Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

The sun sets in the west, and the decadent sunset shines on the wasteland outside the village.

The man was squatting at the entrance of the village, watching the sunset on the horizon, smoking a dry cigarette in silence.

The man has just reached middle age, but he is full of wrinkles and has half-white hair. He looks like a rickety old man.

"Dad, Mom is calling you to come home for dinner."

A brisk voice sounded, and a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old ran behind the man. The young man was thin and had a silly look on his face.

The man knocked the dry tobacco pole on the stone next to him, knocking out the contents. The sparks went out, then turned around, looked at his silly son and let out a deep sigh.

"Shinjimaru, daddy I'm sorry for you..."

"Why are you sorry for me?"

After hearing his father's words, Shinchimaru asked blankly.

The man was silent, and then squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying from his wrinkled face.

He reached out and stroked his son's hair at the temples:" nothing"

"Tomorrow you are going to the mountain with Aunt Xing from the village head. Remember not to make any noise or make a fuss. do you know?"

Xin Zhimaru was a little confused and nodded.

"Let's go home. Your mother must have made a lot of delicious food today."

"Well, my mother killed the old hen at home today. When she was killing the chicken, she was still crying because she couldn’t bear to part with the chicken."

"Silly boy, it’s not that your mother can’t bear to part with that chicken, it’s that she can’t bear to part with you....."

The man grabbed his son's hand hard, then turned back and looked outside the village for the last time.

Then he stopped.

He looked out of the village with some disbelief. He saw the elongated shadow on the wasteland in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Someone.

Someone came to the village

"Dad?"

Xin Zhimaru tilted his head and asked, but was stopped by the man sternly. The person was walking towards the village, getting closer and closer, and the man could see the person's appearance clearly - he was in his twenties or twenty-four years. The young man was wearing strange clothes, but he was indeed a person.

The young man walked straight towards the village. The man first looked around and found that there were no other villagers, and then approached him, and he saw it more clearly..

This young man has a slender and well-proportioned body, which is completely different from the villagers in his village who have no time to eat but need to work in the new fields.

His clothes are strange, but the material of his clothes is much better than the linen clothes on his body.

The young man reveals a completely different style from this poor village.

The farthest place the man has ever been is the market in the town. I heard that there is a city a few kilometers away from the town. It is said that there are items from the West in the city. , something that can shine. Maybe the young man is wearing clothes from the West.

Is he a nobleman or a Chinese? The man subconsciously thought, but it doesn't matter whether he is a noble or other important man.

He just felt lucky, extremely lucky, as if the gods and Buddhas in the sky were blessing him.

The man suppressed his inner ecstasy. As a villager in a remote mountain village, although he now advocates equality among the four peoples, he is even more affected by the strict hierarchy that has existed for thousands of years. Institutional influence. He bent down, almost lying on the ground.

"Sir, I wonder why you came to the village?"

It was getting late, and no one would want to stay in the wild. No matter what happened to this young man, he must spend the night in the village.

The man did not receive a reply. He raised his head with some anxiety and looked at the young man in front of him. The young man was looking at him. Looking at him, the man instinctively escaped.

But his stupid son looked at the young man curiously. The man quickly held down his son and pushed him to the ground.

After a while, the young man finally spoke:"I am a man. A traveler came here by mistake. It's getting late and I want to stay with you for one night."

The young man's tone was a bit strange, but the man could barely hear it clearly, and it made him even more happy - the young man who claimed to be a traveler seemed to be a foreigner.

"Of course there is no problem. If you don't mind, you can come to my house."

The man said, for fear that the young man would not enter the village and lead the way himself.

Fortunately, the young man did not seem to have any suspicion or vigilance, and just entered the village.

The sky was getting dark, and there were no people in the farmland.

There were some people carrying hoes on their backs.

The farmer who was about to finish his work stood on the ridge with a numb face until he saw the young man who was obviously an outsider, but he turned his eyes and seemed to have thought of something.

He grinned and showed his yellow teeth as he walked across the farmland.

Arriving at the village's house complex, it can be seen that the village is not big, with only about thirty households.

Although the houses are somewhat dilapidated, they are still habitable.

The man led the young man into a dilapidated courtyard with a middle-aged woman. When the man walked out, he was stunned when he saw the outsider introduced by the man.

The man quickly sent the woman away and took the young man into the house.

The roof of the wooden house was still covered with thatch, and the bedroom and living room were barely separated. Each area.

The young man was introduced into the living room. In the middle was a furnace with burning wood and an iron pot on top. The soup was boiling in the pot, exuding the aroma of meat.

"Distinguished guests, please take a seat first...There have been no outsiders in the village for a long time. I need to talk to the village chief first."

The man left. Before leaving, he introduced himself as Ashin.

There were only two people in the living room. Shinjimaru was wearing a cloth filled with pudding and sitting on his knees on the floor. He looked at the boiling iron pot in a daze. The chicken is drooling from the corner of the mouth.

"May I have your name?"The young man suddenly asked.

Shinchimaru was in a daze for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that the other party was asking for his name.

Shinchimaru showed a silly smile and said,"My name is Shinchimaru."

"Shinchimaru, I see that there are not many old people and children in this village. Where have all the old people and children gone?"

"elder...Son, are you talking about Erlang and Sanlang in the east of the village, Granny Zhi in the north, and Grandpa Ayi? They went up the mountain a long time ago."

"Shinchimaru!"

The woman suddenly walked into the living room and shouted to her son nervously.

Then, she looked at the young man and said with a forced smile:"I'm sorry, guest, my son is not very bright."

The young man nodded, but didn't ask too much.

After a while, the man named Ashin came back. When he came back, there was an extra clay pot in his hand.

There were mud seals on the corners of the pot. Traces of wine flowed out from it.

Ashin touched the back of his head and said:"The village chief has something to do at home, and the village chief can't get away, but he gave me a pot of wine to entertain the distinguished guests."

Axin went back to the bedroom, took out two broken pottery bowls, and filled the pottery bowls with wine.

"It's a bit cold at night and the houses are dilapidated. Guests can drink to keep away the cold."

While talking, the woman also brought four bowls of rice from the kitchen. They were not white rice, but orange millet.

"Distinguished guests please use..."

Ashin was holding a pottery bowl filled with wine. After seeing the young man drinking it without any scruples, he smiled and drank the wine in his own bowl.