days of being a ghost

However, the old doctor suddenly widened his eyes, took the plant with trembling hands and looked at it carefully, as if he was extremely shocked.

"Miracle, miracle. Miss Axu, where did you get this embroidered grass? Could it be that you went to the Black Rock Mountain? This kind of texture is probably the top embroidered grass! Miss Axu, with this A portion of medicinal materials, your mother can live a little longer!"

Lord Wuchang, must be Lord Wuchang!

For some reason, Ah Xu immediately thought of that black-clothed monster, the monster that always brought her hope.

"I don't know either." A Xu replied a little shyly: "Our benefactor is so powerful. I met him by chance. I don't know when the next time will be. Maybe... we will never meet again."

From the very beginning, she had an inexplicable dislike for monsters, and after learning of her father's death, she blindly hated monsters. Such emotions even angered Master Wuchang who had been helping her all along.

But she really regrets it.

Could it be that because they are demons, all their actions must be regarded as having ulterior motives, and shouldn't their help be recognized and thanked?

It's strange to think that sometimes, even when faced with someone who has behaved badly, other people will try to accept him as long as the person has changed his ways.But in the face of a monster who never misses bad things, people can't accept it anyway.

Could it be that just because a demon is a demon and a human being is a human being, can humans only indiscriminately hate, hate, and kill demons, or even blindly instill in others the truth that demons are "evil"?

Are demons really all evil, and humans really all good?

I heard from an old hunter in the village that Heishi Mountain, which has been haunted by monsters for decades and has not been green, suddenly grew green leaves one day, and there were also movements of living things.Villagers can re-enter Blackrock Mountain again.

A Xu also paid attention to this matter, and she had a faint guess in her heart that this might also have something to do with Mr. Wuchang.

Is it really impossible to meet?She hasn't apologized in person, she hasn't confirmed it in person, she hasn't thanked her in person.Thinking of this, A Xu began to feel sad.

The little girl pouted, with a slightly sad look on her pretty face.

"Ah Xu." Mrs. Hayakawa stroked the little girl's hair, "Smile, you still have a long way to go, and you will meet that benefactor again, even if your mother is not by your side in the future, you still have to Be strong, be brave, and be happy every day."

"Mom, don't say that, I will be fine, and you will be fine too." A Xu said anxiously: "If you want to say that, I will cry! I don't care about being strong and brave!"

Mrs. Hayakawa couldn't help smiling, she stretched out her hand to scratch A Xu's wrinkled nose, "Actually, after a person passes away, if someone is willing to shed tears for him, then it's worth living in the next life, that's a very happy thing Ah." She had a peaceful face, "You don't need to tell mom, you know that my illness has been delayed for too long, and the delay is only temporary, and I don't know when I will leave."

"Mom..." A Xu called out.

"However, it's great to be able to see spring again." Mrs. Hayakawa turned her head and looked up at the clear blue sky. She smiled softly and said, "Ah Xu, please help me to see the sunflowers in front of the village. , would love to see what they look like now."

Even though winter has just passed, the sunflowers in front of the village should still be in bloom. Is it still as in memory?Mrs. Hayakawa smiled and narrowed her eyes, and slowly walked towards the sunny place in her memory.

The weather in spring changes as soon as it changes.

Accompanied by the thunder of "Boom", the sky began to rain finely again.

At the end of the hazy rain, a figure seemed to come, looming and passing by.

Mo Wuchang didn't check, her long hair was wet by the sudden rain, she patted the water droplets on the fluffy scarf, she silently took off the scarf and put it in her sleeve.

"Oh, how can there be such a stupid monster." The mysterious demon in Yuhuan began to sarcastically sarcasm Mo Wuchang again, "Even if the rain is heavier, it can be avoided, but I still choose to get in the rain."

Mo Wuchang scratched his wet hair, "... Trouble."

"Hmph..." Xuanmo snorted coldly, "You don't find it troublesome to travel all over the country, you don't find it troublesome to meddle in other things along the way, you don't find it troublesome to leave the dishes and low debts after eating, but it's troublesome for you to avoid the rain !"

The black-clothed monster said with a wooden face: "The first three are the norm, but the last is not."

Mo Wuchang said that when he and Mo Baixing wandered through the rivers and lakes in the wind and rain, the Xuan Mo didn't know where to bury it!

——"Boom!"

After a dark purple lightning flashed across the sky, a sudden thunder blast rang in his ears.

In an instant, the pouring rain hit her head and face, and Mo Wuchang was caught off guard again. Looking up at the dark clouds rolling over her head, she unconsciously frowned and said: " eccentric!"

