nine coffins

Chapter 345 No.40 Seven Dead People

In Mengjia Village, Dongling, after Haishi, all the villagers had already gone to sleep, except for Amu, who did not feel sleepy at all.

The sky is high and the moon is thick.The semicircular moon hangs quietly in the southwestern sky, sprinkled with green light, clear and ethereal.

The sound of "crashing" waves spread far and far at night, making the small village even more peaceful.

Everyone in Mengjia Village was asleep, snoring slightly.Amu drank the remaining wine in the bowl, feeling a little lonely.

A black shadow streaked across the moonlight and fell lightly.It was a black bird, which landed on Amu's shoulder.

That little black bird looks very special.White mouth, red feet.The whole body is black and shiny, except for the white feathers around the neck, which is quite eye-catching.

"You're here!" Amu smiled naturally.

Seven years without exception.When everyone in Mengjia Village fell asleep, this little black bird would appear and land on Amu's shoulder.

Amu asked the people in the village that it should be this black bird. 17 years ago, the people in Mengjia Village rescued him.

From when Amu woke up to now, every sleepless night was spent by this little black bird with Amu.This is a magical and ordinary black bird.

Amu took an empty bowl, poured a bowl of wine, put it on the stone, and poured a bowl himself.

"I'm asleep again, come and have a drink with me!" Amu smiled and hit the stone's wine bowl with his own wine bowl.

"Bang", the voice is very blunt.

The little black bird jumped off Amu's shoulder and landed on the stone.He looked at Amu with dark eyes, but he couldn't show any special expression.

Tilting its head, the little black bird seemed to hesitate for a moment, then flapped its wings, and actually buried its head in the wine bowl.

The white beak was pecking at the bowl of wine!
"Hehe! It's still interesting that you are a little guy!" Amu smiled and drank his wine.

"Today, the third uncle and the second brother Meng came back from the sea and had a great harvest. Those three big fish are really big! Hehe! Big guy, I'm very happy!" Amu said while drinking, naturally speaking to the little bird Birds listen.

"However, I always feel that those three big fish died strangely! It seems that they were cast by a spell! Otherwise, how could they be caught?" Amu looked at the little black bird, and then said seriously, "Say! Did the monster of your Wu clan do it? ?”

The little black bird, I don't know if it's because of the strength of the wine, it seems to be a little wobbly.What Amu said, he didn't hear at all.

"Hey!" Amu withdrew his serious expression, smiled wryly, "Maybe I'm thinking too much! I've always had a headache recently!"

In the past seven years, at the beginning, Amu really thought that this black bird must be a little demon of the Wu tribe in Dongling, because it would come every night.

However, after a long time, there is nothing special about this little black bird except that it appears on time every night.Of course, this little black bird seems to be quite human, and can basically understand Amu's meaning.

However, he never spoke, nor did he display any magical powers.

I don't know how many times Amu mentioned the Yaozu and the Wuzu. The little black bird didn't change its expression at all, it just looked cute.Not all blackbirds are blackbirds, just like not all people are monks.

After a long time, Amu had no choice but to regard it as a bird with some spirituality, or even his own pet.Just now, when Amu asked him about the Uzumaki, he didn't expect the slightest answer, it was purely for fun.

Amu has hidden decades of past events and many amazing secrets in his heart, and he naturally wouldn't say those to the people of Mengjia Village.Even if it is said, those simple folks who have never left the mountains will not understand and understand, but will arouse fear.

But a person, a mortal, you have many past events and secrets in your heart, and you have been alone for seven years, seven years of lonely nights.Presumably, I always want to talk, even to myself.

Amu is like this, and this little black bird comes to accompany Amu every night.

At the beginning, Amu suspected that it was a little demon of the Uzumaki tribe, and had tried to ask her to help him, but he failed several times.

I also suspected that this little black bird had some intentions, but when I thought about it, I was alone now, and if I had any intentions, I would not use this way of being accompanied every night. It is really a Wu tribe, and the means will never be bad.

So, when he was lonely and bored, Amu told the little black bird some stories.At first it was for testing, but later it was purely to pass the long sleepless nights.

The little black bird couldn't speak, but just listened silently, not knowing if he could understand.

However, sometimes it landed on Amu's shoulder, and sometimes perched on a branch.

In the village, the villagers helped Amu build a stone house, and the little black bird often went there, landing on the window or on Amu's bedside.It can be said that in the past seven years, Amu's closest partner is not someone in the village, but this little black bird.

The stories at the beginning were neither painful nor itchy. Amu told the truth about himself, about Liu Zhen, about the master, and about Yu'er, all of which were ordinary people's trivial matters.

Afterwards, Amu concealed himself and told stories about Wang Han, cultivating immortals, discussing the northern cold, talking about Lishui, talking about cold ice, and talking about the fairy sea in the Arctic.

