People are dying on the pillar, and there is no misery at the beginning

Chapter 27 – The Crow

mountainside.

In Zaomen's house.

The morning sun shines through the thick fog on the mountainside, and lightly falls between the broken doors.

My wife Renshan, Ganlu Temple cherry cake and stove door charcoal sat on the ground around the boiler in the room.

Standing at the door, Shang Quannai was a little entangled for a while watching the happy family scene.

"This is obviously abnormal..." My wife Renshan's mouth twitched. He remembered that Shang Quannai had three knives with him before he went up the mountain.

And he only has two knives on him now.

Is the remaining one broken?

And a normal doctor who would use a femur knife to remove blood stasis...

"A knife is needed to remove the blood stasis... I see, brother, you have worked hard." Zaomen Tanzi was a little nervous, she nodded and agreed with Shang Quannai's words.

"I agree!!" My wife Renshan stared at the charcoal at the stove door dumbfounded.

"That's right! Mao! Bring the meat and go to make a fire. It's rare for Anais to come. Let's make bacon today!" Walk towards the door.

"Here we come! Father!"

Zaomen Mao looked at the knife on Shang Quannai's waist, patted his face, and followed his father's pace with the basket on his back.

Shang Quannai scratched his cheek, he looked at Zaomen Tanzi and her younger brother Zaomen Mao, feeling a little tangled in his heart for a moment.

He didn't know if he should explain what happened just now.

In fact, he hopes that this family can live in peace and stability without knowing the existence of "ghosts".

It has been like this, living a peaceful and happy life of ordinary people until the end of life.

It's not... living in fear of being killed by "ghosts" every day, and living in trembling.

"Doctor! The ghost just now..." My wife Renshan was stunned for a while before realizing that she wanted to ask Shang Quannai a question.

Since Shang Quannai was so anxious, and he encountered ghost fragments on the road, then there must be ghosts on this mountain!
At this time, Zaomen Tanzi also came to his senses. Hearing my wife's benevolent words, she thought of the other "brother" who was slumped in the corner just now. She looked at Shang Quannai with the same doubts:
"Ghost...?" Zaomen Tanzi tilted his head.

Shang Quannai took off the foot bag she was wearing on her feet, walked into the room, and also sat by the boiler, feeling the long-lost relaxation and warmth.

He shook his head, ignored the anxious expression of my wife Renshan, and explained to Zaomen Tanzi with a smile:
"It's a story. I was telling him a story about monsters just now. I haven't finished telling him. He's in a hurry."

pat!

Saying that, Shang Quannai put a hand on the shoulder of my wife Renshan who was puzzled, and then turned her head away.

The eyes that were squinted with a smile opened suddenly, and the scarlet pupils stared at my wife Renshan who was sweating coldly on her forehead with scarlet pupils under the shadow of her hair. He asked kindly:

"Right?"

My wife Renshan looked at Shang Quannai's red eyes, and a chill ran up his spine. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he nodded quickly:
"Yes! That's right! I can't wait to hear the follow-up!"

Ganlusi Yingbing held the hot tea on the table, looked at the two people who were making a scene, and didn't speak.

Since Shang Quannai came back safe and sound, and was still in the mood to fight, then the outcome of what happened on the mountain just now must not be bad.

At this moment, Zaomen Shigeru, who was standing at the doorway at the other end of the room, turned his head sideways.

He looked at Shang Quanna who was squeezing my wife Renshan's shoulder.

Is it a story...

Mao turned his head and followed his father outside the door. He recalled the blurred scene he saw when he just fainted.

The elder brother stood in the mountains, holding a knife in his hand, and black ashes floated under the knife.

Is it really a story?

Mao followed behind his father, walking down the mountain step by step.

"Okay! Let's smoke the meat here!" Zaomen's father looked at the large open space in front of him and shouted with his hips on his hips.

"Yes~" Mao agreed feebly from the side.

Father glanced sideways at Zaomen Mao, who was frowning, and patted his head:
"What's the matter? A frowning look."

Mao didn't know if what he saw was real, or if there was something wrong with his eyes at the time.

He shook his head and drooped his mouth: "Nothing."

Seeing Mao's preoccupied look, Zaomen's father stopped and squatted down.

He looked into Mao's eyes and put his hands on his shoulders:
"Mao, it's normal to have secrets, but you can't let this affect your mood."

Mao was stunned for a moment, and then immediately denied it:
"No, it's not! It's not my secret!"

"It's brother!"

Zaomen's father opened his eyes in surprise when he heard Mao calling Shang Quannai's name, and asked curiously:

"You still know Anais's secret, what kind of secret is it?"

Mao scratched his head, loosened the rattan that tied the basket around his body, and said guiltyly:

"I don't know... Just now, when I saw my brother, he..."

Zaomen's father stood up, helped Zaomen Mao remove the pine and cypress branches from his body, and then set up a shelf on the spot.

"What happened to him?" Zaomen's father was stacking firewood while arranging the shelves.

"Brother... He was holding that samurai sword in his hand, and the ground was covered with black sticky things... and ashes." Mao lowered his head, recalling as much as he could of the scene he had just seen.

"But brother just told sister that it was a story! Brother, he..."

After Zaomen's father heard Mao's description, his movements froze and his expression froze for a moment, then a smile immediately appeared on his face, comforting Mao:
"Ah, that's Nai's own business. Since he doesn't want us to know, then we don't need to understand."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at Zaomen Shigeru with a smile:
"After all, even if there are lies and secrets among family members, they must be in good faith."

Mao listened to his father's words and nodded silently.

But thinking of what the unfamiliar yellow-haired guy said just now, Mao felt a little nervous.

He grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands:

"But... just now they discussed ghosts and so on, and they always felt a little uneasy."

and many more.

Masaka!
Suddenly, everything in Mao's mind became clear instantly, he raised his head suddenly, and shouted excitedly to his father:
"Could it be! In fact, there are terrifying ghosts in the world, and my brother is a swordsman who secretly destroys ghosts. That ashes and black thing is actually the corpse of a ghost..."

Zaomen's father shook his head, interrupting Mao's rich imagination:

"Okay, Mao, don't think about it, come here and help me."

Mao was taken aback for a moment, then ran over excitedly, and supported the rickety bacon shelf:

"Father, are there really ghosts in the world, and if so, what would they look like?"

"Father, are there really ghosts in the world? If so, what would they look like?" A unique voice repeated Mao's words abruptly.

For a moment, Mao and Zaomen's father only felt a chill behind their backs.

"Mao, did you say it twice just now?" Zaomen's father took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"No...no..." Mao's voice began to tremble a little.

"Then just now..."

At this time, a black feather fell from above and landed in front of Zaomen's father.

He squatted on the ground and picked up the feather casually.

"That was just now!" The unique voice came from above again.

Zaomen's father and Mao looked up subconsciously!

"Karma?" The owner of that unique voice tilted his head and looked at the father and son.

(End of this chapter)