The bustling street market in the past looked particularly deserted in the rain today.
The shops along the street were all still open, and of course there were no customers. There were only shopkeepers, looking at the rain curtains and yawning constantly.
However, Li'er Building, the most impressive and largest restaurant on this street, has not opened at all. The door is tightly closed, and it is lying on the water bank in the heavy rain, forming a contradiction with the bustling Yujia Di Store opposite.
sharp contrast.
Li Changan paid the boat fare, held an oil umbrella, stepped on the stagnant water, and headed straight to Di's store.
Instead of making random thoughts, it is better to ask clearly in person.
The heavy rain trapped all the guests in the mansion. Everyone was bored and simply gathered on the porch to have fun. The store owner was a smart man.
Seeing the opportunity, I invited two tanciers and sold some cakes and tea by myself.
As soon as Li Changan walked in, he saw such a lively scene.
The two actors were playing lyrics under the corridor opposite the gate, playing the pipa, and narrating the story of the Celestial Master Fulong suppressing the tide in an accent that the Taoist priests could not quite understand.
The residents gathered in twos and threes in the corridors on both sides of the courtyard, talking to themselves, or admiring the scenery attentively. When they heard something wonderful, they would cheer loudly, greet the shopkeeper, and serve some tea and snacks.
Every time.
A little man emerged from the corridor, barefooted, with his sleeves pulled over his elbows, carrying a kettle swaying, and came in response to the call.
Amei.
Li Changan called.
When little Amei heard the sound and looked over, when she saw it was a Taoist priest, her little face suddenly became embarrassed, she snorted, and then she went back into the corridor without looking back.
It just doesn't take a moment.
The little guy ran back again, with an extra plate of cakes in his hand. The white noodles were dotted with purple spots. It was her favorite purple cake.
The Taoist priest smiled and took over.
Are you relieved?
No!
I'm sorry, why are you sending me cakes again?
This is a thank you gift. The little guy is very serious about it. One code must be the same. We will be heroines in the future, so we have to keep our grudges clear!
This serious look reminded the Taoist priest of the girl in his dream who was full of breath. He couldn't help but laugh for a moment, and the little guy caught him, and immediately made a bad face again.
Li Changan quickly took out the gifts he had prepared earlier.
A candy man who bought it on the way.
Make it look like a lady dancing with a sword.
When Jiaomei saw it for the first time, she let out a cry of surprise.
I was so busy that I reached out my hand.
Don't rush.
Li Changan raised the candy man high.
Let me ask something first.
Monster? How can I remember?
This is your dream.
So what? Who has a dream at night and can still remember it clearly after waking up during the day?
You really don’t remember anything at all?
Remember something.
What is it?!
You stabbed me in the back.
The angry look in the little girl's eyes made Li Changan feel dizzy.
What's even more troubling is that her memory of that dream is very vague, so vague that she only remembers: the whole city turned into monsters, she took the Taoist priest to escape with her, and at the last moment, she handed her back to the Taoist priest, and then
The Taoist priest stabbed her.
Well, the last sword strike was particularly impressive.
All in all, it seemed like the trip was in vain.
at this time.
The sound of the pipa stops, and the story told by the actor comes to an end.
The audience cheered loudly, accompanied by calls for tea.
Little Amei rolled her eyes, and when the Taoist priest was in a trance, she suddenly jumped up on the railing of the corridor and snatched the candy man.
Like a cat.
Landed lightly.
Then he made a face at the Taoist priest.
Here we come.
He plunged into the rain in the courtyard, stepping on the ripples with his feet, and ran away.
Li Changan slowly put away the shock on his face, picked up a piece of purple radish cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
Nothing found?
Not entirely.
Li Changan's impression of the dream was actually vague. If he hadn't been there personally, he wouldn't have been able to remember the cat, mother, mouse, and snake demon family. But as his doubts deepened, and as the boat gradually approached the Yujiadi store, the details of the dream
Various details are also awakened from the depths of memory little by little.
He vaguely noticed that there was a big difference between Xiaoshui City in reality and Xiaoshui City in dreams.
After talking to Amei for a while, although he didn't ask why, the memory in the dream was completely clear, and he finally figured out what was the difference between Xiaoshui City in the dream and outside the dream.
Is it the blood moon in the sky? Is it the city full of demons?
No.
