[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

A strong wind rushed out of the mountain and swooped down along the ridge, causing the vegetation to fall one by one along the way.

At the foot of the mountain, a ritual is being done.

A pile of scorched dry grass, a few Taoists who deceived the crowd, and everyone present, the expressionless observers.

—Let's go, let's go.

The Taoist said so, the crowd dispersed, and two corpses were exposed in the charcoal.

——In this way, the disease can be cured, it can be cured...

They were ragged, with haggard faces, panting every step, and each of them looked dead.

The wind stopped and the trees stopped. Facing this scene, apart from the rustling of everyone present, there was endless silence.

—Sin, sin, but if it weren't for this, we...

They said, whispered, said with pity, said with a little guilt, said with peace of mind...

Just talking in the mouth, not in the heart.

Those are two lives, so why not them.

The wind is invisible, invisible is ruthless, ruthless is no tears; the wind blows, raises a few wisps of sand and dust, and takes away a few sighs.

Among the crowd, a boy suddenly broke free from his mother's hand and turned to look at the two pitch-black corpses.

"Mo'er?" His mother didn't know why, and saw him step up, walking against the flow of people towards the corpse.

I just wanted to see how that person died in this life.

Liu Xiang...

He half-kneeled in front of him and looked at the charred corpse carefully.

"Mo'er!" The boy's mother rushed over, trying to drag him away, "What are you looking at, this...is so beautiful! There will be a Taoist priest here to deal with it, you hurry up with mother, be obedient, hurry up, Don't get any evil..."

"Go?" "He" turned his head, with faint starlight in his eyes, "Where are you going?"

"Of course...going home..."

"Where is home...?" he asked calmly.

"Mo'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mother..."

The woman hugged him and looked around in panic, but heard whispers around him had already started.

"There's something wrong with this boy, could it be... the God of Plague chose another body to possess him!"

"This shouldn't be..."

"There is nothing wrong with it, as long as it is suspicious, you can't let it go!"

Dozens of people, dozens of pairs of eyes, looked at a child in unison, all with malicious intent.

"You guys still want to burn me?" Regardless of the woman's dissuasion, the boy straightened up and looked at the people present, "Burn, so you can feel at ease, one him, one me, and the next one, is it you or you?"

Two Taoists stepped forward: "Where are you evildoer, you will be captured soon..."

"Tsk, evildoer? Let's take it as it is... With this body, I just want to do some interesting things that have been put aside for many years."

The boy smiled slightly and stepped out with his head held high.

"First, those who confuse people with evil words, deserve to die."

The flames sprang up, and it was actually the two Taoists who inexplicably fired, the fire was so fast and violent, only the screams were heard, both of them perished, leaving a scorched mark on the ground.

"Monster...this is a monster!"

Everyone was shocked when they saw it, and when they wanted to escape, it was too late.

"Second," the boy said again, "the foolish and selfish should die."

Stepping out in two steps, there was a lot of wailing, and among the people present who had spoken a little bit badly just now, not a single one was missed, and they were all burned to death by the unprovoked fire.

"You... who are you..."

Someone knelt down tremblingly, but still had the courage to ask questions, and would rather die than ask for clarification.

"Who... Someone asked me the same question just now," he raised his eyebrows, "Who am I? I thought I understood, but now I realize that I am not the only one who doesn't understand who I am..."

"Third," he continued, "indifferent bystanders, like you. Have you ever thought about this question—who are you?"

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, not understanding what she meant by what she said.Some of them are refugees who fled here to escape the war, and some are locals who have lived here for three or four generations.They are all different, but tonight, they did the same thing.

"Everyone here is staying here because you all know in your heart that the mother and child are innocent," he said, "Where in the world do plague gods come from? They are all things made up by mortals who can't live up to the destiny. Because my life is not long, So it’s about blaming other people for living longer — that’s what you are.”

They were all silent.Cowards, always, are cowards.

"I've heard that a gentleman seeks to curb evil and promote good, and obeys the heavens. One of them is a person who promotes evil; Isn't that evil? So—" he said slowly, "you should die too."

When the fire came again, there was a groaning scene. It was really a firestorm, and no one escaped.

After the fire, there was a dead silence again.Only the boy and the boy's mother remained in place.

