In the shrine, a woman named Qing Ling was reminiscing and chatting with Granny Gro, while Lorraine Hill took Caiwei to the courtyard nearby.
"This is where Sister Jialan lives?" Caiwei walked around curiously and looked at the things in the yard.
"Actually, it's nothing special." Lorraine Hill asked Caiwei to sit down, and then took out a wooden box from the house, which contained a lot of roasted pine nuts. After opening it, a burst of fragrance overflowed.
"Eat some, it may be rare here." Lorraine Hill placed it in front of Caiwei.
"Thank you." Caiwei replied happily.
Tweet——
Just when Caiwei picked up the pine nuts and was about to peel them off and eat them, the bird with light yellow feathers flew down from the wooden frame and landed on the table. Then it tapped the box with its beak, and it seemed to be looking at the girl.
Indicate.
"Do you want me to peel it for you to eat?" Caiwei asked speculatively, looking at the bird squatting on the table that was slightly taller than herself.
"Tweet-" (you know it very well)
Dai Ju chirped in approval and was about to chirp again when a hand stretched out from behind it, penetrated into the fluffy feathers, and directly strangled the neck of Destiny.
"Chu-gu." Seeing that the little guy was still trying to struggle, Lorraine Hill knocked his head again, took him off the table, and put him on his knees.
"Just eat it yourself, don't worry about this guy." Lorraine Hill pinched Dai Ju's beak with a smile and said to Caiwei.
"Okay, Sister Jialan." Caiwei lowered her head, resisting looking at the cute fat bird, and then ate the pine nuts silently.
At noon, Caiwei's mother Qing Ling and Granny Gelu finished reminiscing at the shrine. They went to the backyard together and started making dumplings as a small celebration.
Then he called Lorran Hill and Caiwei, along with two birds, to eat together.
It was a joyful period, and Lorraine Hill also saw a rare smile on Granny Gro's face.
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Mountain border at dusk.
In the wilderness, a group of corpse-turned-evil ghosts are running.
Huchihuchi——
These evil ghosts were like skinless humanoids, with blood-red muscles all over their bodies, running across the wilderness, their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty and crazy colors.
There were probably about a hundred of them, standing on all fours, chasing three high-speed carriages in front of them, spitting out bursts of hot breath from their mouths, which was very scary.
"Uncle Qi, what should I do? They are catching up." On the carriage, a young man in his 20s looked uneasily and anxiously at the evil spirit behind who was about to touch the strings of the carriage.
"Throw everything out of the car, and it will take as long as it takes." The man driving in front replied calmly, while the long whip in his hand rested anxiously on the horse, hoping that it could run faster.
The rapidly rotating wheels are constantly bumping on the gravel and soil road, and the car body is also constantly shaking. If this happens for a long time, it will naturally cause damage to the car body, and it may fall apart at some point.
But at this time, the two of them didn't care so much. It would be good if they could save their lives at this moment.
The young man glanced at the goods on the car, his eyes were filled with pain, but he had to pick up one of the bags and hit it hard to the back, temporarily blocking the nearest evil ghost.
But after this evil ghost was blocked, several other evil ghosts nearby surged up like bloodthirsty hyenas. The rapidly moving flesh and blood were squeezed together, swarming and dense. The legs swung rapidly, forming an afterimage, and the body
The other part has its head resting on its back, its bloody mouth open, and there are long fangs in the smelly, bloody mouth.
Seeing that these ferocious monsters were approaching again, the young man in the car threw up the goods again, and the heavy sacks rolled down from the car one by one, forming a short-term obstacle to delay the attack of these evil spirits.
But the second wolf stopped and the first wolf came again. As time went by, all the goods on the carriage were thrown away, but these evil spirits were still chasing.
The three carriages in the wilderness originally belonged to a small group of merchants. They followed the usual path to the Youshi Clan, bought and sold some goods, and earned some price difference. They didn't want to encounter such a large group of people on their way back today.
A demonic existence.
The wheels turned faster and faster, and the wooden pegs in them began to loosen due to the vibration at high speed. After losing the cargo to hold down the warehouse, these carriages also became a little erratic while running.
