Time travel without cheats

Next door to the main house is a woodshed, where Zhang San usually unloads the rice brought by the donkey cart.

Due to the perennial rain, there was a pungent musty smell in the air. Ran Xiaole sneezed several times, which made her dizzy. She paused for a long time before recovering.

"Brother, are you not feeling well?"

"It's okay." Ran Xiaole sniffed, smiled slightly at her younger brother beside her, and said to Zhang San who was leading the way: "It's pitch black here, is there something?"

"En." Zhang San lit a dim oil lamp, "Follow me."

"Where else can I go to a place with a bigger fart?"

Ran Xiaole pursed his lips, the ground was full of sundries, his eyesight was not very sharp, so he could only follow Zhang San step by step and rubbed towards the interior of the woodshed.

"Brother, be careful."

With someone gently embracing her waist, Ran Xiaole felt as if her feet were lifted off the ground, and her whole body was pressed into a familiar yet unfamiliar chest, exactly the same feeling as she had four years ago.

But this time he was not so surprised. To be precise, Ran Xiaole didn't feel any disturbance in his heart, but he couldn't laugh either.

It seems that I am the only one in the whole world, treating him like a child.

But he was just a child.

"here."

There was actually a narrow door hidden in the crowded firewood room. The three walked in with their waists bowed. Ran Xiaoan put down Ran Xiaole and naturally took his hand, "Brother, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, Xiao An is really kind." Ran Xiaole patted the back of his hand, looked around, and couldn't see it very clearly, but there was a small memorial tablet on the square table in the center of the hut.

"This is…"

"My wife."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ran Xiaole clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully to the tablet, and asked Zhang San, "Your wife... died of the plague?"

"No." Zhang San lit three sticks of incense on the tablet, stared blankly for a while, and then turned to look at them, "She was killed."

Ran Xiaole was startled, "Then... did you get revenge?"

Zhang San smiled wryly and shook his head, "I can't report it, I can't report it."

"Why? Could it be that the emperor killed her?"

"No."

"Why is that?"

"Why..." Zhang San walked slowly in front of Ran Xiaole, with a sad expression on his face, "Xiao Le, if one day your brother hurts you, will you hate him?"

Ran Xiaole glanced at the little hand wrapped in her palm, and smiled lightly, "No."

"What if it's your relative?"

"I only have this one relative."

"What if it's your future wife?"

Ran Xiaole opened her mouth, "I..."

"My brother won't take a wife."

Zhang San smiled, "It's not up to you to decide."

"Brother, I don't want you to marry a wife."

Ran Xiaole understood his younger brother's possessiveness too well, so he could only comfort him repeatedly: "I don't want to marry, I don't want to marry, brother only treats you well, okay?"

Anyway, no one will look up to me.

"Hmm!" Xiao An hugged her brother's arm in satisfaction, but stared at Zhang San covetously, with a flash of murderous intent.

Zhang San turned a blind eye to this, and chuckled lightly, "Xiao Le, the person I want to protect killed the person I love the most, what do you think I can do?"

"The person you guard?"

"Yeah." Zhang San sighed, "It's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

"Unfortunately, I lost her, but I couldn't keep them." Starlight flickered in those eyes as dark as the night, "Tell me, is she punishing me?"

Ran Xiaole lowered her head, "Brother Zhang, I don't quite understand."

"What's the matter?" Ran Xiaoan impatiently interrupted the conversation between the two, "It's very dewy here, I don't want my brother to stay here for a long time."

"Xiao An!"

"It's okay." Zhang San smiled, "It's my fault."

Zhang San turned around and walked back to his wife's coffin, and took out a small wooden box from the hidden compartment of the square table.The two brothers followed, "Brother Zhang, this is..."

"Well, it's this thing." Zhang San stared at Ran Xiao'an with burning eyes, and offered it with both hands, "Please help me take care of it."

"Care? What is it?"

Ran Xiaoan was unwilling to let go of his brother's hand, and took the wooden box with one hand. Ran Xiaole was a little angry, "Xiao'an, please be polite."

"Oh." Xiao An stuck to Ran Xiaole again, and smiled flatteringly at him: "Then, brother, can you help Xiao An open it?"

Ran Xiaole had no choice but to lose his temper with his younger brother, so he carefully opened the wooden box with his other hand. When he saw what was inside, he was speechless except for being inexplicable.

"Uh...is this a...egg?"

"Hmm. Eggs."

Ran Xiaole scratched her hair, "Looks like a baby, could it be the egg of a phoenix... a night owl?"

Zhang San smiled, "It's pretty smart."

