Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

Hearing the sound, Luocheng had already rushed into the house, followed by Mu Zili and Si Meng.

Dazzling sunlight poured into the house through the dilapidated window lattices. Under the shrine in the middle of the room, a child about ten years old knelt on the ground, bowed his head and cried loudly.In front of him lay a gray-haired old man, dressed in ragged clothes and extremely emaciated, his eyes were tightly closed at this moment, his dry lips were slightly parted, motionless.

Luo Cheng walked up to him quickly, leaned over and stretched out his hand to reach his neck, his arm was slightly sluggish, and immediately looked back at Simeng, speechless.

This white-haired old man is Xu Xingbang, the old village head who led the villagers out of Xujia Village that day. The boy crying beside him is his only grandson Xu Zhen. Now Xu Zhen is the only one left in Xujia Village.

Xu Zhen wandered along with Xu Xingbang all the way, and experienced too many deaths. He always looked like a mature young man, seldom spoke, and followed Luocheng to take care of the patients, until Xu Xingbang died of illness, like a dream. Realizing that he was still a child, and seeing him crying so sadly now, she couldn't help but stepped forward to lift him up and hugged him in her arms, and comforted him softly: "Xiao Zhen, don't cry. Grandpa is tired, let him Have a good rest!"

Xu Zhen raised her hands and rubbed her red and swollen eyes, staring blankly at Xu Xingbang's body, and stopped crying.

"Sister, grandpa said we are all going to die, right? Xiaozhen doesn't want to die, so I beg my sister to save Xiaozhen..." Xu Zhen looked up at Simeng, her bright eyes were slightly red, and her trembling child voice was full of concern for death. of fear.

As soon as he said this, the other villagers in the house knelt down and begged with trembling voices: "We don't want to die, please save us all!"

At this time, Luocheng was helping Mu Zili to send Xu Xingbang's body out of the house. Seeing the villagers kowtowed and stood in the middle of Simeng, they stopped and said hoarsely: "What are you doing? Miss Meng and Mu Young Master has tried his best to help everyone, and now Young Master Feng has not returned from searching for medicine, everyone should stay calm and don't embarrass them."

It's good that he didn't mention Yifeng, but when he mentioned it, it caused a lot of discussion among the villagers, and even Mu Zili's calm temperament was a little impatient.

"Mr. Feng has been away for several days and has not come back. I'm afraid it's more ominous than good luck." A middle-aged woman with a sallow complexion in the crowd raised her head sideways and said to Simeng.

The people beside her also echoed: "That's right, the danger of Yushan is the crown of Kyushu. Mr. Feng has been away for so many days and hasn't returned yet..."

"It is rumored that there are many monsters in Yushan Mountain. Could it be that they were blocked by the monsters?"

"..."

If she had followed Simeng's usual temperament, she would have already opened her mouth to refute at this moment, but at this moment she was sluggish, with her eyes lowered, and the villagers were still chattering endlessly.

Although their words were harsh, they expressed her worries.

Because of her, Yifeng and Mu Ling are willing to be enemies with Cangxuan.Because of her, they escaped from the asylum of departure and came to the world.If Yifeng really encounters misfortune, how should she deal with herself?

"Don't even talk about it. Brother Feng took the risk of going to Yushan to collect medicine to save everyone. You don't pray to the gods to bless Brother Feng, but you are still talking about Feng here? Sister Meng, don't be sad. Brother Feng is a lucky man and will come back safely. Yes." Xu Zhen heard these people talking more and more outrageous, her small face flushed with anger, she stood up from Limeng's arms with a "chuss", rushed into the crowd, and loudly reprimanded her.

These words were spoken from a ten-year-old child, and the villagers who were kneeling on the ground blushed with embarrassment and bowed their heads in silence.

Seeing that they didn't speak anymore, Simeng raised his eyes to scan the crowd, and all the people he saw looked pale, sickly, and coughed from time to time.When they lived in the mist house before, they may have parents, or brothers and sisters by their side, but now most of them are alone and alone.

They are all poor people, just like she used to be, lonely and helpless.

Thinking about fate being kind to her, although she broke into this strange world just by sneezing, at least she was accompanied by Yifeng and Wood Spirit, chatting and laughing all the way, I don't know how happy it is.

"Everyone, get up! I won't bother you about my senior brother. He is superb in conjuration, and he will be fine. The most important thing right now is how to keep everyone's condition from getting worse, that Xue Po The grass is just a legend." Simeng straightened her waist, her purple eyes scanned the crowd, and waved for them to get up.

Outside, by the lotus pond at the end of the corridor, Mu Zili raised the torch in his hand and threw it into the withered grass in front of him. The flames spread rapidly, and Xu Xingbang's body was quickly engulfed in flames.

Because of the rapid spread of the plague, they did not dare to dig pits to bury the villagers after they died, and all of them were burned in the grass beside the lotus pond.

The sweltering weather and the burning smell emanating from the fire were really unpleasant. Luo Cheng covered his sleeves and leaned far away under the corridor to watch, not daring to approach.

Mu Zili's blue hair was slightly disheveled, his handsome white cheeks were slightly reddened by the smoke from the fire, his slender and delicate black eyes looked through the fire to the blue tile house at the other end of the corridor, thoughtfully.

He couldn't get Yifeng back, and he was really ashamed of Rumeng. He knew that Yifeng was hurt by Que Hentian, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead, but he didn't dare to speak out to her.But if she knows everything in the future, she will definitely blame herself. She should have taken her to find Yifeng's whereabouts, but these mortals are entangled with each other. She is a kind person, and she will definitely not be willing to leave them with him .

When he was in a trance, there was a lavender figure slowly approaching under the long corridor. It was not until the burnt smell in the air was diluted by a sweet fragrance of flowers that he realized that the person he was thinking of was close in front of him.

Simeng stood quietly beside him for about half a stick of incense, seeing his eyes were far away, lost in thought, remembering how she scolded him before, could she be angry?

Wanting to just wait for him to come back to his senses, but thinking about the mortals in the room waiting for their treatment, he stood on tiptoe and whispered softly in his ear: "Wu Mu, don't be angry!"

Ever since Yifeng had an accident, she had never spoken to him so tenderly, let alone pressed against his earlobe. After this apology, Mu Zili's ears turned red instantly, and her cheeks were already smoky. It was flushed red, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Meng'er is worrying too much. I'm not such a narrow-minded person. But Meng'er, don't worry about it. The matter of Yifeng..." Because she was too close, Mu Zili's whole body froze, and he leaned forward slightly. He took a step back, ready to tell the truth about Yifeng's injury, but was interrupted by Xiangmeng.

"I'll talk about Yifeng later, there's something I want to discuss with you right now." Meng Meng looked sideways at him, with a look of searching in her eyes.