chronicle of court survival

Walking to the entrance of the village, everyone finally saw the person who was screaming in the middle of the night.

The woman with disheveled hair was covered in blood, her eyes were terrified and desperate. Seeing the crowd burst into tears, she collapsed and sat down.

The village chief asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

She was trembling and couldn't finish her sentence, and cried hoarsely: "Village chief, a monster came to the entrance of the village. I heard the noise in the middle of the night and thought it was a mouse, so I went out to look. In the dark, I saw a pair of wolf's eyes, red, It's like eating people... Monster, that is a monster that eats people. He rushed over to bite me, but I escaped, woo woo woo..." She was so frightened that she was already mentally disturbed and trembling all over .

Leaning on crutches, the village chief was silent for a moment, ordered someone to take her down, and then said, "Go, go and see what it is."

A group of people looked dignified, holding torches and moving on.

Xia Qing was alone at the end of the crowd, and he saw a consonance among them.

Lingxi was wearing an old mended dress, her hair was tied into a braid, she was obviously woken up, and her eyes were too sleepy to keep her eyes open.

Children are sleepy, and he yawns and keeps rubbing his eyes with his hands.

Xia Qing waved the dog's tail that he picked by the side of the road in front of his eyes.

Lingxi was taken aback, and when he saw clearly that it was him, he muttered sleepily: "You came out too."

Xia Qing: "Well, the movement is so loud, and I'm not deaf."

Lingxi blinked, looked left and right and asked, "Are you alone? Where's your wife? Is she still ill?"

The corner of Xia Qing's lips twitched: "He is terminally ill and will never recover."

Lingxi rolled his eyes: "Aren't you a curse person! You can't say such unlucky words!"

Xia Qing didn't want to explain anything to a kid, so she changed the subject: "You came out of your house alone?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xia Qing suddenly remembered the first time he saw Lingxi. In the evening, the adults called all the children home for dinner, and only Lingxi was left alone on the ridge blowing leaves.

Xia Qing asked suspiciously: "You are the only one in your family? Is there no adult in the village willing to take you in?"

Lingxi's face turned blue and white in an instant, gritted his teeth and roared: "No! It's just that my grandpa went to the town to do some business!"

Xia Qing nodded: "Oh."

Lingxi's fingers grabbed the cuff and tried to hide the patch. A child of this age has a lot of self-esteem, so how could he admit that no one wants to pity him.

He repeated angrily again: "My grandpa will be back soon! I'm not nobody wants!"

Xia Qing was amused, shook the dog's tail grass in his hand, and said slowly: "It's not a shame that no one wants it, why are you so excited."

Lingxi glared at him, and became angrily silent.

Seeing his troubled and depressed expression, Xia Qing suddenly thought of Xiaopang, and couldn't help laughing.

Xiaopang can be regarded as one of his best friends in the orphanage.

When Xia Qing was young, he was in a daze and had a meek personality. He was boring and withdrawn. This friendship was all due to Xiaopang taking the initiative.Because they have one thing in common, they have been taken in by many families, and all of them were sent back without exception.

On the surface, Xiaopang doesn't care about the abandonment again and again, but in secret, he comes over to "relieve" Xia Qing every day like a confidant brother.

If you have time or not, you can catch him chatting and say something——

"If you don't stay here, you have a place to stay"

"You don't want them, it's not they don't want you"

"Don't be sad, it's not like you can't live alone."

Xia Qing listened quietly, eating his popsicle bite by bite.After Xiaopang finished speaking, his eyes were red, and he had to get out of the bed on his short legs, and brought him paper to wipe his tears and nose. I really don't know who explained who.

"just in front!"

"Everyone take up the torches!"

The villagers shouted.

A group of people had already approached the house near the entrance of the village.

The moonlight was cold and desolate, there were bloodstains on the ground, and the shadows of the trees were vague, making it even more eerie.

Standing at the back of the crowd, Xia Qing noticed that Lingxi was trying to sneak forward, so he grabbed his braid and pulled him back: "You don't want to die, if you dare to move forward like this, the monster will kill you first." you."

Lingxi said: "The word fear is not in the blood of the mermaids!"

Xia Qing laughed: "You still have this awareness?"

"Both my grandpas said that."

Xia Qing let go of his hand and ignored him.

Lingxi is indeed different from many people, which may be related to the fact that his parents are both mermaids.This little boy has maintained the most primitive blood and yearning for the sea of ​​the merman clan.

"Kids and women stay outside."

The village chief stared at the blood on the ground with a more serious expression.

No one knew if the monster inside would suddenly rush out in a frenzy. The village chief first ordered people to throw several torches into the dark yard.

After a while, a weak and hoarse voice came from inside, like the panting of a dying beast, with a strong smell of blood, rushing and anxious.

"Take your weapons!" The village head shrank his pupils, holding a hunting spear tightly in his hand.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, waiting for the monster to come out and kill him with one blow.

The torch was thrown in the courtyard and was quickly blown out by the cold wind.

In the darkness, a shadow was slowly walking out.

Everyone was pale and their foreheads were sweating.

Finally, a skinny foot covered in blood came out.

"It's now!"

The village head shouted.

The spear in his hand hit the monster's head directly.

The same goes for the people around, throwing torches, axes, and stones at the monster.

The monster was obviously afraid of fire, and when the torch burned its skin, it suddenly let out a shrill howl.

The village chief panted and said in a hoarse voice: "Quick! Bring the net and rope!"

The villagers hurriedly handed over the net and rope.

Several young boys in the village trapped the monster with net bags, just in case the monster went crazy, and they stabbed the monster several times with knives.Puff puff puff, the knife pierced the flesh and blood, and blood flowed down.

