Run bar net red [rebirth]

The candle flickered and the door opened.

Suddenly there was a breath of the living in the originally silent ancestral hall.A child's shadow flashed across the wall dimly illuminated by the candlelight, and the immature running sound stumbled, and finally hit the iron railing with a plop.

The movement was neither big nor small, and a burlap bag inside the railing was startled.

"Pfft." Although the child felt the pain, he was so stupid that he burst into tears and laughed, "It's me."

After the burlap bag heard the sound, it took a long time for a few delicate little fingers to timidly open the mouth of the bag.Inside the bag, two black bean-like eyes were hidden. The little boy outside the railing grinned at the owner of the line of sight, and beckoned, "Come here."

The little thing in the sack seemed to be inspired, grunting, and rolled to the railing.He was also like when the child threw himself down just now, and stopped after hitting the railing with a bang.

He first stretched out his two pairs of small hands, and crawled out with some difficulty.What crawled out of the sack was a child who was only two or three years old. He was born fair and tender, but he never saw the light. His skin was as white as a fake doll.The little guy's face did not have the roundness and blood that a child should have, it was pale and thin.

"Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll give you a piece." The boy outside the railing took out a small box containing a whole piece of mooncake.He looked four or five years older than the little guy in the cage.

The boy did not directly pass the mooncakes to the railing, but took out a small iron spoon from his pocket, and patiently broke the mooncakes apart, dug out the soft lotus seed paste in the mooncakes with the spoon, and handed them to the little guy in front of the mouth.

The little guy looked ignorant and tilted his head.

"Eat." The little boy said, wiggling his spoon.

Only then did the little guy carefully hold the spoon in his mouth.It was obviously the first time for him to taste mooncakes, the sweet heart melted on the tip of his tongue, and the corners of his mouth were undisguised with pure joy.

Seeing the little guy smiled, the boy was also very happy, "Is it delicious?"

The little guy opened his mouth, and although he didn't make any sound, he nodded heavily.The boy dug another big mouthful out of the mooncake and stuffed it into the little guy's mouth. The two of them were separated by a cold iron cage and fed spoonful after spoonful.

"Hey." The only boy in the ancestral hall muttered to himself, "You are three years old, and you don't have the ability to take care of yourself at all. You can't even walk, you can only crawl."

The little guy just ate the delicious food on the spoon bite by bite, turning a deaf ear to the boy's words.

The boy crushed the mooncake skin, mixed it with candy and fed it to him, "I heard from the aunt in the house that as long as I become the head of the house, I will be able to release you."

As if listening to something irrelevant to him, the little guy just stared at the spoon without responding.Of course, for him who seldom communicated with others, he couldn't understand the boy's words at all, and he couldn't speak in response.

The little mooncake was fed quickly, and the boy reached out to wipe the crumbs from the corner of the little guy's mouth, "This is not okay, I saw that little bald head from my second uncle's house would talk a lot when he was two years old, if you do this again If you are locked up, you will be different from other children in the future."

As he said that, the boy put the spoon in the empty box, sat cross-legged for a while, poked his neck and asked the person in the cage, "Xiao Huan, do you still remember what I taught you last time? Did you learn it? Do you remember?"

The little fellow followed the example of a boy, and sat down on the ground with a plop. He met the boy's anxious gaze, and grinned across his cheeks, "Brother!"

......

"elder brother!"

"Brother, talk!"

Leng Xiaotai followed Min Lun's figure, and asked anxiously, "That year I pretended to drown and escaped from Min's house, did you bring back another child to pretend to be me? Did you bring that child back from the island? Why did he do that?" Suddenly appeared next to me at the age of 19? He also has that tattoo on his ankle, that tattoo is the talisman for making babies, I know who he is! Why does he approach me? You recognize me when you see my shadow Did you? Did you make the shadow monster? What about the rest of the Min family? Min Lun, stop!"

Min Lun really stopped in front of a door.He didn't rush to open the door, but quietly waited for Leng Xiaotai's next words.

"That child, did you kill it?"

After a while, Min Lun didn't answer, Leng Xiaotai sighed secretly, and continued, "When I saw his body, I knew it was time to meet you. But I can't find you, and you won't come looking for me." Me. So I pretended to be him and pretended he was alive. The murderer knew of his death and the murderer would come to me. I guess it was you who killed him, so I've been waiting for you."

Min Lun slowly picked up the phone, opened the flip, typed twice on the keyboard and stopped.He put down the phone, turned his head, and his vocal cords barely made a hoarse voice, "It's been 13 years."

This night was the same as the night when I was drowning at the age of 12, the moon and stars were sparse, and it happened to be in this season, for a whole 13 years.

"Ah..." Leng Xiaotai withdrew his gaze from the sky, "Yeah."

