It's Shadow Guard and Bai Yueguang [Rebirth]

Fu Nian immediately realized that this should be the perspective of his brother when he was a child, replaying his previous experiences.

He remained silent in his body, waiting for what happened next.

"It's not just that there are no tributes and incense, some people built houses and stole a few bricks from the temple."

"I can only pray that it doesn't spread to us. Our village has never done such a wicked thing..."

The voices of the villagers were noisy, so he didn't join in the fun, but just lowered his head and continued to watch the water quietly.

The water was clear, and the moss on the river rocks was visible to the naked eye. He bent down and fiddled with the water a few times with his small hands.

The cool water of the stream relieves the heat of midsummer.

While playing with the water, suddenly, an anxious call came from behind.

"Zhu'er, I told you not to play in the water, how dangerous it was to fall last time. When your father comes back today, don't play outside."

The voice was full of worry, but in the end it was still gentle, and he didn't reprimand him after he came, just "Dad is coming back?" He couldn't help but be happy when he heard this sentence.

"Yes, the letter said that the matter of reinstatement has been settled." The woman said as she dragged his hand and walked towards home, "I came back this time to pick up my mother and I. When the time comes Sending you to a private school, you have to study hard, grow up and gain fame..."

Rehabilitation?

He didn't quite understand what his mother was saying, so he could only nod vaguely.

As the sky was getting dark, he followed his mother back to the dim thatched hut, watching her cook by the light of the firewood in the kitchen.

The mice under the stove also smelled the aroma,

It had been many months since he ate meat last time, and he couldn't help but shrugged his nose and sniffed a few more times when he smelled meat.

"It smells good."

"Are you hungry? I just went to Mrs. Wang's place today and exchanged the leftover cloth for your clothes last time. I also exchanged some other grains, which is enough to improve the food for a while," the woman said, taking out a piece of meat from the pot. A small piece of oily residue, broke off some hard dough cakes, "Eat this to pad your stomach first."

Zhu'er tiptoed to pick up the steamed bun, held it in her hand, stared at it blankly, and refused to eat it.

"Mother is not hungry, you eat first." The woman added.

Only then did he dare to take small bites and start chewing.

Even with the aroma of oily residue, the steamed buns are still hard and gritty.

"Mother, they said that many people died suddenly in the next village, what's going on?"

"You are still young, you don't need to worry about this matter." Hearing this question, the woman who had a kind face just now suddenly became serious and glared at him.

"I'm almost four years old! They said that many people died suddenly for no reason, as if it was a divine punishment for not paying tribute to the temple."

"Silly boy, how could it be God's punishment? You are still young, and you will know when you grow up. Anyway, as soon as your father comes back, let's have a reunion dinner and prepare to leave here tomorrow morning."

"Are you going to leave so soon?" Hearing this, he immediately stopped eating the steamed buns.

I haven't had time to say goodbye to the chickadees that Houshan often feeds...

During the Chinese New Year, the jars buried by the stream were not dug.

Fortunately, the children in the village don't like to play with him, so there is no need to say goodbye to them.

After asking, he saw his mother continue to cook in silence, and didn't ask any more questions.

At night, he yawned on the kang, his head bouncing.

The dishes were all cold, and Dad didn't come back.

In the middle of the night, when he fell asleep in a daze, he heard coughing and talking to his mother outside the door.

"Cough-cough-cough-cough-"

"What's the matter? But it's cold on the road, or is the night wind blowing?"

"..."

"Zhu'er is already asleep, and I haven't eaten the reunion dinner yet. Hey, why do you still have a fever? It can't be the disease in the village next door..."

"Cough, cough, cough... I'm afraid it will be passed on to Zhu'er, let's go to the north room first and then talk..."

Hearing Daddy's voice, he tried to open his eyes.

It's just that he was too sleepy, just opened his eyes, and before he climbed off the kang, he fell headfirst into the quilt again.

He slept until dawn, and even the cock crowed for two or three rounds before he opened his eyes.

Parents are not in the house.

After putting on his shoes and going to the ground, he found that there was no mother in the kitchen.At this time in the past, my mother had already got up and started cooking.

Zhu'er didn't think much, took the ladle and bucket, walked towards the stream with small steps, and began to wash by himself.

The stream was a bit turbulent in the morning, and he tried his best not to fall.

