bone cutter

Wen Han left, before he left, he covered Ah Nian with a piece of clothing, and the yellow puppet in his hand accidentally slipped into her arms.

He left a sentence: "Poor, poor, A Niang likes to watch puppet shows the most. This puppet is destined for you, so I will give it to you."

Ah Nian had already fallen into a deep coma, so she didn't hear these words, and the corners of her tightly pursed mouth kept oozing bright red blood, besides, there was no color.

Three days later, Ah Nian finally woke up, the first thing he did was to collect Li Siqing's body and limbs, and went to Zhuangzi's old well to fetch a large bucket of water to wash away the blood and stains on his body. of dust.

She fumbled to find his universe bag again, and she actually took out a ball of needles and threads from it, knelt on the ground and stitched together the severed limbs and remnant body one by one.

It was also at this time that a wooden kite flew out of the unfastened bag, and the wooden kite circled in mid-air for a moment, and then stopped on Ah Nian's shoulder, rubbing its wooden head against Ah Nian as if to comfort her. s face.

At sunset, Li Siqing's body was buried in the wild grass outside the Zhuangzi. There was no monument, no sign, no wine, no flowers, just a pile of dirt.

The sky was dark, and the gray gradually spread to the surroundings, but it was going to rain.

When the first drop of rain fell, a crystal teardrop flowed from Anian's eye socket, and when the drizzle was intertwined into a giant net, she smiled instead, a bleak and colorless smile that made people feel pitiful.

Ah Nian was silent for a while, the tears in his eyes had already burst, slipped down his neck, fell into the weeds, and soaked into the ground.

This kneeling is one night.

On the second day, the sky still didn't mean to clear up.Ah Nian fainted again, the wooden kite on his shoulder rose in shock.

A wood mouse suddenly jumped out of the grass, and what was even more surprising was that the yellow puppet followed behind the wood mouse.

The puppet staggered to Ah Nian's side, raised his silver-wrapped right hand, and stroked her hair, one stroke after another, with an unspeakable softness and strangeness.

In this situation, even the wooden kite forgot to fly, and stopped on the mound where Li Siqing was buried, watching blankly as it picked up a long and thin stone for no reason, sharpened it, sharpened it again, and then put it backhanded on the stone. Wrote crooked and out of shape words on his clothes.

The wooden head of the wooden kite may be even more incomprehensible, why it obediently picked up the yellow puppet in its mouth, fluttered its wings and rushed to the sky, flying into the distance.

The little wood mouse that was left on the ground was in a hurry and squeaked in the direction of the wooden yuan, as if to blame it for slipping away alone, but how could it know that the wooden yuan was going to rescue the soldiers.He ran round and round around Ah Nian, and finally stopped, holding the corner of Ah Nian's clothes in his mouth and pulling it out vigorously, but unfortunately, the mouse's power was limited, and Anian did not move at all.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pouring down from the sky as if in a frenzy.

White light suddenly appeared, and the illusion was shattered.

But outside the illusion, it only took a while for a stick of incense to burn.

Zhuang Yin and Xie Qi found that they were still standing where they were. On the seven-foot-wide stage that had long since ended, there were two lanterns hanging faintly. The bright red outer paper of the lantern seemed to be soaked in human blood.

Under the lantern, a very rich and handsome middle-aged man knelt on the ground naked and kowtowed, "dongdong" sounded continuously.If you look closely, you can see that his hands and feet are covered with thousands of silver threads!His head was also bloody!