Dizun, why are you on fire again?

Chapter 540

"Woooooooo..."

Feng Zao Lou whimpered and cried, and knelt in front of a grave. There were a few fresh wild fruits on the grave, but there was not even half a stick of incense.He was only fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing patched clothes, and looked like a child from a poor family.

"Father...Father..." Feng Zaolou wiped his tears and sniffled his nose, "Father, today is your memorial day, you must eat the fruit I serve you, there is nothing left at home, only A few wild fruits I picked."

"Mother is sick and lying on the bed, father, don't blame mother for not coming to see you today." Feng Zaolo bit his lower lip, and immediately wiped away his tears, "I won't cry, I will definitely not cry. Father I said that a man stands upright and must not cry."

But as he spoke, tears fell down again.

"In a few days, it will be time for Gou Da and the others to collect taxes. There is only half a bucket of rice at home, and it will be gone in a few days. I don't know if I can last until my mother recovers. Where will the tax come from now? They?" Feng Zaolou looked at the sky and sighed, "Father, why is your grave so far away? Afraid of being dug up by Gouda and the others... woo woo woo..."

"It took me two hours to come here. If I don't go back, mother won't be able to have dinner porridge. Dad, I'm going back, and I will come to see you later."

Feng Zaolou stood up, wiped his knees, and then walked out to a path full of thorns while wiping his tears. After walking a few steps, he went back and picked up the wild fruit in front of the tombstone , whispered: "Father, I'd better take these wild fruits. What you eat is its soul, right? I'll take it back and give it to mother to eat."

This place is indeed a very hidden place. Among the weeds, there are one after another short grave mounds scattered here and there. It is actually a mass grave.

"Mother, I'm afraid you're going to worry about me." Feng Zaolou stuffed the wild fruit into the torn clothes until it was bulging, then turned around and added pace, trotting out all the way.

About half of the way home, Feng Zaolo wiped the sweat off his brow and said anxiously, "Hurry up, hurry up, we'll be home soon."

He looked up at the sky, and in a while, the blush of the setting sun would spread all over the land.

"Ouch!"

Feng Zaolou suddenly tripped over something, and fell hard on the ground, not to mention the constant pain in his chest from being knocked by the fruit, and his face hit the ground directly, causing nosebleeds.

"Strange, I don't remember that there is a big rock here!" Feng Zaolo rubbed his nose and sat up holding back his tears, only to find that his feet were soft and there was a pungent smell of blood entering his nose.

Feng Zaolou couldn't help but look happy, and exclaimed: "Could it be that there was a fight between wild beasts, and the corpses left behind were eaten!"

He looked back excitedly, his face turned pale, he screamed in horror, he quickly got up and ran like a fool on the way home.

"Dead man! Dead man!"

Feng Zaolou ran out in horror, still thinking about the tragic appearance of the "corpse", it looked as if it had been torn apart by a wild beast, it was covered in blood and flesh, the whole bloody back was exposed, and it was not covered by clothes body.

Looking at the curves of that body, it seems to be a woman.

"If I don't run anymore, maybe the beast will come back and tear me apart?" Feng Zaolou murmured to himself as he ran, but his speed suddenly slowed down, and he swallowed heavily. He took a mouthful of saliva and whispered: "It seems that we are the only village around here, so what if the woman is from the village?"

Feng Zaolou stopped abruptly, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth: "If she is really from the village, I can't let her just lie outside like this, or she will be dragged away by wild beasts at night, what should I do if she eats her body?"

"Huh..." Feng Zaolo took a deep breath, looked around and walked forward, fearing that some wild beast would suddenly jump out from the thorny grass and push him down.

However, he returned to the side of the "corpse" smoothly, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils again.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, squatted down cautiously, then stretched out his hands trembling, and turned the woman's face over. The woman's face was also bloody and bloody, but he could vaguely recognize the general appearance.

"Not from the village." Feng Zaolou patted his chest, stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's good."

Thinking of this, Feng Zaolou was going to turn around and go home.

But it was as if a pair of empty hands grabbed his feet, making him unable to take a step. His heart was beating wildly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I've already returned, even if it's a woman I don't know, Can't let her be dragged away by wild beasts?"

Feng Zaolou clenched his fist, then squatted down again, and mysteriously put his index finger under the woman's nose, it was icy cold, without any breath coming in and out, did he really die?

in vain!

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed Feng Zaolo's hand with one hand, and Feng Zaolo turned pale with fright and screamed: "Ghost, ghost! Help! Let go, let me go! "

Feng Zaolou kicked heavily on the woman's head, and the woman murmured weakly: "You..."

Then, the woman passed out again...

Feng Zaolou saw the woman's eyes in a daze, they were a pair of clear icy eyes, but the eye sockets were filled with blood, which made the eyes cloudy.

"Is she not dead? Just fainted?" Feng Zaolo shook the hand that was grabbed by the woman. It was terribly cold. His hand was almost frozen, as if exposed to the air in the cold winter. Almost lost consciousness.

"Is it a human or a ghost?"

Feng Zaolo was about to cry, but after struggling for a while, he finally gritted his teeth, made up his mind, squatted down, turned the woman's body over, the woman's clothes slipped off with Feng Zaolo's movements Down, almost slipping off the plumpness.

Feng Zaolo's face turned red, and he hurriedly grabbed the clothes lightly. After making sure that they were covered, he grabbed the woman's hand, carried her on his back, and walked on the way home.

Although Feng Zaolou is only fourteen or fifteen years old and has a thin body, his height is already more than 1.7 meters. Although it takes some effort to carry the woman on his back, it is not difficult.

"It's really cold...how could it be so cold? If I hadn't woken up just now, I would have thought she was dead." Feng Zaolo shuddered all over, and his lips began to turn white.

Along the way, the woman's blood kept dripping on the ground. Fengzaolou kept putting down the woman. After confirming that she had not offended her, he hurriedly trot aside to warm his body. After repeating this several times, he carried the woman back to the village. doorway.

At this time, it was already dark.

"Zaolou, why did you carry a dead man back?" A middle-aged woman looked out, but yelled in horror.

"She's not dead!" Feng Zaolou yelled, "Quick, is there any cloth, clothes or something, put them on for her first!"

"Oh, you're not dead?" The middle-aged woman nodded quickly, without further doubts, she took a piece of cloth that looked like clothing but was torn from the hanger next to her, and put it on the woman's bare back.

Soon many people surrounded the open space in the small village, all wearing tattered clothes.

"Mother!" Feng Zaolou suddenly put down the woman and was about to run home.

But the middle-aged woman said: "I see that you haven't come back so late, and you have already taken care of your mother for you!"

"Thank you sister-in-law San!" Feng Zaolo said gratefully, then scratched his head and said, "I don't know how to put her down, I can't bear to see her lying outside, about to be dragged away by wild beasts."

"Zaolou is such a good boy."

(End of this chapter)