While washing, suddenly, the rocks in the distance seemed to block something.

He looked up and took a closer look, it was a woman.

His whole body was black, his body was full of sores, and there were traces of pus and blood that hadn't coagulated on his body.He was only wearing a bellyband, his hair was disheveled, his eyeballs were still rolling, and his mouth was wide open, as if he was begging for help.

"Mother—mother—! Mother—" He had never seen such a scene before, and his legs and feet were suddenly frightened. He threw the ladle and bucket out, and ran towards the direction of home.

Before running home, the pungent smell of burning came from not far away.

Looking up, I saw black smoke billowing from the village head.

It's not cooking smoke...

He was stunned for a while, then hurriedly shouted, "It's out of the water! It's out of the water!"

Obviously every household was right next to him, but it seemed that he could not hear his roar at all, and there was no movement at all.

He continued running towards home.

Anyway, I have to call my parents first.

Running home out of breath, he yelled, "Father! Mother! Wake up! Something happened!"

But no one paid him any attention.

He ran into the kitchen and found that the dishes were still the same as yesterday, placed on the stove without moving at all.

The main house was empty.

He remembered again that his father seemed to have said last night that he went to sleep in the north room, and then he stumbled towards the north room.

open the door.

I saw a pair of people lying on the straw mat on the ground. The two people were all black, their faces were hideous, and their mouths were wide open, obviously struggling to breathe.

The pus and blood on his body gave off a stench, and many mice gathered around him, chattering about something, as if they were discussing how to deal with these two huge foods.

It was almost the same as the woman I saw in the stream just now.

Mingming Niang was fine yesterday...

He looked at his parents in disbelief, his hands hanging stiffly by his side, motionless.

"Bamboo..."

Hearing Niang's hoarse voice, he hurriedly wanted to get closer.

"Don't come here... leave quickly." The woman on the ground tried to roar at the top of her lungs, breathing heavily every time she said a word, "Zhu'er, run quickly."

After finishing speaking, the woman's hand hangs down feebly, and her heavy breathing stops abruptly.The mice around him instantly scattered and fled.

His parents were lying here, he was not willing to run, and he couldn't do anything except stand there in a daze for a while.

"mother……"

During the stalemate, he could smell the burning flames getting closer behind him.

It made him want to cough.

Suddenly, a frivolous voice came from behind without warning, accompanied by the metallic sound of sharpening the knife, and approached step by step, "I didn't expect that there are still living people here."

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of flint rubbing.

He turned his head, and saw a tall man dressed in black, with his face tightly covered, calmly throwing the fire to his straw hut.

In an instant, the house was burning from the roof.

"What are you doing! Burn my house—" Before he finished yelling, he was picked up by the man.

When he was picked up, he saw that the long sword in the man's hand was covered with pus and blood mixed with black and red.The taste of blood is nothing like common poultry.

It's human blood.

He was stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted in fright, "Mother! Mother!"

"You still have parents? Are they dead?"

"It's none of your business! Let me down! They're still in the house, you can't touch them!"

"In the house..." The man heard this, and walked towards the north room without haste, holding a sword in one hand and a microphone as big as a bean in the other.

"Father! Mother! Run! There are bad guys!"

The man ignored his roar, opened the door with his sword, and glanced at the man and woman lying on the ground.

After looking at it for a few seconds, he whispered, "It's dead. It's too late to run away, and there's no need to make up for it."

After speaking, the man turned his head and glanced at the approaching flame behind him.

"Put me down! Father! Mother!" He felt the man silently carrying him in the opposite direction, and he couldn't help shouting.

After yelling for a long time, he was allowed to touch the ground with both feet, but he was still fixed in place, unable to walk at all.

Before yelling loudly, the man spoke first, "Little friend, everyone in the village is dead."

The man looked into his clear eyes and said slowly.

All, all dead...

In other words, both father and mother are dead.Everyone else in the village died.

Hearing this sentence, his mind went blank, and he even forgot to yell.

"I'm not a bad person, I just help them end their pain. Logically speaking, no one can be left alive, but you look good, it's a pity to burn to death here. I decided to make a special case for you, later I will find a place with beautiful scenery and clean water to kill you, and try not to cause you too much pain. But now, you can live a little longer."

"Kill, kill..." He was too scared to speak.

Although he was young, he also had a basic concept of death.