He turned his head and saw his physical mother trembling.

"You are afraid of me," he pointed to his body, "this is your son, your own son. You have the courage to bring him to watch an atrocity, why don't you have the courage to look at him now...Mother? "

"No...my Mo'er..." The woman's teeth were trembling, and she couldn't help crying, "You are not Mo'er...you...please...please give him back to me..."

"Please?" He squatted down and squatted in front of her, "You are also a mother, and some things can empathize with you. When you burned them to death, did that mother also beg you? Those who were present at that time, Is there even one, just one, willing to intercede for him? What were you doing at that time? Come, look at them, and answer me."

Under his gaze, she tried her best to take a look at the two charred corpses, then immediately closed her eyes again and stopped looking.

"I... what can I do... I'm just a woman, no one can stop it..." she said with tears, "If I stop it, I will offend everyone... I will die..."

"Oh..." he sighed, "everyone is as you think, so they, they, are dead."

He got up, stretched out a palm, and caressed the woman Tianling.

Third, indifferent bystanders, damn it.

His palm stopped on top of her head, this one was the last one.Just one palm down...

He was suddenly bewildered, even if he slapped it down, so what?The dead will not come back to life.

It was the first time that such an idea appeared in Yang Chan's mind.A person who has nothing to do with her is like an ant, if you pinch it, you will die - but she hesitated!

What the hell is she doing?Is this behavior avenging Liu Xiang?Why did she want to avenge him?These people deserve to die because they regard human life as worthless. Is she innocent who knew the atrocities but didn't try to stop them in advance? !

On what basis--why does she judge others to be guilty, and what qualifications does she have to punish evil and promote good for whom?

In an instant, the momentary quickness expressed when killing people was insignificant before that.

No more fun.What a strange thing.

One palm, obviously only one palm.

However, why is it so difficult today that things that were so common in the past?

She recalled the night when the Long family was destroyed, the crying.At that time, she also let go of one person.At that time, was it really just because of a hobby to save a life?

When she was five years old, she went to the pond, and her second brother followed her. She was only allowed to play in the water, but not to enter the water.A lot of things are often missed in the memory. That afternoon, after 900 years, the clear details were rediscovered...

It turned out that she caught a fish that day.

A small fish, the thickness of a finger, a common species.

"Second Brother," she smiled happily at the time, "A fish, Achan caught a fish!"

A fish in your hand - a life in your hand.She is happy to hold a life, and happy to pronounce the future of this life.

Who is she...

Yang Chan never thought carefully about the meaning behind her smile at that time, and looking back, she shuddered.

The her at that time, the later her... Maybe there is no difference between her and her heart.

In her palm, now holds a life.

A woman, kneeling in front of her, waiting for her hair.Just like the fish back then, she couldn't get rid of it, and her life was in her hands.

Then... what happened then...

Yang Chan withdrew her palm, she remembered that at the end of the day, she let the fish go.

……

"Achan... Do you still remember that the second brother told you what death means?"

……

"Achan..."

A sigh overlapped with the voice in memory.She slashed at the woman's neck with her backhand, and the latter fell to the ground.

"She didn't die, she just fainted," she said, "She...I spare her life. Second brother."

She turned around and took off the mortal skin, and the child named Mo'er fell on his back.

In Yang Jian's eyes, he was still the third sister who was dressed in white and was spotless.

"Your consciousness is out of the body, let me come and take a look," he said solemnly, "For 300 years, let you meditate for 300 years, and now more than a hundred people have died, only for you to spare one life..."

"300 years...Second brother, so you still remember," she said faintly, "You promised that you would come to see me... If I hadn't escaped my spiritual consciousness unexpectedly this time, I'm afraid I would see you again. less than..."

The description of her spiritual consciousness is fading, she has been away from her real body for too long, and it is time to go back.

"Second brother, I have a lot of things to ask you," she said, "I want to know if you have ever lied to me about why some fragments in my memory are always out of order... Is it only my heart that I lost? "

"Achan..."

"You... are my last dear relative in this world, but should I believe you?"

……

Opening his eyes, his consciousness has returned to the prison.

Yang Jian didn't answer in the end, maybe it was too late or he didn't want to say it.

She only remembered the last moment, the second brother in her eyes was actually lonely like never before.