I Can’t Be a Sword God

Today is the first day of the Chinese New Year, when auspiciousness is coming.

A big red lantern was hung at the door, and A Bao was sitting at the table, eating fish made by his mother.

He is a six-year-old boy, white and pure, wearing new red clothes, like a fat doll on a New Year's picture, and his uncles and aunts in ten miles and eight villages dote on him.

His mother especially spoiled him.

Because Abao loves to eat fish, my mother will make him fish twice a day. If you can't afford it, your mother will go fishing in the river by herself. Once it's done, I have to carefully pick the thorns for him before he can let Abao eat it in his mouth without worry.

The fish is ready and served, steaming hot.

With a look of expectation, A Bao picked up his chopsticks, took a large piece of meat from the belly of the fish, dipped it in the dipping sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The reason why the meat in the belly of the fish was caught in the beginning was not because Abao was greedy, but because he was a filial child. The mother said that she loves fish heads and tails, so A Bao always left the meat of the head and tail to the mother.

It's just that A Bao was eating, feeling a little strange. He raised his head and asked: "Mother, why did you make this fish today taste a bit strange?"

"is it……"

The mother's voice was faint, "Where is it strange?"

"It just feels...no taste." A Bao frowned.

Mother's voice seemed a little nervous, "Abao doesn't like it?"

"Hmm..." A Bao thought for a while, and said with a smile: "As long as my mother makes fish, I like it!"

"Abao is really a good boy." Mother praised.

but……

A Bao suddenly felt that it wasn't just fish weird, it seemed that today's mother was also weird.

She was all wet, with the tips of her hair and the corners of her clothes dripping down, dripping on the cutting board and the ground, making a ticking sound.

Moreover, my mother used to talk to him with a smile. I don't know what happened today, half of his face was covered by her loose hair, as if there was no smile at all.

Although she was still wearing the plain blue clothes and still surrounded by the apron, A Bao looked at her and suddenly felt that it was not as warm as usual, and it was still a bit cold.

But he was still eating hard.

My mother likes to watch him eat with big mouthfuls, it is said that he can grow taller. So every time he eats, he looks like it tastes delicious, even if it doesn't taste so delicious sometimes.

There was a big red lantern hanging outside the door. On both sides of the door were brand-new Spring Festival couplets. Inside the door was a white doll eating fish, and a wet woman stood watching.

A warm scene.

A gust of wind came and moved the red lantern at the door.

A Bao shuddered, then looked up and said, "Mother, I'm so cold."

"is it?"

Mother looked at him with concern, as if she wanted to reach out and touch his head, but stretched halfway, and then retracted back, seemingly afraid to touch it.

"A Bao, eat more, it won't be cold if there is something in your stomach."

"Okay..." A Bao nodded again.

Mother looked at A Bao, her voice suddenly fluctuated.

"A Bao is really a good boy..."

"Even if you don't have a mother, you will have a good time..."

"Mother, what are you talking about?" A Bao raised his head, his lips were a little purple, "A Bao can't live without his mother."

...

A small, rickety old woman in weird clothes stood outside the door, looked at the sky and the candle in the red lantern, and said quietly, "It's time..."

It seemed that there was a gust of wind blowing, and it seemed that there was no, but the fire in the lantern was extinguished.

Inside the house.

A Bao's hand stopped suddenly, his teeth kept fighting cold, and he trembled: "Mother...I'm cold..."

With this groan, A Bao's figure suddenly faded, and then as if gradually faded, he disappeared.

And the fish on the table was there intact, as if he hadn't been passive from start to finish.

"Abao... my Abao..."

The woman with loose hair couldn't help it anymore and covered her face and started crying.

She hid her face and cried for a long time before staggering out of the house.

The old woman outside the door just put away the red lantern and held it in her hand.

As soon as the woman took her hand, she begged: "Mr. Zhang, please, let me see Abao tomorrow night, okay?"

"A Bao Niang, I also know your situation. If you want to get a fish, you have to go to the river to catch it. It's like this in the winter..." The old woman shook her head, "Where are you rich?" ?"

"I really don't have any money at home..." the woman burst into tears, "but I can't live without Abao! Mrs. Zhang, please, let me see him again, okay?"

"This..." The old woman looked embarrassed, "This is something that hurts the heavens and peace. If I do too much, it will lose my life! To be honest, if it wasn't for you to be pitiful, I wouldn't do it for you once. You'd better be sorry for this kind of thing."

"Mrs. Zhang..." The woman knelt on the ground, firmly grasping the corner of the old woman's clothes.

"Let's do it." The old woman hesitated for a while, and said: "Within seven or seven forty-nine days, Abao's soul will not dissipate. As long as you collect fifty taels of silver in forty-nine days, I can let you see you again. His side."

"Ah? God-wife Zhang, where is someone like me going to collect five taels of silver!" The woman panicked.

"That's not my responsibility." The old woman put aside her hand, turned around, and said slowly: "If it doesn't work, then I can only persuade you to change your sorrow."

"Mrs. Zhang..."

The woman's wailing came from behind, but the old woman ignored her and went all the way.

...

The old woman was walking alone on the forest road in the mountain village with the lantern that was not burning, when suddenly there was a scream of crows flying in front of her.

There was a trace of alertness on her old face.

After a few more steps, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Which friends are you coming from? Please come out and row, why bother to hide your head and show your tail?" the old woman said slowly.

"Ha ha……"

A dark laugh came from the forest.

"You old lady, detained the souls of other children's children, and let her run out of wealth to come to meet, are you not afraid of retribution for going to the underworld?"

"What are you talking about?" The old woman sneered back. "The woman dotes on the child and picks up the fish bones for her son every time, so that her son doesn't even know that the fish has bones. Only one time she didn't pick it up~www.ltnovel.com ~ The child was choked to death by a fishbone. She was full of self-blame and was so innocent. What I did was just to give her some thoughts of living. What kind of retribution?"

"You are clever teeth." The voice replied, "The woman who wants to live is the soul of her son. Then what is the soul of the woman who wants to live?"

"What kind of fart?" The old woman's eyebrows sank, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing...I just want to ask you if you want to avenge the dead soul you miss..."

There was a rustling sound in the forest, and a small figure floated out of the bushes.

"There is a soul gu master from southern Xinjiang who just went to Shenluo City to collect the reward he deserved, and was unreasonably killed by a little Taoist priest. You... don't want to avenge him?"

The figure was no more than a palm, and looked like a small figure carved out of wood, with a crying or laughing expression on his face, extremely evil.

The old woman saw it, stared at it for two seconds, and suddenly said in shock: "I recognize you! You are... the wooden king of Yanyue Sect!"