It is something more common and easier to ignore.
Li Changan leaned against the beam and chewed the cake carefully. The fragrance of wisteria penetrated his mouth and reached his nose.
He looked at the courtyard in front of him.
In the center is a tall locust tree with lush leaves like a canopy, surrounded by creeping vines. They are wrapped around the branches, bricks and beams, and dense and lively pouring down from the walls and eaves.
Now think about it.
The Taoist priest was surprised to find that wisterias could be seen everywhere in the city, but only their branches, flowers and leaves were seen, but not the roots. It was as if they never took root in the soil, but spread from somewhere, spreading all over the city and parasitizing the human world.
every corner of.
And the interesting thing is.
There is no wisteria in Xiaoshui in the dream.
Changfengfang in the south of the city.
It rained heavily.
As dusk approaches, the long street becomes dull.
In front of Xing Baotou's door, Bo Ziyu stood alone in the rain, staring blankly at the half-open door making some creaking sounds in the wind and rain.
The raindrops soaked into the raincoat, bringing dampness and cold, making the long knife at the waist and the armor on the body even colder, biting to the bone and chilling to the heart.
At this moment.
He was armed, yet alone.
His steps were hesitant and he was feeling lucky.
He pushed open the door.
But at the first glance, this young man who usually considers himself a tough guy trembled.
There was a pool of blood floating in the yard, and several yellow charms were wrapped in the mud and beaten to pieces by the heavy rain.
Bo Ziyu recognized these talismans.
When I parted with my aunt in the morning, I quietly asked my subordinates to hand it over to my aunt.
At that time, he thought he was careful and filial, thinking that he had figured out his aunt's embarrassment and saved the old man's face.
Looking at it now, it's just ridiculous and hateful.
I regret that I was so blinded by my great achievements in catching monsters that I was so careless. I thought that my aunt's hesitation in speaking was just because she wanted to ask for some talismans and it was difficult to speak.
Guilt gnawed at his heart, and anxiety urged his steps.
But the moment he followed the blood trail into the wing, his body froze again.
He saw the scene he least wanted to see.
My aunt was lying on her back in a pool of blood, her face was pale and her eyes were closed.
Bo Ziyu stumbled over and helplessly lifted the back of the woman's neck.
Aunt.
The woman opened her eyes slightly and her voice was weak.
Tzuyu?
Yes, yes! Auntie, it's me, it's Tzuyu. You endure the pain first, and I will take you to see a doctor.
I can't survive.
No! It can be cured! Even if the doctors in the city are not good, there is still Daochang Feng on the mountain!
The aunt slowly forced out a smile, her pale face seemed to have regained some color, her scattered eyes were slightly focused, and she looked at Bo Ziyu.
Your uncle
Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood burst out of his throat.
Bo Ziyu hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve, his voice almost crying.
Stop talking and go see the doctor now.
After saying that, he helped his aunt.
But his aunt suddenly grabbed his arm so hard that her nails penetrated his sleeves and were deeply embedded in his skin.
My aunt's lips murmured with difficulty, and her remaining life passed quickly with just a few words.
He is next door.
Her eyes were facing Bo Ziyu, but they gradually dispersed into the void, and a few glistening lights appeared in the corners of her eyes. She didn't know whether it was relief, guilt, or regret.
Help him.
There was no more sound.
My uncle turned into a demon and my aunt died.
For this result, Bo Ziyu was mentally prepared when he saw the words "Xingzhai, Fengfang, Chengnan" on the brochure, but he still harbored a little luck and a little selfishness.
otherwise.
Then he would not leave the others and choose to come alone, nor would he put on armor under the raincoat, and also bring the demon-killing talismans and weapons.
at this time.
It was already night, and the heavy rain that never stopped cut off light and sound, making it seem like only Bo Ziyu and the house one step away were left in the rainy world - the house where Capt. Xing risked his life to rescue the child from Aunt Tiger dozens of days ago.
Bo Ziyu didn't know what kind of courage his uncle had when he went in to save people; nor did he know what kind of ferocity his uncle had when he went in to eat people today.
He only knows
The palm of the hand passed across the blade, and the blood traveled along with the blade, dyeing the talisman patterns outlined with cinnabar on the blade surface scarlet red.
Uncle.
He took off his raincoat, and his armor reflected the cold light in the cold rain.