Fuso felt that the full weight of the black air that had circled around was finally pressed on her shoulders, and her neck was rubbed by something vague and sharp, causing her to shudder.
"Little Yang, help me~" Fusang blurted out. Unexpectedly, when he was most scared, the first thing he thought of was Feng Teng, who often talked back and quarreled with him.
The black energy on his body seemed to be shaken by the shouting, and it disappeared without a trace. His body suddenly lost support, and Fusang collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. Only then did he realize that not only were his palms sweating, but his entire clothes were soaked through.
The surroundings fell into a dead silence. The gentle breeze rustling the leaves made Fusang shudder. She suddenly woke up from fear, picked up the basket on the ground, and ran wildly.
Fusang held in her breath and ran straight to the door of Lu Xiao's house, where she squatted down, leaning on her knees with her hands and breathing heavily.
"Hey, Fusang, why are you here?" Lu Sheng walked out of the house on crutches and asked in surprise when he saw Fusang who was sweating profusely.
Fusang was in shock. Seeing Lu Sheng, he felt as if he was in another world.
"Uncle Lu~" Fusang's whole face was wrinkled. She had just come back from the gate of hell.
Lu Sheng pulled Fusang up.
"It's so late, why are you walking outside alone? I heard that wild animals are infested in the back mountains. Did anything happen?"
Fusang was stunned for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything about what he had just encountered.
"No, I just ran too fast. But, Uncle Lu, don't go out at night anymore. It's not very safe in the woods."
After breathing easier, Fusang forced out a smile and said,
"By the way, where is Brother Xiao? Still not out today?"
Looking inside the house, there was only dim candlelight.
Lu Sheng sighed,
"Yeah, I haven't gone out yet!"
"Uncle Lu, don't worry. I made some braised meat that Brother Xiao likes to eat. I'll bring it to him now." Fusang walked into the house. The too dim candlelight reminded Fusang of what he had just met in the woods.
thing.
"Brother Xiao~Brother Xiao~" he shouted a few words softly, but received no response.
Pushing open the ajar door, Fusang's vision was pitch black, and he couldn't even feel Lu Xiao's presence.
"Brother Xiao~ I'm Fusang. I made some food for you." Fusang groped to the table and lit the kerosene lamp. The dim light shone on the edge of the bed. Lu Xiao's head was wrapped in the quilt without any gaps.
"Brother Xiao, brother Xiao." Fusang pulled the quilt, but Lu Xiao held on to the quilt without saying a word.
"Brother Xiao, if you stay in the house all day without going out, you will get suffocated." Fusang said softly,
"Come out quickly and talk to Fusang!"
Lu Xiao has always been cheerful and generous, rarely angry, and always smiles brightly, showing his white teeth. However, after being injured, his temperament changed drastically and he did not even leave the house.
"Go, go, go quickly!" Lu Xiao finally spoke out, but his voice was hoarse and irritable, completely lacking the easy-going and calmness of the past.
Fusang was startled, and the hand holding the quilt unconsciously let go. She opened her mouth slightly and didn't know what to say.
"Let's go, let's go quickly!" The voice became increasingly sad and even contained some suppressed anger.
"Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go first." Fusang just pretended that Lu Xiao hadn't recovered from the trauma, patted the quilt gently and said a few words of comfort, got up and walked out.
"Brother Xiao, I made your favorite braised food and put it on the table. You can eat it when you are hungry."
Seeing Lu Xiao's shaking quilt, Fusang sighed softly, closed the door for him, and walked out.