"No..." Ran Xiaole laughed dryly, "Why are you giving him a dick?"

Zhang San suppressed his smile, and suddenly knelt down again. Ran Xiaole was about to help him, but Xiao An pulled him back, "Brother, listen to him."

"Then you don't have to kneel."

"If you want something from others, you must show sincerity."

"Ran Xiaoan, you..."

"Brother Ran." Zhang San interrupted Ran Xiaole, "Your brother is right."

"Hey, I'll go, let's go." Ran Xiaole waved his hand, "Let's talk."

Zhang San bowed his head three times solemnly, his eagle eyes were full of grief, "This is my only child, Ling Owl begs you two to raise him up."

Ran Xiaole was really dumbfounded this time.

"You...you...you wait...wait..." Ran Xiaole twitched the corner of his mouth, pointed to the egg in the wooden box and said, "You said...this is yours..."

"child."

"Are you kidding me?"

Zhang San remained silent, and just took off the heavy clothes that wrapped him layer by layer. When the two brothers saw that strange body, they immediately believed everything.

There are black feathers growing on the rotting flesh.

"You are…"

"Spirit owl."

"Divine bird?"

"Ah."

"owl?"

"Ah."

Ran Xiaole raised her chin towards the wooden box, "Then, this little guy too?"

"It is."

"What do you mean by 'count'?"

"He only has half the blood of the spirit owl."

Ran Xiaole pondered for a while with his few brain cells that were still willing to work, "That is to say, your wife... is an ordinary person?"

"To be precise, it's an ordinary owl."

Ran Xiaole rubbed his forehead, he was struck with a headache.

Take it, dead bird, can I take it!

Are you a narcissist?What kind of coquettish operation is it to set up a longevity tablet for a 24k pure bird? !

At this moment, Ran Xiaole just wanted to be alone.

"Why are you looking for me?" Xiao An squeezed the wooden box hard, and looked at Zhang San indifferently, "The life of the two of us is not easy."

"He can help you!" Zhang San took a few steps forward and said eagerly, "He only has half of his spiritual roots, he can't transform into a human form, he can't speak, he can't..."

Will not steal your brother's favor.

"Oh? Is that so?" Ran Xiaoan showed a gloomy smile, and the strength in his hands relaxed a little, "Is he helping me, or am I helping him?"

"His mother is gone, and he was stillborn when he was born. If you can wake him up, it is his creation, and it is also yours. You will know when the time comes. If you can't wake him up..." Zhang San sadly With a smile, "Then, it must be good luck."

"Looks like it's a treasure." Ran Xiaoan held the wooden box in front of his eyes for a closer look, and said with a smile, "Why did you give it to me?"

Zhang San shook his head, "I don't want to either, but only you can."

"Why?"

"Spirit owls have this kind of consciousness. I am his father, and I can find an owner for him. He will belong to you. You are different, I know."

My younger brother is different. Hearing this sentence, Ran Xiaole didn't have the slightest sense of being the parent of an outstanding student. Rather than witnessing this sad news again and again, he would rather kill himself head-on.

Tired.

"Brother Zhang, stop kneeling."

Zhang San glanced at Ran Xiaoan and saw that he had no complaints, so he stood up.

"Who killed your wife?"

"People."

"Yeah." Ran Xiaole nodded feebly, "So, the people you want to protect are the common people?"

"Yes."

Ran Xiaole chuckled, "Are you sick? The life and death of the people is none of your business?"

Zhang San raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Brother Xiao Le, there is something more important than being alive in this world, do you know what it is?"

"I don't know, I'm so tired that I want to die just trying to live."

"Really? But I have."

"what?"

"responsibility."

Ran Xiaole is a bit dumbfounded, heroism kills people, are all the people in this book so secondary?

"Then tell me, what mission is it that allows you to protect the person who killed your wife so much? The relationship between your husband and wife is not harmonious? It doesn't look like..."

"It's not like this!" Zhang San roared, "I hate them, but I must protect them!"

"don't know."

"Of course you don't understand, but she understands." Zhang San looked back at his wife's spirit seat, as if remembering something, smiled greedily, and whispered: "I want to send the last person away, without my Announcement, the undead will not die."

Ran Xiaole was stunned for a while, his mind was muddled, he coughed dryly, "Well, Brother Zhang, my younger brother is dull, can you make it... clearer?"

