long night walk

Chapter 210 We Are the Same Kind

It's dilapidated, barren, and dead.

It seems that the moonlight from the outside world cannot shine in, nor can the falling snow float in.

There is only black frozen soil, withered and fallen leaves all over the ground, being swept by the cold wind from nowhere, the ground is bleak.

But in this alley, there are people living there.

The temporary huts built with thatch are exposed to wind and cold everywhere, and the small bonfire seems to be the only light in this small world.

Bai Lian stopped and looked quietly at the old man beside the bonfire, who was feeding his granddaughter water with trembling hands. His eyes were filled with sadness and vicissitudes, and he said, "Son, it is Grandpa who is sorry for you."

It is really hard to imagine that there is such a narrow and dangerous place in Xianling City.

A dark wind blows from the humble alleys of heaven and earth, and night mist surrounds the ravines.

The cold wind blows, and the sound of the wind is sometimes far away and sometimes near.

Faintly, from the ancient west, came the faint and indistinguishable cry of a child.

The long, deep and ruined roads, the withered and old alleys, seem to have become a dark corner of the city that never sleeps.

The bright lights of prosperity that can illuminate the long night, the stars are vast, but there is no light to give to this small world of dark alleys.

There was a faint halo from the stove, which shone on the old man's face, but it made his facial features more and more hazy and unclear.

The granddaughter of the old storyteller saw blood tonight, she seemed to be out of consciousness with fright, and she hadn’t recovered yet. The old man gave her water, but she didn’t drink a sip, it all flowed out from her lips.

The little girl pursed her blue lips tightly, and made a muffled and strange sound.

Bai Lian stood with an umbrella and said softly, "Mr."

The storyteller, who was feeding his grandson with water to wipe the corners of his lips, was startled slightly, as if he was startled by the sudden call.

But soon he calmed down and put down the old porcelain bowl with a small hole in his hand.

He straightened his sleeves and looked at the young man under the dim light: "Young master, it's late at night, all kinds of evil things happened tonight, it's not safe to wander outside."

The night wind swayed the flames, pulling the shadows between the sloping walls on the ground into the dark darkness.

Bai Lian lowered his head, looked at the swaying shadow under his feet, he took out a piece of allegro from his sleeve: "The old man left in a hurry, forget this."

The storyteller stroked his granddaughter's hair, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately stood up to greet her with a grateful expression on his face: "Thank you, young master, for sending it here."

He stretched out his hand to receive it, but the hand that Bai Lian extended suddenly dropped, and the palm holding Allegro was covered by the big sleeve, so he could no longer see it.

Mr. Storyteller looked stunned.

Bai Lian nodded slightly to him, and said, "But I suddenly remembered that this belonged to that little girl."

As he spoke, he bypassed the storyteller and walked straight into the simple doorless tiled house.

He squatted down and looked at the distraught little girl by the stove without turning his eyes.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the grass-covered ground, but he didn't return the allegro. He smiled at her and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

In the dim night, his dark eyes, which were a circle larger than ordinary people's, should have been eerie and frightening.

It's just his smile, his gentle words and drizzle, like the wind and the moon, dispelling the invisible cold and strange feeling all around for nothing.

The little girl nestled in the corner stopped trembling, her tightly pursed lips loosened, but immediately clenched her teeth again.

The palm in Bailian's big sleeve moved lightly.

The little girl's face suddenly became extremely panicked, like a nightmare, and her face was covered with sweat.

However, when Bai Lian spread out his palm, it turned out to be a piece of butter sugar in the shape of a fat white rabbit, which was very cute and interesting.

A wisp of sweet sugar fragrance wafted in the night wind.

The little girl was obviously taken aback, but her expression was no longer confused and panicked. Her eyes settled on the white butter sugar in his palm, and she swallowed unconsciously.

A child from a poor family like her cannot afford this kind of high-quality cheese candy.

She stretched out a hand timidly. Her fingers were full of chilblains and blood blisters from playing the erhu all the year round. It was heartbreaking to watch.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he realized something again, retracted his hand and wiped the corner of his clothes carefully.

Wiping his fingers as clean as possible, he picked up the white rabbit buttermilk like a treasure.

A happy smile appeared on the small face.

She admired the lovely butter sugar repeatedly, but was reluctant to taste it.

I don't know if it's because I don't want to eat it, or for some other reason.

The moon is lingering in the sky, but the desolate moonlight hardly shines into this deserted alley.

Baili looked at the little girl quietly for a long time, then suddenly said: "Mr., your granddaughter can't talk?"

No matter in the inn or here, he seems to have never heard a word from the little girl.

In addition to exclamation and screams.

He hadn't heard a word from her.

The old man's voice came from behind: "Oh, my little granddaughter is born with a dumb disease. It is said that Xianling City is a magical city where immortals live. If anyone who is sick or seriously injured can enter the city If you live and cultivate in the city, you can get the protection of the gods, live a long and healthy life, and not be afraid of suffering."

Bai Lian said: "But it seems that the old man has been disappointed."

The storyteller said with a smile: "It's too disappointing. At least since we entered the city, our grandpa and grandson have never suffered from a fatal disease even if we have to eat and sleep overnight without food."

At this moment, the hot water boiling on the stove has been boiled, and the sound of gurgling boiling water can be heard in the quiet night.

"Really?" Bai Lian lowered his eyes, rubbed the allegro with his fingers in his sleeves, the rough surface of the board had barbs, and it was a bit prickly.

He said: "I don't know of any kind of mute disease in the world that makes people unable to open their mouths to eat."

The old man said: "I am used to living in poverty, and I am reluctant to eat good things."

Bai Lian said: "Today, there are a lot of spectators in the audience, and there are also a lot of rewards."

The old man had no voice this time.

Bai Lian continued: "But the old man didn't take any money. Even though there was a murder, he didn't take any money. Is it because you are too panicked, old man, or you don't need the money at all?"

There were footsteps coming from behind, and the storyteller's shadow slowly approached behind Bai Lian.

His tone remained the same as before: "Young master, this is the first time you have entered Xianling City, right? A murder like tonight's is actually not uncommon for Xianling Border City.

But even if it's not rare, it doesn't mean that people's fear will relax with habit, but it will deepen the fear in their hearts. I was afraid just now, because life is more important than money. "

Bai Lian didn't care about the approach of the person behind him, he picked up a piece of grass from the ground, cut his fingernails, smeared the blood on the grass, and lit it in the stove.

The slowly burning vegetation was placed in front of the little girl, and wisps of smoke mixed with the faint scent of blood lingered on the tip of the girl's nose.

The wisp of smoke was sucked into the girl's body, and her panicked eyebrows became peaceful, but her throat wriggled uncomfortably, and her complexion immediately changed.

"Wow!!!" With a sound, he spit out a pair of eyeballs mixed with stinky juice and blood, and dripped down on the ground.

In the bloody water, several corpse insects could be seen drilling the arch.

After finally opening her mouth, the little girl's complexion was distorted, and she coughed continuously, but she could only make strange sounds from her mouth.

When Bai Lian saw the tongue in her mouth, it had already been uprooted.

No wonder I can't speak anymore.

A gust of cool air blew from the back of his neck, and the storyteller, who was very close to him, let out a chuckle, as if a little surprised: "Why can your blood raise ghosts? It seems that we are the same kind."

　Insomnia all night, trembling, cranky, alas...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)