[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

"Achan, the second brother found your favorite candy, come and try it?"

A stick of malt candy was handed over carefully, she took it, brought it to her mouth and licked it.

"Second brother..."

"what happened?"

"It's tasteless." She raised her hand and handed the candy back. "Candy, it's not very interesting."

……

It has been quite a while since Yuding left, Yang Chan didn't stay on that cliff for long, and went to the Xiyue Temple.Xiyue Temple is not far from here. At this time of year, there are very few people who come up the mountain to make a wish, and the trails in the mountains are naturally quite clean.On both sides of the mountain road, the vegetation has been moistened by the spring rain in the morning, and the new shoots have emerged, revealing the greenness.

Long Yan followed behind her, hesitated to speak several times, and had to remain silent all the way.

"What do you want to say?" Yang Chan said without turning her head, "I don't like to see people hesitate, if you have something to say, just say it."

"Who is the 'he' in the mouth of Master Yuding?" Long Yan asked.

"An old man. Are you curious about him?"

"..."

"Then let me tell you, he is my old friend, and he is also a mediocre person who is not worth mentioning. His biggest special feature is that I will meet him every time he lives. And in this life, he is you. "

She stopped and turned to him.

"I promised him to remember him. I did it. Apart from this, there is no unnecessary relationship between me and him. Yuding has seen his first life, so I also know him. "

Seeing that Long Yan seemed to relax a bit, she said: "Let's go, your previous life was as dull as water, there is nothing to explore."

Just as he was about to move forward, he suddenly noticed something strange beside him, so he lowered his head and watched intently.

"The vegetation hasn't sprouted here, it's because someone arranged a barrier..." She thought to herself, "That kid from Canaan, he's really talented to be able to set up such a formation."

Turning to Long Yan and asking: "Canaan made this, you taught it?"

Long Yan nodded, unable to argue.

"Don't teach me in the future! You think you're smart, you owe me a lesson."

Long Yan nodded again and continued to accompany her.

Ahead, Xiyue Temple.

Sure enough, there were very few people praying, but there were still some people who came, but the temple guard did not greet people in the main hall, but went to sweep the ground in the courtyard.

One after the other, they turned around the side door and entered the Notre Dame Hall.This place has become more and more deserted since it was moved to the mountain, and the window sills and tables are all covered with dust.Maybe it's because there wasn't enough incense in this place, and the temple guards didn't even bother to clean it.

Yang Chan didn't bother to clean up either.She just came to see, not to work.But after waiting for a whole morning, those who came to make a wish did not come, and even the guards of the temple came to have a look. This side hall is a bit too neglected.

Yang Chan waited for a long time and felt impatient: "It's really boring! I was bored in the cave, so I went to this place in the world to get some air. Who would have thought it would be better to go back and accompany the fox."

Just as he was about to get up, a person finally ushered in outside the door.

A young girl, dressed as a farmer, should be a village girl from the bottom of the mountain——as soon as she rushed through the door, she knelt down on the ground: "My Lady, I can't live anymore...I can't live anymore..."

Another secular story.

In the story, there is a man.He married a wife and had children that year, and his wife was two years younger than him.Men don't drink alcohol, don't like gambling, are hardworking and willing to work, and they can farm the land for a year, which is considered a small savings.Their family has been farmers for generations, they have never read any books, and they once envied those literate peers, but in this village, not reading seems to be the same thing.His wife, when she was 17, bore him two children.A man and a woman, the woman is tall and the man is young.Such a family looks happy to outsiders.

Oh, but unfortunately, he has a daughter.

The man's daughter grew up to sixteen, and she was already a slim girl, with peach blossom eyes and an oval face, showing all the advantages of her parents.

So, it became her sin.

The first time, it was Mid-Autumn Festival.The mother hadn't seen her natal family for a long time, so she took the child with her and went back to visit relatives. The father and daughter were the only two left at home.That night, the man faced the full moon that day and took the body of his own daughter.The next day, the wife returned home with her son. The man tidied up his clothes and greeted him with a smile. He was still her good husband.

And that girl's life fell into a nightmare.This is the nightmare, but it's only just begun.

There was the first time, there was the second time, and the third time... When the girl crashed into the Notre Dame Hall, she was four months pregnant, and the next road was to be soaked in a pig cage.

