He said he was a god

Joe and the others found a comatose person under the big tree in front of him. His whole body was dirty and his face was blue, probably because the miasma had penetrated deep into his body.

"This is not far from Changsheng Village, could this be someone from Changsheng Village?" Xiuwen looked at the man.

Chang Qiu didn't care about talking, took medicine for him, put on a mask, and took out an air bag for him to breathe.

Joe put the man on his back, "Let me carry him."

The man took a breath of fresh air and was jolted again. For some reason, his complexion became even worse.

Before Joe could carry him on his shoulders, the man slipped and fell to the ground, his head hit the soil, and a lot of twigs and leaves were stained.

He seemed to have reached the point of death, his body convulsed uncontrollably, waving his hands and feet, as if sending out a final cry for help.

Everyone stared at him blankly, not knowing what happened, and they couldn't help if they wanted to help.

The man rubbed off the mask on his face while writhing and rolling, lying on his stomach in the mud, quietly breathing the deadly miasma in the forest.

"Huhu..." He breathed up and down like this, his face slowly recovered, and his eyes opened a crack.

"...you, who are...?" the man asked feebly, his voice sounded like a teenager.

Joe wanted to say that they were passers-by, but Xiuwen answered before him, "Hey little brother, we are the ones who saved you."

The boy sneered, "Save me? It's almost like killing me!"

He seemed to be recovering, and threw the mask and air bag away, "I just haven't eaten for a long time, it's not miasma entering my body. Besides, I can't live without inhaling miasma. Give me this thing." Wouldn't it hurt me to put it on?"

Xiuwen smiled, there is such a strange thing in the world?

He is a scientist who is consistent inside and outside. Lu Sheng's super power, Shen He's weapon, and bard's teleportation can barely be explained by scientific theories, but this anti-human breathing method has violated scientific principles. In his eyes, it is as ridiculous as the moon itself shining.

"Little kid, we won't hurt you. And didn't your mother teach you that a good boy can't lie." Xiuwen said and patted the boy's dirty head, and the boy turned his head and quickly avoided it.

"I don't have a mother!" The young man looked at them with a calm and indifferent expression, "If you don't believe me, just watch and see how long I can survive under the miasma."

Chang Qiu beside him said lovingly to the boy, "Be good, don't make fun of your own life."

"I'm serious." The boy's brow showed a coldness that didn't belong to this age, and he didn't know whether he was facing the crowd or himself.

"I am a monster, a miasma-breathing monster."

Everyone was taken aback by the boy's firm voice, and fell silent for a moment.

Is what he said true?

……

After being silent for a century, Joe suddenly asked, "Why did you appear here?"

"I escaped from the village."

"Which village?" "Escaped?" Two voices sounded at the same time.Chang Qiu secretly winked at Joe, you are too impatient.

"What happened, why did you escape from the village?" Chang Qiu was very patient with children, perhaps because of the bard's nature of pity for all things.

The young man just looked at them coldly, "Don't be hypocritical, you have driven all the way to enter our village, right? I'll take you into the village." He stood up and said coldly, "I just hope You should not regret it then."

There was a broken light in Chang Qiu's eyes.I didn't expect to be rejected, it seems like a weird kid...

Even so, in his opinion, no matter whether the children's temper is eccentric and mischievous, or well-behaved and lovable, they are all little angels sent by God, and they are all very cute.Sometimes the refusals of dull, morose, or withdrawn children are really invitations.

He invites you into his heart.

I invite you not to abandon him.

In the end, they just want to be coaxed, cared for, and loved like normal children.

Chang Qiu naturally got up and took the boy's hand, "Then I'll trouble you, what's your name?...Do you like sweets?"

The young man withdrew his hand and walked ahead, his complexion seemed to have recovered a lot, but he never looked at Chang Qiu directly.

"Do you like bread? I do."

"What about fruit? Do you like fruit?"

"..."

Chang Qiu kept thinking about it, hoping to get a response from the young man, but the young man ignored him all the time.

After following the young man's turn and turn, everyone suddenly felt that their eyes were brightened, and the sky that had been obscured in the woods unexpectedly poured down so much.

They raised their heads, and the tall trees had become loose at some point, and were no longer as dense as before.And what appeared in front of them now was a large-scale village. They had been looking for it for a long time, Longevity Village.

There is no village sign at the entrance of the village, only a jagged strange rock, on which the three characters "Holy Snake Village" seem to be written in red cinnabar.

The boy led the crowd into the village, and met a few villagers on the way. They were all wearing long shirts and trousers, with a sachet around their necks. Although their faces were not ugly, they always felt a little gloomy and distorted.When the villagers saw the young man, they only nodded slightly as a greeting, but there was an undisguised glow of disgust like a poisonous snake in their eyes.

The boy's face was neither salty nor pale, and he was obviously used to it.

