Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"...On that day, a family in the village fell ill, and every day after that, people fell ill. The sick people were pale, unconscious, thinner and thinner, until they died...We couldn't find the source of the disease, and we didn't know how to treat it. , because more and more people were infected, they thought it might be a terrible disease. The village head reported it to the county, and after the government in the county knew about it, it sent several doctors to see it one after another at first. Later, it was about Seeing that there was no cure, the village was sealed off and we were not allowed to go out. Later... one night, when everyone in the village was asleep, those who died of strange diseases crawled out of their graves, They smashed windows and doors, and bit people when they came in. Those who were bitten were either killed or contracted the disease... overnight, it was like purgatory. Guiyao Village was completely sealed off. Anyone who wants to go out, whether it is a living person or a monster, is attacked by guns. The living people are either worried about getting sick or being attacked by those monsters every day. They have nowhere to escape... Day and night they live in fear and torture ...Day after day, there are not many people left alive in the isolated Guiyao Village. I watched the familiar people around me either be bitten into pieces or turned into monsters...I know that one day, the blockade outside It will also be invalid... Once the monsters in the village run out of the painting, then the whole world will become hell..."

"So, you chose to use your own life as the price to seal those monsters at the bottom of the lake?"

He nodded slightly: "I know that the flute has a hypnotic effect, and I accidentally knew that those monsters are afraid of water, so I used the sound of the flute to lure them into the lake with me... This is the only way I can think of. "This method is actually very stupid.

"And your method really worked... It must have been a coincidence. If you hadn't used your life to counteract it, you wouldn't have formed such a deep obsession to imprison those monsters at the bottom of the lake." Qing Huan said, "It's just... I still don't know at the beginning. How did the illness come about... Didn't anything strange happen before then?"

"Strange thing..." He thought for a while and said, "Before that, the livestock raised by several families in the village died inexplicably... It was really inexplicable, there was no trauma on the body, and there was no sign of poisoning..."

"What about the dead animals?"

"It was slaughtered and eaten... At that time, whose food was not a treasure, it will be a big dish by the end of the year." Whoever's livestock died can only consider himself unlucky, so it should be used as an advance supplement to the family.

"I think, maybe you shouldn't eat those livestock in the first place." Qing Huan said with a frown.

His eyes widened. "You mean the problems are with the livestock?"

"Times have changed, and now it's just speculation."

"Actually..." He also said with some uncertainty: "I remember, I once saw a strange person."

"A weirdo?"

"It should be said to be a shadow. I have seen that shadow twice. One night before everything happened, I saw that shadow appear on the clock tower in the village, but it disappeared immediately. The second time... It was the last night, when I led people into the lake, the last time I saw that shadow was on the shore, but at that time I couldn't care much about it, until the end, I didn't know who he was and what he was Purpose……"

"Did you see what he looked like?"

He shook his head: "There is only a shadow, I can't see his appearance clearly."

"Could it be..." Qing Huan contacted the painting he said before: "I remember you said that the person who saved you at the mass grave and warned you, could it be...they are actually one person? "After all, there are two unexpected people in one story...it doesn't make sense.

"No." He shook his head firmly: "Because I know the person who saved me."

Qing Huan asked strangely: "Didn't you say you didn't know each other before?"

"Of course I wouldn't know him if I just remembered him from my previous life, but after how many times I have been reincarnated, it is impossible not to know him." There was a look of emotion on his face.

"How do you say that?"

"Because he..." He paused, "It's Heiwuchang who extradites the undead."

Qing Huan tightened her hand holding the flute: "You said...the person who saved you...was Heiwuchang?!"

"Yeah, we've met several times, of course we know each other." He looked at Qing Huan puzzled, feeling that his reaction was a little off: "What's wrong with you?"

Where did Qing Huan think that there would be such a coincidence—this person had seen Hei Wuchang... yes, it was all a hundred years ago, and he hadn't been reincarnated as Bai Qinghuan at that time, wasn't he still Hei Wuchang in the underground palace?

"You know Heiwuchang... what kind of person is he...?"

"Heiwuchang?" He thought about it for a while, and slowly said: "He is described as handsome, with a refined temperament, seemingly indifferent, but with compassion in his heart, he doesn't look like a errand who works in the underworld at all... If I can't help myself, I really want to make friends with him..." His tone was full of regret.

"Then...how is his treatment in the underworld?"

"I'm still just a dead soul, and I don't know what's going on in the underworld. However, after I've seen it several times, the officials in the underworld are very respectful to him, and I think it's not bad." He looked at Qing Huan: "Why do you Are you so interested in Hei Wuchang?"

"I... just curious." Qing Huan changed the subject: "Can you know what mistake you made in the first place to be punished for reincarnation like this?"

"I..." He pursed his lips: "Don't look at me now, I can't even be a ghost. I think I was prosperous back then... At that time, I was young and devoted myself to eliminating demons and defending the way. These achievements, just when they were in high spirits, fell into a big somersault, not to mention the loss of Taoism, because of their own selfishness, a moment of soft-heartedness hurt the people of a city, and cost the lives of thousands of people... These reincarnations are all The juvenile died, and he died a bad death, and I deserve it.”

There are many stories in his words, but Qing Huan saw that he couldn't bear to look back on the past, so she didn't delve into it further.

"You have nowhere to go now. Our acquaintance is also due to fate," Qing Huan said, "Although I can't help you get rid of the curse of reincarnation, I can still keep you safe for a while. Why don't you follow me first, and then look for opportunities .My name is Bai Qinghuan, and I don't know your name yet."

"I..." He looked at Qing Huan: "My name is Bai Xi... What a coincidence, we have the same surname, it's not an ordinary fate."

"It's indeed a coincidence." There are also coincidences that you don't know about... Qing Huan said heartily: If you find out in the future, don't hide it from you. I just can't help myself now.