From the village ahead, the sound of monks chanting sutras could be heard, but under the cover of this strange rain, it became softer and inaudible.

"A demon, it must be a demon who is doing evil!" Granny Mei half-opened her cloudy eyes, pointing her withered fingers at the dark sky, "A demon, it is a demon, it is evil, it is evil!"

——At the funeral, monks will be invited to chant scriptures for the deceased to save the souls of the dead. The heavy rain interrupted the monks' scriptures.If the heavy rain did not stop for a long time, the funeral would not be able to go on.

The rain wet the broken hair on A Xu's forehead, and she looked at the dark clouds in the sky helplessly.

This is her mother's funeral. Her mother passed away in her favorite spring as she wished, with a peaceful smile on her face, as if she didn't want her to be sad and overwhelmed.

She couldn't assert that the heavy rain was caused by monsters like Granny Mei did, but no matter whether it was caused by monsters or God's will, the rain was really not at the right time.A Xu forced himself to calm down, and said to the villagers attending the funeral: "It's raining heavily, everyone go back."

"Then girl from the Hayakawa family, what are you going to do next?" a villager asked.

"I..." A Xu paused, "I will stay here and see my mother for the last time."

The villagers shook their heads, "Ah Xu, looking at the sky, it's still raining."

Some villagers also stepped forward to dissuade them, but A Xu politely refused.

The villagers couldn't hold back A Xu, so they could only give her an umbrella and left shaking their heads.

There was another burst of lightning and thunder, violent wind and showers, and the surrounding area was covered by dark clouds, making it even darker.

The monk who chanted sutras for Mrs. Hayakawa focused on chanting sutras with closed eyes, as if he was not disturbed by the sudden heavy rain. A Xu stood quietly aside, although his face was pale from the cold, he still insisted on waiting for the ceremony to end.

At this moment, a figure came from outside the village, and that figure seemed very familiar.

A Xu rubbed her eyes blurred by the rain, a little unsure, until the figure approached, and she called out softly: "...Master Wuchang."

Mo Wuchang noticed the mourning dress on the girl, pursed his lips silently, and said without thinking, "Didn't you have time?"

But A Xu understood, she shook her head, "It's good to be here now."

Mo Wuchang let out an "oh", looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and said plainly:

"It's not raining, let's clear up the clouds for you."

A Xu looked at the girl in black with a calm face in puzzlement, thinking that if it was going to rain at this time, how could the dark clouds be easily dispersed?Before A Xu could figure out what to do, he saw the girl in black in front of her take two steps to the right, climbed onto the trunk of the tree next to her, and leaped up to the top of the tall tree with several strides.

Mo Wuchang waved his right sleeve, and a small knife flashing green electric light was released brazenly. It cut a large circle under the dark cloud, and made a big hole in the billowing black cloud like cutting paper.

Something seemed to have fallen from that hole, and Mo Wuchang Fengpo gun was in his hand, and he hooked the tip of the gun before the thing fell to the ground.

"Ouch, my cloud, my cloud!" The thing that was hooked on the tip of the gun suddenly let out a sharp scream, and at that moment, the dark clouds that covered the sky seemed to begin to disperse. The sound of wind and rain also gradually became lighter.

It turned out that what Mo Wuchang knocked down from the cloud was nothing but a thin, black monster.

"What should you do for raining indiscriminately?" Mo Wuchang looked at the monster dangling on the tip of the gun expressionlessly, "Since you have come down, you don't have to go back. Please explain clearly."

The monster who left the dark cloud had no choice but to beg for mercy, "Ah, the little monster doesn't dare anymore, ah, it's because the dead little monster in Noma is holding a grudge, and asked me to help him find a chance to teach the girl from the Hayakawa family a lesson. I don't dare to rashly Come out, it will have to rain at this time."

"So, you are the demon king nearby?" Mo Wuchang said.

"Yes... No, no, you are the king, you are the king." The monster looked at the black-clothed monster flatteringly, hoping that she would let it go soon.

Mo Wuchang didn't make a sound, just stared at the monster blankly for a while, "So, you will make a written promise, promising that the monsters in the vicinity will no longer hurt people and do evil, and I will let you go."

The written evidence made by the demon contains its fear, so once the written evidence is established, there is no fear that the demon will not follow through.

The monster was actually reluctant, but out of helplessness, he could only agree, but it said, "How can I, a monster in the deep mountains, know how to write, so don't let me make any written evidence."

That's right, she can't read.Mo Wuchang nodded, looked around, and aimed at the white paper umbrella in Miss A Xu's hand.

So she said: "Oh, then you can make a fingerprint." She tapped the paper umbrella over there, "Just press it on that umbrella."

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