Finally, at a certain turn, the wheel of a carriage in front crushed a piece of gravel, jumped up high, and then fell to the ground. The horse pulling the carriage in front was also pulled sideways and turned over.
He fell on the gravelly ground, with long blood marks on his body.
Seeing the carriage in front of him overturned, the two carriages behind him quickly turned to avoid it and continued to run forward.
"Help me!" Several people climbed out of the overturned carriage and shouted in despair when they saw the two carriages going away. Then they were overwhelmed by the bloodthirsty evil ghost.
Looking at the bloody scene behind him, the young man in the car couldn't bear it, but he had no choice but to turn around and pray that he could go back safely this time.
After the sacrifice of one carriage, the evil ghost behind was finally able to move a long way away, and the people on the two carriages finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Although we were lucky enough to save our lives this time, when we go back, we must erect a monument for Uncle Huang and take care of their families." The man driving the car said to the young man behind him. Uncle Huang was the man whose carriage rolled over just now.
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"I understand, Uncle Qi." The young man replied in a deep voice.
"It's good to understand. It's not easy even when you're away from home. We were lucky this time. If something happens to us next time, we'll have to rely on other fellow traders to take care of us."
The two continued to talk, and the seventh uncle seemed to be teaching the young man the rules and traditions of the caravan. But just as the two of them gradually relaxed their vigilance, the figures of the evil ghosts appeared on the road behind them.
Rushing over with the remaining smell and traces of the carriage.
"How is that possible?" At this time, even the seventh uncle's expression changed a little. He quickly urged the carriage again, accelerated the speed, and hurried forward.
There was another chase in the wilderness, and this time as they ran, the faces of the people in the car became worse and worse, and their expressions became more and more desperate.
The horses used by merchants to pull carts are not considered good horses. After running at such a high speed for so long, they are almost reaching their limit. Even if you use a whip to draw out many blood marks on the horse's body, it cannot stop the horse from panting until it is almost white.
The Moma gradually slowed down. They were really trying their best.
Seeing this, the seventh uncle also looked sad and stopped waving his whip.
"Good nephew, take out the knife, we are here today." There was a hint of sadness in his voice, and he sat in his usual riding seat.
"Uncle..." The young man looked at the desperate seventh uncle in front of him and wanted to say something, but in the end he was just confused and confused.
However, just as the people on the two carriages fell into despair, several standing figures suddenly appeared on the road ahead.
"White knife!" the young man suddenly shouted.
"What?" The seventh uncle in front also woke up and saw the group of people wearing white clothes with long swords in their belts.
This group of people have fair skin, blue eyes, black hair and cold faces. They are the patrol team on the border that specializes in killing ghostly monsters.
Seeing a large group of evil spirits approaching behind a carriage, the small team of seven people immediately became alert and put their hands on the hilts of knives at their sides. After the carriage rushed past, they immediately moved a few steps sideways and blocked the middle of the road.
Facing these white-clothed men blocking the road, the running evil spirits swarmed up with a fishy wind and pounced on them, their long fangs emitting a cold and lustful light.
Soon enough, just when these evil ghosts were rushing towards them, they pulled out the sharp cold knives from their sheaths and slashed them with their hands. Like the cold arc of the crescent moon, they flashed away and directly killed these evil spirits.
The demon was cut into pieces of flesh and blood and scattered from the air.
The handle of the knife was wrapped with a thin strip of white cloth to prevent it from slipping. Traces of blood rolled off the sharp long knife and dripped on the edge of the road.
However, this group of evil ghosts still did not stop, swarming forward one after another, trying to bite and devour these living creatures. Rather than saying that they are not afraid of death, it is actually more appropriate to describe this group of evil ghosts as crazy and irrational.
Just like that, the cold crescent moons flashed across the wilderness, and these patrols, half men and half ghosts in white clothes, started fighting with these evil spirits.
It was almost dusk, under the dark moonless sky, blood flowers spattered along with the long knife, gradually dyeing the white clothes red, until there were no more evil ghosts breathing in the wilderness.