She can't speak out about her father's evil deeds, because he is the pillar of the family, if he is to blame, once sent to the government, her mother and younger brother will not be able to live; however, in such a place, even if she speaks out, it is nothing No, she is no longer innocent. From now on, it will not be the perpetrator who the villagers point out, but the victim in front of her.

Right and wrong do not lie in the common sense of the world, but often exist in other people's tongues.

"I hope he dies, just die immediately, and then I die too. Anyway, I can't live with this body..."

The girl fell to the ground, crying bitterly.

……

The moonlight was just right, and it was another night.When Song Laojiu returned home, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

"Yan'er, why don't you light up the lamp?" He took off his boots and dusted off the dust, only to hear a noise in the room, and the numb daughter stood in front of her with her head bowed.

The hostess of this family has gone home to visit her relatives. Ever since Yan'er's first time..., she has often brought her son to visit her relatives.After all, this family depends on her husband, and for this family, such a little sacrifice is right.

Song Laojiu looked at Yan'er, and then at the inside of the house.There was no one around, only the two of them, he swallowed, and took a step forward.

Yan'er also took a step back.

He simply stepped forward and pressed his daughter onto the table, and the bulging chest was pressed against him, and he couldn't hold back any longer: "Good boy, can you do that with dad tonight too?" Undoing her tie with one hand, rubbing her daughter's face with the other hand, kissing and chewing.

"I... Father... I... I have..." Yan'er interrupted him, unable to bear it any longer, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.

"What?" Song Laojiu froze, "Impossible!"

"I have... the pulse to find someone...really..." Yan'er's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Whose pulse is it?" Song Laojiu's expression changed.

Her voice trembled a little: "A wandering doctor, just passing by, he gave me the number... ah..."

A slap fell, slapping one side of her cheek.

"Bitch!"

Song Laojiu showed no mercy and beat his daughter.He kicked her stomach hard, trying to kick the child off.

Against the moonlight, the person in front of him is no longer a father or a human being, but a dark, living evil ghost.This evil spirit wants to tear her apart. She was born because of him, but her own life is about to be destroyed in his hands!

"Anyone who goes against human relations, damn it." A voice came from outside the room, the voice was old and vigorous.

"Who?!" Song Laojiu was startled.

"The volunteer."

Someone stepped through the door, under the moonlight, a small figure, just a child about five years old.

Song Laojiu saw who was coming, and couldn't help laughing: "Heh! Where did you come from, let's take care of your grandpa!"

"You, remember what you said."

Yang Chan's eyes turned cold, a silver light flashed, and Song Laojiu knelt down in response.The sword was fast, and before it hurt, he blinked again, only to realize that the tendons in his legs had been broken and he couldn't stand up.

"Ah... my legs... my legs ah ah ah ah..."

The mournful wailing could not be heard outside the house, Long Yan guarded the door, and a barrier cut off the sound here.

"Finally be honest," Yang Chan leaned closer, "They say that tiger poison is not enough to eat children, yet you touch your daughter, what on earth are you thinking?"

Not sarcasm, but genuine curiosity.She tilted her head and looked at him.After the man knelt down, he was finally as tall as her, his eyes met, one was calm and the other was frightened.

Yan'er was beaten up just now and was seriously injured.At this time, he was so sad that he clutched his stomach and fell to the ground.

Song Laojiu was in pain and shock, he couldn't say anything.

"Well, it's okay if you can't say it," she stroked his hand to Tianling, "I can read you myself. Among the seven emotions, blindly fear, blindly desire, I haven't fully understood it yet."

Then the five fingers were gathered together, and the palm of the hand suddenly exerted strength, Song Laojiu's eyes turned white, and white foam gushed out of his mouth...

……

eight years old.

In the same night, the flames of a village, the corpses of a place.

The bloody water went eastward along the stream and merged into the river, never to return.

"Achan..."

Behind that sound, I can't tell what emotion it is.All she knew was that when she looked back slowly, she saw the self in her second brother's eyes, with loose black hair and blood on her body, a living Shura who had just crawled out of hell!

"Second brother, I found it. This is fun," she said with a smile. "Killing people—it's fun!"