Later, Amu told some legends, such as black water, such as the ghost city battle, such as the messenger of Ziyou City, such as the magic coffin.

During the seven years, Amu told the stories day and night almost all the things in his memory, but it was true and false, false and real, messy, and sometimes Amu himself didn't know what he told.

Some stories were even told seven or eight times, and Wang Han and Amu appeared intertwined, which was all messed up.Amu said whatever he wanted, and the little black bird didn't bother him, or he didn't understand what Amu said at all.

Not being able to cultivate, and having to spend seven years of sleepless nights alone, is definitely an unimaginable pain for ordinary people.

After speaking for seven full years, the little black bird also listened to it for seven full years.

Amu felt that if the little black bird was a parrot, he should be able to chat with him.Even if it is not a monster race, it should be a bit monster-like by a former soul-level demon cultivator like Amu.

However, this blackbird is still a small blackbird, unchanged.Sometimes, Amu just thinks it is fatter or thinner.

The biggest change is the amount of alcohol. It used to be poured in one gulp, but now it can handle two bowls.

Seeing that the little black bird drank the whole bowl of wine on the stone, Amu smiled.

As soon as he raised his arm, the little black bird flapped its wings and landed on Amu's shoulder.After seven years of getting along, Amu and this little black bird have a very tacit understanding.

The little black bird landed obediently on the socket of Amu's shoulder, curled up, and rubbed Amu's cheek vigorously with its small head.

"Yao'er, do you think I can still get out of this Menghun village and out of this hundred thousand mountains! Become the number one monk in the world and cross the three realms?" Amu smiled and asked a very exaggerated question he didn't know. The big question of how many times this little black bird has been touched.

The little black bird nodded hurriedly, like a chicken eating rice, its movements are extremely proficient, it seems that it has trained enough on weekdays.

"Haha!" One of Amu's happiest moments was when he saw the little black bird with bright eyes, and then nodded vigorously.

The moon is gradually setting in the west!Miscellaneous, Amu said a lot of things as if he was talking to himself naturally.The little black bird was extremely quiet, sometimes lying curled up, and sometimes rubbing against Amu's cheek.

At the same time, Amu held a branch with one hand and kept sketching. Those were all talismans and forbidden pictures.

At this time, Amu didn't have half of the magic power, even if he only had a little cultivation power, Amu could make these forbidden pictures play some role.

However, now Amu can only draw its shape, and even deduction is very difficult, Amu can only imagine.Amu feels that he has made progress in the achievement of forbidden pictures, but this is just water without a source and a tree without roots.

When drawing these, Amu didn't avoid the little black bird, just look at it!This little black bird, Amu completely regarded it as his own.

But the little black bird looked at him from time to time, and sometimes just lay on his shoulder, seemingly asleep, and had no interest in Amu's sketches.

This is how one person and one bird spent every night for seven years.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

Above the sea of ​​bitterness, a ball of red light jumped out of the sea.The villagers of Mengjia Village began to wake up one after another.And at the moment when the sun was about to rise, the little black bird spread its wings and flew to the mountain, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Amu is used to all this.

"Brother Amu, good morning!" The little boy bouncing over was Shuiwazi who called Amu yesterday.He came to look for his father, because Second Brother Meng slept directly on the open field last night.

At this time, Second Brother Meng also woke up, rubbed his eyes, and yawned a long time.Looks like a good night's sleep!
"Slept well! Let's go, Amu! Let's have breakfast at home!" Erge Meng pulled Amu.No one in the Meng family village knew that Amu never slept.

"Okay!" Amu was not polite.

Over the years, Amu didn't catch fire much by himself, and he always ate hundreds of meals.Everyone in the village likes to find Amu for dinner.

On weekdays, the prey that Amu hunts is also distributed from house to house, and no one is left behind.The people in the village couldn't eat the prey that Amu beat.

The two brothers went straight to the house, and Meng's second daughter-in-law made breakfast, which was not rich, but it was delicious and comfortable to eat.Because, where is the taste of home.

Meng Er's sister, seeing Amu coming, remembered everyone's teasing last night, her face flushed.But she didn't slip out, but rushed to serve Amu with food and chopsticks.

Meng Er's daughter-in-law smiled, she naturally knew what my sister-in-law was thinking, so she let her do it.Amu is natural and generous, without any discomfort.

Several people, talking and laughing, had breakfast.I just came back from the sea, and I have gained a lot, so everyone can relax for a while.

But at this moment, suddenly, a teenager ran into the door.

"Second Brother Meng, Brother Amu, it's not good! Zhuzi died this morning!" the boy shouted.

"What? The pillar is dead too!" Amu frowned.

If Amu remembers correctly, this is the number 40 seven people who died in this village in seven years.There are seven every year, and this is the fifth this year.Such a death rate is almost unbearable for Mengjia Village, which has only more than 200 people.

Pillar?It seems that Liu Zhen also had a pillar back then!
(End of this chapter)