought of this, but he heard Fengzhang Jun said: "Fortune turns into misfortune, misfortune turns into blessing, unfathomable and unfathomable. This is impermanence."

As soon as the voice fell, the scene in front of him began to change again.

The author has something to say:

Feng Zhangjun: Rounding it up is going to watch a movie with Ah Ying, let’s buy some popcorn first...

Lian Zhuxian: I thought it was a romance movie, but I bought a ticket and found out it was a horror movie? !

Huaiyuan: Don't doubt, I am the Oscar winner.

Zeng Shan: I don’t want to be the heroine of a copy in a danmei story...

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Haha I have something to say to yesterday's author to make a patch: Nosoma's cp is not Xuantong, please don't be afraid~

The prototype of the female corpse in Huaiyuan Village is...the famous Miss Chu Renmei

Lonely Garden is the current pension and orphanage institution. The noun is fabricated, and it comes from "only trees for Lonely Garden"

In fact, I like the copy of this unit very much, because there are extreme love-hate grievances, I hope everyone can like it