[Comprehensive] The Hundred Stories of Qingxingdeng

Chapter 87

What's going on outside, you can see everything at a glance.

When the fire ignited, Yimulian looked at the blazing flames, but the heart that thought he would be indifferent could not always remain calm.His gaze began to fall on the sleeping woman from time to time, looking at the flames that were burning closer and closer, he thought at a glance: Doesn't this woman feel hot?

The woman who was curled up in the corner and hugged the god was sleeping very deeply, with a peaceful look on her face, as if there was something in the dream world that made her feel calm.The rising heat rushed towards the face, lifting all the hair on the woman's forehead, and those hairs were flying in the air like algae swaying in the water.

Looking at her from one glance to the next, the calm gaze finally gained extra warmth after touching a scar on the corner of the woman's forehead.

That heart-shaped scar...

And that location...

"... Shaluo?" An uncertain voice came out of Yimulian's mouth, accompanied by a slightly shocked look on Mulian's face.

In Yimulian's memory, there was once such a lovely girl.But at the age of seven or eight, he looked extremely sensible.Sha Luo always likes to look at him with wide and bright eyes, and then call his name: "Master Yimulian."

"Master Yimulian..."

"Master Yimulian..."

"Master Yimulian is so kind and has done so many things for us, but is Master Yimulian happy? Is Master Yimulian happy?"

The girl occasionally asks such a question.

The temple of Yimulian is located in the high mountains and deep forests. Except when there is something to ask for, people seldom go to his temple, except Shaluo.

Little Shaluo always comes to Yimulian's temple to help Yimulian clean the temple.

At that time, Shaluo was really small, and she couldn't see the existence of Yimulian, but she had been doing this kind of thing all the time, and then would ask such questions to the shrine when she was free.

Yimulian never answered, but Sharo didn't care, she believed in the existence of Yimulian, and told the people in the village: "When I grow up, I must become Lord Yimulian's witch."

Sha Luo is an orphan, and the families in the village below the mountain take turns to take care of her.Because she is capable and diligent, everyone likes her very much, and everyone in the village is optimistic about Shaluo's ambition.

Even Yimulian doesn't understand why there is such a little girl who believes in him like this.

From this little girl's body, Yimulian could feel extraordinarily pure faith and strength.Even though this little girl's physique is actually not that suitable to become a priestess, but because of Sharo's trust in Yimulian, all the spells of Yimulian can exert great power when held in her hands.

She is like a little sun emitting warm rays, even Yimulian is touched by her enthusiasm.

As the little girl grows up, she can gradually see the existence of Yimulian, although only a little bit, and they can't even communicate in words, because Shaluo can't hear Yimulian's voice yet.

Watching Shaluo grow up slowly, at that time, Yimulian thought, maybe it would be a good thing to have one more witch.

But before Sharo became a witch, the great flood happened.

That is a terrible disaster for human beings. Yimulian is the god of wind. He can control the power of the wind but cannot control the fate of the flood.In the end, he saved the people under the mountain at the cost of one of his eyes, but Shaluo disappeared.

People said that Sharo died in that flood, and Yimulian couldn't feel Sharo's existence.

It was the first time that, as a god, Yimulian felt as if he had lost something.

But soon it won't be the first time...

Afterwards, many things happened, and Yimulian, who was originally very gentle towards human beings, gradually became indifferent little by little, until when he fell into a deep sleep, Yimulian's heart was also a barren indifference.

Yimulian never thought that he would see Sharo again one day.

This is really Sara, right?

The old Sara.

Yimulian approached the sleeping Shaluo, carefully watching her eyebrows and eyes.

Although there are many wrinkles on Shaluo's face, her beauty and innocence have been worn away by the hardships of life, and there are traces of wind, frost and swords on her skin, but...

This is really Sharo.

It's still the same Sha Luo who was full of him back then.

That little Shaluo who didn't know whether to say he was innocent or stupid.

Yimulian raised his slightly trembling fingertips to lightly touch the end of Sha Luo's eyebrows, and his eyes glanced at the scar on Shaluo's forehead that could not fade even after so many years-this scar was the one that little Shaluo saw Yimulian back then. The roof of the temple leaked rain and tried every means to climb up to repair it, but he was too small to stand firmly and fell down.

