Chapter 212

Father suddenly turned his head, eyes dangerous, as if two cold electricity, to illuminate the white face of a Cheng.

"Come in!" My father is not polite at all.

A Cheng didn't know why, but he really rushed into the house and even tripped on the low threshold.

"Dad, you're back."

Father's face always seems to be iron blue, just like half of the birds rotting in the soil, feathers fall off, revealing the turquoise belly.

Ah Cheng almost never hoped that this rough face could show any kind color. As he imagined, the owner of the face was dead. He died in his childhood.

However, he is, to some extent, a living person. He can speak, and his words are beyond doubt.

"Pack up and go at once."

Ah Cheng didn't ask why. He quietly bowed his head and went into the room. He didn't look at Xue Li in his arms, even though she was staring at him with her head tilted, and the blood oozed from her trunk.

The Mountain Ghost's eyes must still be so clean. Maybe it will stir up the hesitating ripples at the starting point, but it should still be Ah Cheng picked up the package, went out, looked up, looked across the ground, grass stems on the ground, Dad's shoes, pants, blood on the pants, his waist, Ficus pumila, her eyes.

Ah Cheng suddenly lowers his head and shakes for a while. His father looks at his son in disgust. "Hurry up! Keep up

In the interweaving of the short moment just now, ah Cheng saw Xue Li's eyes, painful and at a loss.

They father and son, carrying a strange Mountain Ghost, take advantage of the stars and moon, rushed to the distant horizon.

It took four hours to get out. The days were long in summer, and the sky was already bright.

They came to the deserted wilderness, and the grass was all around the waist. My father and ah Cheng ran into a shed covered by grass. He seemed to be very familiar with it. He took out a medicine box from a rotten to moldy bed board, took some plasters, cut off the clothes on the waist of Ficus pumila with scissors, and revealed a rough bandage wound. Now it was no longer bleeding. Dad untied the bandage of the linen cloth and revealed a wound that turned over. It seemed that he had been pierced by a sword. He gave Xue Li medicine and handed a broken iron pot to ah Cheng to fetch water from a nearby river.

Ah Cheng is carrying the pot, and his hands are covered with ashes. He scrapes the bottom of the pot. There is some dross, which smells strange. It seems to be medicine, it seems to be blood.

The soil in the wilderness is very wet. The mud always gets on the shoes. Ah Cheng tries to rub the shoes on the grass. I don't know why. Now he cares about this little bit of decency.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, I found a trickle winding through the grass. A Cheng couldn't wait to scoop up the water, but the pot was too big and the water was too shallow to hold much. Later, a Cheng was holding the pot full with his hands.

Back in the shed, my father had raised the fire. Seeing that he had been back for so long, he just nodded and didn't scold.

Dad cut down the heavy skirt of Ficus pumila, pulled it into long strips, and put it into the pot to boil.

Ah Cheng is sitting by the boiling pot.

My father's back was lit up by the morning light, but he was facing the fire. Looking from the back, he still looked like a shadow. Ah Cheng didn't speak. He had nothing to say.

Xue Li in the shed groaned bitterly. A Cheng rushed in and rushed to the bed to hold her hand.

The Mountain Ghost girl gave him a look.

Familiar eyes, dad has shown such eyes to ah Cheng countless times.

Disgust.

A Cheng feels that the catkin in his hand seems to have a thorn. He shrinks his hand like an electric shock.

"You, kill, kill."

My father's deep smile came from outside the house. In the thin air of the morning, it was like a crow's cry.

Ah Cheng sat down and said, "do you know?"

Ficus pumila whispered: "like Xiaoluo, Cheng, you have a dirty smell."

Ah Cheng thought, yes, a clean woman like Xue Li must hate people with blood.

Ficus pumila is still whispering, looking at the simple shed roof, there are several cobwebs, there are withered cocoons and the body of a big spider on the cobweb.

"Xiao Luo, he came to me. But this time he brought a lot of People. Xiao Luo asked me to bring him here. Later, there was one next to him, stabbing me. It hurts. "

A Cheng listens silently, feeling all kinds of taste in his heart.

"Xiaoluo, he is still Xiaoluo, he said, I'm in the way, and he said, I'm innocent, I don't understand Cheng, "she finally looked away from the roof and looked at ah Cheng," what do you mean by him? "

Ah Cheng pulled a smile. He didn't even know whether Xiao Luo was young or long. However, as Xue Li said at the beginning, he could probably see that Xiao Luo was an ambitious man.

Xue Li is still reluctantly asking, constantly repeating her memories with Xiao Luo, which makes a Cheng very upset.

"He doesn't want you, he wants to kill you! Don't you understand? "

Xue Li was stunned, "what is killing?"Ah Cheng is aphasia.

Xue Li doesn't understand the sufferings of ordinary people. She doesn't have seven emotions and six desires.

A Cheng tries to explain what is killing and what is death, but Xue Li still knows little about it.

In the end, she understood. "You can never wake up, can you?"

Ah Cheng was a little weak. "It's not sleep after death. No more dreams after death. "

Now, Xue Li is afraid.

"No dreams? Then I don't like to die. "

Ah Cheng sneers, yes, no one likes death. Death should be the existence that all sentient beings should be afraid and give up.

My father steamed the bandage dry and went into the house to wrap it up.

"Go, go on." Dad said coldly.

The look on a Cheng's face converged at the moment he saw his father. Now he quietly picked up his luggage and picked up Xue Li.

Dad looked at him with sarcastic eyes, did not say anything, carrying the medicine box, the first to go out.

When they got to the city, they asked when the post station could go. My father wanted to go out to sea. Half a month later, he rented a carriage and set out on his own.

You don't have to worry about bandits on the journey, because there are no bandits.

It's wild animals, or mountain spirits and water monsters, to worry about.

With a Cheng and Xue Li, a dad almost fled his hometown.

On the second day out of the province, a message spread all over the pure land.

The King Kong sect was destroyed.

……

Ah Cheng looks at the gloomy sky.

He doesn't like the climate here. It's humid and muggy.

This is Guangdong.

Shixiangmen's residence.

Each of the 14 provinces in the world has its own clan.

Shixiangmen in Guangdong is the best in the world.

Because they once had a disciple named Li dingxun.

Second in the history of the Qing Dynasty, first in the common people, and the enemy of ten thousand people.

Knowing the news of the fall of King Kong sect, the lion prime minister's gate was so angry that he sent the experts to the western regions overnight.

Their two families, one east and one west, are thousands of miles apart, but their relationship is as good as their own.

Ah Cheng thought that he should be his own family.

It's just that he's homeless now.