"En." Zhang San nodded, but his eyes were fixed on the tablet, and he said in a leisurely manner: "The spirit owl will be sealed in the land where he was born, and from then on, as a messenger of the dead, after people die , The heavy rain from the sky washed away their earthly memories. When the rain stopped, we used our calls to guide them to the reincarnation of the underworld. Without the guidance of the spirit owl, these undead would not be able to find their home. Time Once it passes, it will become a lonely ghost, and it will live forever and never rest in peace."

Ran Xiaole licked her lips, once again, speechless.

"Most people in the world are stupid, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. This is pitiful and tragic. They regard owls at night as ominous sounds, that is, the laughter of night owls in rumors, and regard us as evil spirits. Wherever I went, I drove them quickly. A plague swept the land. I wanted to save these people, but the disease was too severe. The spiritual power is used as a cover-up to create an illusion of smoke rising from the kitchen, so as to prevent the common people from being fished by the court and become victims."

"Your illness is also because of this?"

"Well. Once the seal of the spirit owl is opened, it will be fused with the blood of this land. My feathers will gradually rot and fall off. One day, this place will become a deserted and dead city, and I will no longer be able to transform into a human form. In the end, together with the people of this land, they disappeared.”

"Then your wife, why aren't you there?"

Zhang San bit his lip, his Adam's apple kept trembling, as if he wanted to swallow the beast-like pain, he pondered for a long time before he said: "People say... the laughter of night owls brings bad luck, they are desperate No matter how I explain it, it won't help. They don't know my identity, they just treat me as a fool and lunatic, and keep away from me...I... That night, I was shot by a sharp arrow, and I couldn't transform into a human form , she... she saw that I was about to be chased by someone, so she flew out, those people... those people thought she was me... just... just... I... killed her..."

"From now on, you're left alone, no, one, no, you're still alone...well, bird, isn't it?"

Zhang San closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "And our baby."

Ran Xiaole stared blankly at the bird egg in Xiao An's hand. After reading so many novels, he could convince himself to accept the reality.

False, reality.

"You said just now... the spirit owl who opened the seal will be involved in the fate of the land, what about him?"

Only then did Zhang San finally show a smile, "It's okay, he only has half a spiritual root, and he only recognizes the master, not the land."

"Master?" Ran Xiaole glanced at his younger brother, "Yes."

"The matter has come to this, I have told you all the truth, believe it or not, it is up to you."

Ran Xiaole nodded weakly, "I believe."

"They killed your wife, why didn't you kill them all?" Xiao An, who had been silent for a long time, squeezed Ran Xiaole's hand tightly, and suddenly mocked, "At least you should ignore it and let those who humiliated you be buried with you."

Zhang San smiled sadly, "People's cowardice cannot be saved by revenge."

"I didn't want you to save them." Ran Xiaoan looked at him coldly, "It's just that some people don't deserve to live."

"Whatever you say, but I can't help it. Even if they hurt me, I must open this road to the dead for them. My soul belongs to this land and the people on this land. They can bear me , but I can't let them down."

Zhang San's eyes are engraved with innate determination, "This is a mission, but also a destiny."

"idiot!"

"Ran Xiaoan!" Ran Xiaole reprimanded sharply, "Apologize!"

Xiao An snorted and muttered reluctantly: "I'm sorry."

"Don't blame him, I also think I'm stupid." Zhang San smiled, "But I've been stupid all my life, and I don't want to die but become sober and deny my life's beliefs, it's more sad, isn't it? "

"Aren't you resentful?"

"Resentment is one thing, duty is another. There is a clear distinction. No matter how resentful I am, I must send the last person away."

It makes sense, but I can't even refute it.

Having said that, the loyal ministers in history never resented the people who ate their own blood.

Sure enough, it is not a moral height that my generation can achieve.

Ran Xiaole was physically and mentally exhausted, he was powerless to give charity to anyone, and he was also powerless to pity anyone. He had lived at the bottom of the society since he was a child, and he couldn't learn anything except indifference.Just like the thousands of grassroots people, he can't see through, let alone see through the truth of the matter, so he is even more powerless to blame anyone.

Of course, he would not cry bitterly over such noble sentiments, nor would he even be moved.It's not his fault. People who have never been treated kindly by life can't expect him to admire the feelings of idealists.All night, until dawn and leaving the woodshed, until Zhang Sanlei drove the donkey cart that was falling apart to give rice to fewer and fewer people, until he finally sent them out of the village, Ran Xiaole only remembered what Zhang San said a sentence.

It was this sentence that made him unable to understand him, but understood him.

"If I can't keep my original intention, what is the difference from the human beings I hate?"

The author has something to say:

Hahaha may be a bit thunderous (*/ω＼*)

After that, the story will gradually get on the right track.