But it was also that time that little Shaluo really saw Yimulian's figure for the first time.

At that time, Fenglong was still sitting down at Yimulian, and brought little Shaluo to Yimulian, and Yimulian bandaged her wound——Yimulian could use wind to protect others, but he couldn’t act like a fairy with the ability to heal restore it.

It was unbearable for a little girl to have such a scar on her forehead, but at that time, little Shaluo didn't care about the scar on her forehead because she could see Yimulian. Grabbing Yimulian's sleeve, he kept shouting, "Master Yimulian."

Also since then, Yimulian has had a little follower.

The trembling on Yimulian's fingertips calmed down little by little, and his eyes that were so calm and desolate were also stained with a little bit of the tenderness of the past.Sighing softly and helplessly, Yimulian hugged Shaluo who was curled up there.

A slight wind blowing from nowhere surrounded them, gently lifted them up, and disappeared under the cover of the raging flames.

The fire outside became smaller and bigger, the walls were licked by the tongue of fire, leaving scorched marks, and the beams on the roof were burned from it, snapped and fell down.

Many people in the village stood watching all this from a distance, their faces were mixed with tension and expectation, and their eyes were fixed on the burning flames until the fire began to gradually get smaller. The eyes convey the same message.

"Already... burnt to death?"

"I haven't come out for such a long time, must have been burned to death?"

"That demon was injured, maybe he didn't have the strength to leave at all, so he was burned to death inside like this?"

"Can you still find the body of the woman in the dilapidated house?"

"How could such a big fire be found? It was burned to ashes."

"Did none of the women and children in the village come out?"

"None of them came out..."

"Are you sure no one was injured or killed again?"

"No."

Sentence after sentence came from different populations one after another. Everyone gathered together to ask and answer each other, which made me feel more stable in my heart.

Some people have even started to think, if the demon has been killed by them, can the money used to buy the big sword be returned to them?After all, it is not easy for them to make some money.

Someone even twisted the corners of his mouth and said excitedly: "It's not hard to kill monsters. It seems that those big swords are not very powerful. They are not the same as the rumors."

Colby looked at everything in front of him. After seeing his father turn around silently, he slowly put away the excited look in his eyes. He turned to the others and said, "Everyone has been tired for a long time, let's go back and rest for a while."

From the loud noise last night and the discovery of Cole's death to now, the group of them has indeed not closed their eyes for a long time.

Feeling a little more at ease, the people turned and left the burnt house one after another, thinking that the fire would probably be extinguished by the time they got up, and there was nothing to worry about until then.

Even if there were people like Puli who felt uneasy and didn't think they had really killed the demon, they were still a minority.Others don't necessarily think that the woman in the broken house is someone who is possessed by a demon, they just hope so.

I hope they didn't think wrong, didn't kill the wrong person, and the demon has been burned to death.

The people in the village all returned to their homes to rest behind closed doors, and many of the work of this day was put down, as if today was a day that could make people feel relaxed.

The children, who didn't know what happened, continued to play as before after they were allowed to go out, but they were not allowed to approach the area of ​​the village chief's house.The women also came out of the house one after another, doing what they should do.

The chickens and ducks raised in the village walked crookedly, shaking their bodies and making creaking sounds.

Everything looked the same as usual.

Until a terrified scream sounded, the men who had finally rested were quarreled again.

"It's dead!!!"

"Colby is dead!!!"

Colby died in the room where he was resting as a successor to the village chief who was respected by the new generation.

At that time, his wife just left for a while to weed outside the door. The small vegetable patch in front of the door needs to be taken care of every day.But it was just such a short time. When Colby's wife prepared the meal and was about to call Colby to get up for dinner, she found that she couldn't wake him up.

Colby was lying straight on the bed like that, with the quilt still covering his body.

When his wife lifted the quilt from Colby's body, she saw that there was a hole in his abdomen, a bloody mess, and a thick bloody smell instantly filled the whole room.

His wife was so frightened that she screamed on the spot, perhaps passing out would have been a better option for her.

Colby's death made the village, which had been slightly relaxed, become tense again, and in the next few days, the whole village fell into panic.

"When will the big sword come back!" A man with bloodshot eyes and a maniac appearance punched the wall, his two temples bulging outward, as if he would go crazy the next moment.

And no one else in the village was much better than him.

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