Axiu secretly glanced at the young man's neck. There was no sachet on his neck.

The buildings here are not much different from the outside world, mostly bamboo buildings.The water lake in the center of the village occupies almost two-thirds of the area of ​​the village. It seems that all the houses are built around the lake.

The most strange thing is that although the turbid miasma constantly churning in the sky is a bit sparser than that in the dense forest, the villagers live under this miasma without any discomfort.Could it be that all the villagers are living like that boy, breathing miasma?

At this time, apart from some villagers who were walking in the village and some who were working, the remaining old and weak women and children were sitting at the door of their houses, as if they were basking in the weak sunlight, but in Ah Xiu's eyes, for some reason, they felt They are basking in the raging miasma.

Many old women were sitting on the steps of the bamboo building with their grandchildren in their arms, their faces were wrinkled and their expressions were stiff.Their eyes were red, making Ah Xiu suddenly think of the grass ghost in the Xiangxi story that Lu Sheng told him last night.It is said that the Grass Witch is an old aunt who specializes in releasing Gu. She is extremely evil and poisonous, and her eyes emit a faint red light, which can take people's hearts away.

Ah Xiu sneaked a look again, but this time, his eyes were attracted by the child in the arms of an old woman.

The girl was about four or five years old, with braids on her head. She was supposed to be a lively and active age, but she had a serious face, showing the vicissitudes and maturity that did not belong to this age, and she looked at them, foreigners, without moving.

Inexplicably, Ah Xiu was startled by her gaze.He turned around and looked at the children in the arms of other women, the same as that girl, with the maturity and gloom typical of adults, looking at them without blinking, like a spider watching a child caught in a web on a wall bug.

……

Ah Xiu retracted his gaze, and said softly to Joe, "This village is very weird."

Joe nodded, obviously he had noticed too.

[Joe: Pay attention, everyone, those villagers are weird.

Xiuwen: Hey, I think that boy is weird too!

Changqiu: He's just a child, don't say that.

Shen He: Stop arguing, he just looked back at us. 】

At this moment, the youth's clear voice sounded from the front, "Here we are."

He pointed to the Republic of China-style high-rise compound closest to the lake, "This is the village chief's house. Outsiders must obtain his permission to enter the village. You come with me."

Joe looked back at the huge lake, and stepped in with everyone.

After passing through several corridors, everyone entered the main room.

When the young man saw the old man in the hall, his expression suddenly became terrified.He lowered his head and called softly, "Grandpa."

The old man who was practicing calligraphy with them behind his back suddenly stopped writing and turned around. He may be five or sixty years old, but he is as old as seven or eighty years old, and his face is so wrinkled that he can catch flies.His cloudy eyes quickly flashed a light when he saw the boy, and then he spotted the people behind him.

"Oh? So you brought guests. I thought you ran away again." The old man approached with a smile, and patted the boy's head lovingly.The boy lowered his head obediently, without avoiding it, like a docile sheep.

"Why did it get so dirty again? Quick, go back to the house and wash it off." The old man's concerned words sounded, and the boy obediently went back to the house.

He raised his head, looked at the crowd, and sized them up several times. "It was you... who saved my grandson?"

Xiuwen touched his head, and said embarrassedly, "It's not really a rescue. At that time, we thought he was poisoned by miasma, and almost killed him by doing bad things with good intentions."

The old man obviously understood the situation and nodded. "No matter what, you still saved my grandson. If you have any requests, just ask, I will try my best to satisfy you."

Xiuwen smiled, but didn't speak, leaving everything to Joe.

"We have been walking for ten days, and I hope the village chief will allow us to rest in the village for a few days." Joe said neither humble nor humble.

Xiuwen blinked at Shen He, why did three days turn into ten days, why didn't he know that their pace was so slow?

Shen He didn't blink back, but just sent three short words to Xiuwen with the ID form.

[Shen He: Bitter meat plan. 】

Seeing that they were exhausted, the old man nodded considerately, "There are still a lot of guest rooms left in this courtyard, you can stay temporarily if you want."

"It's just..." The old man still looked at them steadily, "No matter what sounds you hear at night, remember not to come out."

Whoooo...

At this time, a gust of wind blew through the backs of everyone, and they felt a chill in their hearts.

Joe obviously noticed the weirdness, but he still bowed without changing his expression, and replied: "Junior, please remember."

The old man nodded, "I'll ask Uncle Li to take you to rest later, just tell him if you have any requirements."

Everyone hurriedly nodded their thanks, but when they left the hall, the old man suddenly asked them casually.

"He didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

Chang Qiu was taken aback for a moment, then realized that "he" was referring to the boy, and replied first: "No, he is very good."

The old man nodded, "That's good. He didn't say anything to you, did he?"

"When I asked him something, he didn't say a word." Chang Qiu felt sad when he thought about it.

"Okay, you guys go to rest first." The old man shook his hands.