"Where are the rest of the Min family?" Leng Xiaotai asked.

As soon as the words were finished, Min Lun stretched out his hand and pushed the door in front of him open. The dry sound of the door hinges was particularly abrupt in this night.

This room is hidden in the deepest part of the old house, and a small door hides the most spacious part of the whole old house.On the candlestick, candles that were about to burn out swayed with dim candle flames, and an astonishing number of dots surrounded the walls like a mountain, and the large pool of wax oil on the ground revealed the secrets here. ——It has been neglected for a long time.

On the wall, large and small memorial tablets are displayed in a disorderly manner.This is the Min family ancestral hall, and there is a word Min on the tablet.Leng Xiaotai learned to read by recognizing their names at first, and now there are many new ones in this room.

Leng Xiaotai spent almost all of his life here before he was 12 years old. When he returned to his hometown, his mood unexpectedly did not have any ups and downs.He silently followed Min Lun's footsteps and walked towards the center of the room.

In the middle of the whole room stood a huge monster, covered with a ridiculously large piece of silk, Min Lun stepped forward and tore off the silk.The floating dust rose suddenly, Leng Xiaotai held his breath, and looked up with his brows furrowed.

Inside the silk is a huge golden birdcage, which is said to be an evil spirit lock in the clan. It used to be exclusive to Leng Xiaotai, but now it has changed hands.

The faint candle light entered the cage, and the black shadow on the ground suddenly shrank into a ball like the tentacles of a frightened octopus.

Leng Xiaotai took a deep breath and understood.

Although the whereabouts of the people in the old house were as he expected, when he really heard the conclusive news, Leng Xiaotai still felt sorry for the miserable end of the Min family.He closed his eyes and said, "I never hated them."

"Yeah." Min Lun walked around the birdcage, running his fingers over the railing one by one, making a clanging sound.

Leng Xiaotai opened his eyes, "Who did it?"

Suddenly, the awakened giant rushed towards Min Lun like crazy, and hit the iron cage that imprisoned it with a bang.In the candlelight, the undead wrapped in corpse paste was no longer transparent, a turbid and distorted mass of air collided uncontrollably in the cage, accompanied by the clanking sound of the railings, and countless hissing sounds were pulling Leng Xiaotai's nerves.

"Ugh." Leng Xiaotai suddenly felt a surge of blood, and the inexplicable pain forced him to hold on to the railing to stand firm.

At this moment, Min Lun's fingertips touched the door lock of the birdcage, and there was a crisp clicking sound. Min Lun's slender fingers gently opened the door lock, and then he pulled the unknown Leng Xiao Taiwan, dragged people into the cage.

"Brother!?" Leng Xiaotai threw himself in front of the iron fence, looking at Min Lun at a loss, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Min Lun locked the cage again with a calm expression, turned around and walked towards the spiritual place directly opposite Leng Xiaotai.

Inside the birdcage, Leng Xiaotai's entry caused the ghost to stagnate, followed by a more violent roar, as if there were hundreds, no, thousands of people!

A group of restless black shadows exploded with black thorns, and the black thorns pierced Leng Xiaotai's shadow straightly, and the turbid air wrapped around Leng Xiaotai's neck like a vine.

"Min Lun!!" Leng Xiaotai gripped the railing tightly with his pale finger bones, looking at Min Lun's back in confusion. ——Being unable to use his abilities, he has no power to fight, not to mention that at this moment, Leng Xiaotai clearly felt that his spiritual essence was moving around uncontrollably.

"Do you know why that bald head turned into that piece of rotten meat?" Min Lun found a white candle with ashes in the drawer.

Leng Xiaotai felt the pain of his viscera churning, raised his head with difficulty, his spiritual speed was increasing at an unbearable high speed, and the swelled spiritual matter seemed to burst out of his body.

Min Lun lit the candle and stood upright in front of the spiritual seat, "This is the very center of the spiritual vortex. Even a person with an extremely large spiritual quality can hardly keep awake, let alone a bald man with such low spiritual quality. It exploded."

After saying this, Leng Xiaotai behind him couldn't take it any longer and knelt down on the ground slowly.Min Lun took out another tablet from the drawer, which seemed to have been prepared long ago, with the names engraved on it.He wiped the dust off the tablet with his sleeve, and placed it on the last vacant seat in the ancestral hall.

After all this was done, the candlelight flickered again, and the figure on the dim yellow wall slowly left the ancestral hall.Leng Xiaotai slumped on the spot in a daze, looking ahead with his eyes unfocused.The newly lit candle flame flickered up and down, and the light illuminated the last signboard in the ancestral hall—dead brother Min Huan.

The ferocious ghost figure tore at the figure who was no longer struggling on the ground, and the ancestral hall, which should not have been left in the first place, returned to silence again.