The monster curled up on the ground in pain, whimpering one after another.

After confirming that the monster had no power to resist, the group wiped their sweat, trying to see what the monster looked like.

This scene was bloody and cruel, and many people turned their heads away and couldn't bear to watch it again.

Lingxi also had a pale face.

Xia Qing stood in the distance, but his mind kept recalling the howl of the monster just now... The decibels were extremely high, sharp and ear-piercing, and it was not a sound that humans could make at all.

The village head is old. After finishing a series of actions, he stepped aside and coughed violently, and waved his hands: "Look at what it is."

"it is good."

A young fellow held a torch and pulled the monster up by its hair.

The monster was covered in blood, with messy hair and dirty leaves.Long before it arrived in the village, it already had various scars on its body, and countless pus-yellow blisters formed on its feet due to the long journey.

The monster was dying and whimpering, its hair was pulled up, revealing a scaly face.

Light blue scales covered half of the face, and the ears were particularly pointed like the fins of a fish.

This is a face that is not young, the muddy pupils turned blood red, he opened his mouth and looked ahead, there was no anger or rage on his face, only pain and confusion.

The moment the monster showed its face, everyone was stunned, including the village head.

Xia Qing was still thinking about who it was, but Lingxi next to him had already stiffened into a stone, his face was pale, his lips were trembling, and his voice was soft as if he was dreaming.

He shouted: "Grandpa..."

Xia Qing was stunned.

Lingxi woke up like a nightmare, trembling like a sieve, his eyes were red and he rushed forward: "Grandpa!"

"Stop him!" The village head recovered from his stupefaction, and quickly ordered the people next to him to stop Lingxi.

With his arms held, Lingxi only stared at the bloody old man trapped in the net, with tears streaming down his face: "Village chief! That's my grandfather! Let him go, you guys let him go!" , he is not a monster, he is not a monster!"

The old man on the ground didn't have any fluctuations when he heard Lingxi's voice, or he had no awareness of the external noise, only the body's instinctive reaction to pain.

The village chief gritted his teeth and said, "It's not your grandfather now, it's a monster that occupies your grandfather's body."

Lingxi bit her teeth and kicked her legs, but she couldn't break free. Tears were streaming down her pale face, and she sniffed and roared, "No, I can recognize him. He is my grandfather. Village chief, he is not a monster."

The village chief didn't want to argue with a child: "Take him down."

Lingxi screamed hoarsely, crying with anxiety: "He is not a monster, what do you have to do to believe me."

Xia Qing stared at the old man from the beginning to the end, seeing that the old man had no good flesh and blood in his body, was in a trance, and was obviously on the verge of death.

Suddenly thought of something.

Xia Qing made a sound.

"He's not a monster."

His voice attracted everyone's attention.

The village chief looked up and saw that it was him, and he was stunned for a moment. After all, he was brought by Xue Fuguang, and his identity was different.

Xia Qing threw away the dogtail grass in his hand and took a step forward.He bent down and found the old man's hand from the pool of blood. Sure enough, the old man's nails became very long, as sharp as steel knives, which could easily cut people open.

The village chief's expression was no better than that of the people around him. "Xia Qing, if he's not a monster, then what is he?"

Xia Qing withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "He's just dying."

The village chief frowned and said in a deep voice, "Then he is a monster! No one will die like this."

Xia Qing didn't speak, just bent down and untied the net for the old man.

"stop!"

"Xia Qing, what are you doing!"

The villagers were shocked and made noises anxiously.

Xia Qing pursed her lower lip and said softly, "Don't worry, he won't harm you. If he really wants to harm people, no one in the whole village can live now."

Everyone was slightly stunned by his words.

After untying the net, the old man did not attack them as expected.He struggled to get up from the ground, his blood-colored eyes were cloudy, and there were wounds all over his body, and the place where he was stabbed by the knife was still bleeding, but it seemed that there was a force buried in his bones, supporting him to move forward, unable to stand Get up and crawl on the ground.

The old man's feet were already blistered, and he trekked back to this familiar village. After arriving at the destination, the anxiety and pain in his heart did not dissipate.

After climbing a few steps, his vision was so blurred that he couldn't see the road clearly, so he prostrated himself on the ground and cried like a child.

It's not a human cry.

But each sound is more sad and hopeless than the sound.

Everyone present felt sour and dazed when they heard this.

Xia Qing said quietly: "A hundred years ago, the mermaid looked like this before they died."

"He's not a monster, he's just..."

He didn't know what to say next.Was it just because of the awakening of the gods that the distant blood was awakened?

Lingxi broke free, ran over to help the old man, and cried, "Grandpa, it's me, I'm Lingxi! Grandpa, I'll take you home."

Xia Qing groped for the leaf in his hand, the veins on it were intricate.I thought, I can't go back.

The gentle and soft voice of the long-haired woman came again.

In the silence of the deserted grass in the cold palace, a candle lamp and a page of poetry and books.

——Every March [-]th, when the stinging of insects occurs, the Lingwei flower will glow at night on the sea.Those mermaids who lost their way due to the storm can return home if they find the light.And the panic-stricken old man on the verge of death can reach his resting place if he looks for the light.So Lingwei has another name in the Yuzu, called 'Zhaoliren'.

It's just that now, the return journey is separated by mountains and seas, but there is no longer a departing lamp to guide the way.

There was much more to this night than that.

At this time, the fire at the entrance of the village suddenly became brighter, and a triumphant voice sounded.

"I knew it would be rewarding to follow this evil animal! Look what we found! The magistrate ordered that the whole city's mermaids must be arrested and locked up now! This village is a fish that slipped through the net!"