When he was less than two years old, he remembered that a grandfather in Nancun died of illness, and his family cried for a long time.

How could someone make death so easy.

"Well. To prevent the spread of the disease, even if it looks healthy for a while, you have to kill it here. Especially your parents died before I came, it was the disease that killed them, not me to kill them," the man He explained in a good voice, "You too, you have the disease, so you can't let you live. I also use money to do things, I'm sorry. The government asked me to kill your entire village, and burn it clean by the way, just in case spread."

The government ordered...

He was startled.

He remembered that those masters in the county government really ignored them, and even had a bad attitude when they came to collect taxes.

"I, I'm not sick." He defended in a panic.

But the man didn't listen to his excuse at all, and once again lifted him with one hand, striding towards the outside of the village.

Walking to the town, he saw the man carrying him straight towards the government.

Only then did he realize that his death was approaching, he struggled hurriedly, "Put me down! I don't—"

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered.

"Keep quiet, you can live a little longer. If you don't be quiet, I will kill you now."

He was motionless, with fear in his eyes.

"I just eat and kill people for money," the man finished in a low voice, and stroked his neck lightly with his finger, "It's rare to be in a good mood today, let you live a little longer, if you don't appreciate it, forget about it."

While reprimanding them, suddenly, a sharp-eyed peddler on the street spotted them.

"Guest officer, your son is so beautiful. Such a beautiful son, how can you bear to scold him, buy him a toy to coax him."

The man just stood up, with a smile on his face, "This is my younger brother, he is indeed cute."

"So it's Brother Yao... I'm rude, I'm rude." The vendor laughed.

The man didn't care, took the rattle from the vendor and paid for it.

He quietly watched this dog-like man change his face faster than he could turn the pages of a book. He was threatening him with harsh words just now, but he was gentle and polite to others in an instant, and he couldn't speak a word with his eyes wide open.

While he was in a daze, suddenly, a rattle appeared in front of him.

He froze for a moment, but didn't dare to reach out to take it.

"Take it. I'm an adult and I don't play with this kind of thing. You kids like it?"

He just reached out and took it.

The rattle is exquisite.The toys he grew up with were all tattered and tattered, and he had never seen such a brand new thing.

"Stop making trouble? Just leave."

He didn't speak, and played with the newly received rattle in his hand.

Obviously this man is going to kill him later, but now he bought him a new toy.

The fear of death seems to have diminished a bit.

When he walked to the gate of the official mansion, he was still shaking the rattle in his hand.

It wasn't until the man asked him to be quiet that he obediently stopped talking.

After a while, I saw a man in light armor running out of the closed door, with wicked eyebrows, "Master Fu."

"Money." The man stretched out his bloody hand and said disdainfully.

It turned out that his surname was Fu.

Being able to be called "Master" at such a young age shows that he is indeed a frightening figure.

He raised his eyes and looked at the man who said he was going to kill him just now.

"Here, Mr. Fu will take it." The man with mischievous eyebrows smiled and bent over, handing over a bag of money.

The man turned upside down, and suddenly, his only exposed eyebrows frowned, "Why are there not enough counts?"

"This... the master said, this is tax deduction, the deduction of the time you lost on the road, the deduction of your lack of concealment—"

The man didn't wait for him to finish, and threw the money bag directly on the other side's face.

"Master Fu, you—"

"If I had known about the dog nature of the government, I should have let the epidemic spread out, and let your master experience the death of the whole family and the feeling of the black hat falling to the ground."

"But you've already dealt with it. If you want to blame, blame Master Fu himself for being too quick—"

"There is another one," the man said, raising the child with the rattle in his hand, "knowing this face, I brought a living person from the plague village. If the money is not enough, I will release this child. He ran in the market for a whole day, how many people do you think will get sick and die?" After speaking, the man laughed contemptuously twice, which made people shudder.

Holding the rattle, Zhu'er didn't dare to say anything, she looked helplessly at the two adults in front of her, trying to hold back her tears and snot.

Suddenly, his throat was choked with snot.

He couldn't stop coughing.

"It's only been a few hours. I didn't get sick when I picked him up," the man said slowly, looked at him with pity in his eyes, and then at the rattle in his hand, "Go and report to your master, let him Give enough money within half an hour. Otherwise, this child will appear in your yard later, playing with your young master and young lady."