Volume 2 Dusty Memories Chapter 57 Back to the Village?
Grandpa Grandpa couldn't figure out why Li Yan did this, but he knew that if his body was torn apart by the corpse king, he would definitely die, no matter who Li Yan was.
Just a second before the corpse king's claws were about to penetrate Li Yan's chest, Grandpa Grandpa suddenly heard the sound of a flute. The sound of the flute seemed to be transmitted from the sky, slowly dissipating the darkness around him, and also dispersing Grandpa Grandpa's voice.
Feeling uncomfortable in the hall.
"What's the sound?" Great Grandpa began to look for the source of the sound, but found that the door of the main hall had been opened at some point, and bright sunlight poured in. Although it was dazzling, it was full of hope.
Grandpa Grandpa wanted to look back to see what was going on inside, but he was afraid that if he turned back, the door of the main hall would be closed. A voice came from his heart, go over, walk out of this door and you can leave this immortal city and this deep mountain.
, leave this taboo.
The voice was like a charming woman speaking these words softly in Grandpa Grandpa's ear. Grandpa Grandpa's heart suddenly became peaceful. He could no longer remember where he was, nor could he remember that there was a Liu beside him.
His son is Long Kui. At this moment, he only has one thought in his mind: walk towards the light, walk out of this light and go home.
Go home! What a kind word. Grandpa suddenly wanted to cry. A twelve-year-old child suddenly felt really homesick. He missed the stove at home, the wooden table at home, his parents at home, and everything.
Things related to home. He had abandoned himself there before, but at this moment, Grandpa Grandpa suddenly wanted to return to that harbor. Only there could Grandpa Grandpa safely close his eyes.
Grandpa Grandpa felt nervous and began to walk towards the outside of the hall, his steps getting faster and faster.
The light soon appeared in front of my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather stretched out his hand to embrace the most beautiful sunshine, and entered the white light in an instant. After entering the white light, it took a long time for my great-grandfather to suddenly realize that he had arrived at the entrance of the village.
You can see the Jiang family's mansion in the distance.
The old banyan tree at the head of the village is so kind. The smell of cow dung permeates the air. The bungalows with blue bricks and red tiles are scattered in the village. There are roads and traffic extending in all directions. Not far from the village is the rice field. At this time, the rice field is actually full of people.
There were plump rice ears everywhere, and my great-grandfather felt so happy. The famine was over?
"Er Gou, you're back." A familiar voice rang in his ears. Grandpa turned his head and saw familiar faces. His father, mother, seventh uncle and eighth aunt, and the eldest child next door, it seemed.
All my relatives and friends came.
"Hey, I'm back." Grandpa responded quickly, feeling tears welling up in his eyes, and he started to tremble when he spoke excitedly.
"Er Gou, you are back. Come to my second uncle to take you on a big horse." A man walked out of the crowd, and it turned out to be his second uncle, the second uncle he killed with his own hands.
"You..." Grandpa's face was numb and he pointed at his second uncle and was speechless.
"Come here, my second uncle will take you to ride a big horse. Don't you like riding big horses the most?" The second uncle walked towards him, getting closer and closer.
Great-grandpa wanted to turn around and leave, but his body couldn't move at all, as if he was frozen.
The second uncle was walking lamely towards the great-grandfather. Suddenly, the second uncle stumbled on his feet and fell forward. But the second uncle's arm was caught by the jujube tree on the side, and there was only a tearing sound.
He saw a bloody hole appear on the top of Er Bo's head, and the bloody hole was getting bigger and bigger.
In the blink of an eye, a mass of red stuff sprang out of the second uncle's body, and the second uncle's body slowly deflated like a deflated balloon. The red mass curled up and struggled at the feet of the great-grandfather, and a bloody
His palms rested on my great-grandfather's feet.
"No, the second uncle is dead. This is an illusion." Grandpa kept telling himself in his heart, but the sticky feeling clearly spread from his ankles to his brain.
Grandpa didn't dare to look up at all, he could only stare straight into the distance, but his senses told him that the red mass was slowly crawling towards him, and after a while it had reached his thighs.
"Help me with the black knife inlaid with gold." Grandpa begged in a tone that was about to cry, and the black knife inlaid with gold buzzed.
When the sound reached my great-grandfather's ears, my great-grandfather saw his relatives in the distance become blurred and gradually turned into a bright light. After walking out of the bright light, he walked out of here.
But Grandpa Grandpa couldn't move at all. Even if the white light was close at hand, he couldn't take a step. Instead, another person walked out of the white light. That person's face turned gray. Grandpa Grandpa remembered that it was Er Niang. Er Niang was stooped.
The body, holding a sharp knife in his hand, slowly moved towards him, his hair spread in front of his face, and his face could not be seen at all.
A gust of dark wind suddenly blew by, blowing Er Niang's long hair, and the dead leaves drifted by with the dark wind. A yellow leaf that was larger than ordinary leaves drifted away with the wind, but Er Niang suddenly stretched out her hand to grab the yellow leaf.
, but the cold wind came and went quickly, and the yellow leaf had blown far away, rolling several times on the ground and covered with soil. The strange thing was that there was a touch of red mixed in the soil.
Nameless flames shot up from the center of the yellow leaves, covering them and soon turning into a mass of burnt color.
When Er Niang saw that the yellow leaves were burnt, she lowered her head and suddenly raised it. There was no expression on her face, or in other words, her current face had no expression at all except for the blue blood vessels and the red flesh mixed with white veins.
Grandpa suddenly realized that the yellow leaf turned out to be Er Niang's face. He saw that Er Niang's only lips were very red, and she could not make any sound when she opened and closed them, but he knew that Er Niang was saying, give me back!
In that fire, my great-grandfather escaped to heaven with the help of Er Niang’s human skin, and the most severely burned thing was Er Niang’s face!
"They are here to collect debts." This was the only thought left in my great-grandfather's mind.
Erniang's face began to drip with blood, and with the sound of dripping and clicking, she quickly walked in front of Grandpa. The sharp knife was slowly raised. When the sharp knife was raised to the highest position, it hit
After the great-grandpa's Tianling Gai was positioned, the second mother's skinless face suddenly burst out into giggles, as if she was enjoying the great-grandpa's struggle.
There was no dialogue like in the movie, just a long silence, and then like a cat getting tired of playing with a mouse, the sharp knife suddenly plunged down. Grandpa deeply felt the blade piercing the flesh, and then slowly thought of an icebreaker,
He broke open his own flesh and then made a deep gash.
But Grandpa Grandpa couldn't care about so much. He dragged his red meat ball to the side with one kick, rolled like a donkey to avoid Er Niang's second thrust, and then walked towards the white light without daring to look back.
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Just at that moment, my great-grandfather suddenly smelled a wisp of musk, and his body was actually able to be used. But the sharp knife was already in front of his eyes, and his great-grandfather could only sink down, carry the knife with his shoulder, and then use a short
pause and flee towards the white light. (To be continued)