Fast Travel: My villain must be blackened

While he was talking about these things, Hua Ling was quietly looking at his life book, and many details were added.

Originally, the two of them lived a very good life on the mountain. They depended on each other and comforted each other. Brothers are better than brothers.

Until an accident.

He is sick.

Xiaoshu was able to raise Xiaoyang to such a large age because he seldom got sick, but this time his high fever persisted, his face was flushed, he was talking nonsense, and kept calling his brother.

The little tree gritted his teeth and went down the mountain.

He went to steal a lot of things and brought them back to Xiaoyang, and finally his fever subsided, but his body was still very weak, and he kept lying down and sleeping, and Xiaoshu was very worried about him.

He whispered in the dazed Xiaoyang's ear: "You take a good rest, I'll go get you some delicious food, and when you wake up, you'll be able to see your brother."

Xiao Yang nodded.

However, when he woke up, it was already dark, and he called his brother several times but did not hear a response.

In the end, he was so worried that he sneaked down the mountain.

He hid behind the tree and saw the children in the village throwing stones at him, smashing his head and bleeding profusely. He wanted to run out to stop them, but the little tree saw him.

He shook his head at him and spit out a few words silently.

"Come on!"

"Good."

He tightly covered his mouth and burst into tears.

"I didn't expect you to be still alive. I said it's no wonder that things in the village are often missing recently. It turns out that you did it!"

"You calamity!"

Xiao Shu looked at them fearlessly, "I'm the disaster star? Hahaha, it's obvious that you cut down trees recklessly to cause mudslides that killed so many people, so why blame me for all this! Just to cover up your Is that the truth about the murderer!"

He didn't know it at first, but later he came to steal things and overheard a few people talking about what happened back then.

They also understand now that the mudslides were caused by deforestation and heavy rain, but they are glad that the matter has been resolved with the death of the little tree, and no one will blame them.

At that moment, Xiaoshu only felt sad.

These people are all evil spirits in hypocritical skins!

"Nonsense! If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be the mudslides back then. Maybe the extreme weather is also because of you. Quick, everyone don't listen to him, bury him!"

"Buried! Buried!"

Not only adults, but even children are yelling.

What broke Xiaoshu the most was that his parents stood in the crowd and did not dare to look at him, while their two children were applauding happily there.

A shovel slapped hard on the back of his head, and his eyes were blurred with blood. At the last moment of his fall, he smiled softly at the place where Xiaoyang was, and made a silent movement.

Blood blurred, he fell to the ground and was dragged away mercilessly.

Xiao Yang could no longer control himself and wanted to rush out, but was knocked out.

Wait until he wakes up again in a strange place.

There was a gentle-looking woman in front of her, her eyes were red when she saw him, Xiao Yang retreated vigilantly to the corner, seeing his reaction, the woman burst into tears.

"I'm mother, Xiaobao, you..." The woman thought of something and her expression became depressed, "That's right, how could you remember me when you were so young, you, how did you survive? You..."

She stretched out her hand tremblingly to Xiaoyang, but he immediately made a fierce expression.

He wanted to run out like crazy but was hugged by a woman. He bit the woman's wrist forcefully. He wanted to see his brother, but he didn't know what happened!

elder brother!

He only felt a pain in the back of his neck, and his eyes were dark again.

He was kicked awake.

There was a ten-year-old boy standing in front of him, looking at him with contempt, "Where did you come from, why do you live in my house, do you want to take my parents away, don't you? I won't let you succeed !"

"I'll kill you!"

As he spoke, he picked up the things in his hand and threw them at Xiaoyang, including stones and toys.

The woman hurried over and immediately took the child into her arms, "Bao'er, are you alright?"

Xiaoyang raised his head and put down his covering hand, warm blood flowed from his forehead.

He looked at the comforting child coldly and said how could he abandon him, he is her only son, no one is more important than him, he clearly doesn't know these people, but he feels a little inexplicably uncomfortable.

Probably because his gaze was too focused and hot, he finally caught the woman's attention. When she met his gaze and saw his injured appearance, her lips trembled, and she looked at him apologetically, picked up the child and ran away quickly. up.

Xiao Yang took out a bamboo flute from a pile of things, and he played it tentatively, but there was a sound, and he began to play it loudly, hoping that his brother could hear and find him.

But it was women who attracted it.

She snatched the flute from his hand in horror and cursed viciously: "It's not enough for you to hurt us once, do you want to hurt us a second time?"

But she soon softened again, extremely complicated.

"No, I, I didn't do it on purpose, I was just afraid..." She stopped talking and put the bowl of noodles in her hand on the ground, "I'm sorry, I..."

Suddenly she couldn't continue, and ran away quickly.

Xiao Yang didn't eat this bowl of noodles, he always remembered his brother's words, he can't just eat outside things.

He pushed the door, which seemed to be closed from the outside, and he couldn't get out at all.

He moved a lot of things that he could step on and ran out of the small window, and found Xiaoshu's body by following the blood that hadn't been cleaned up in the night.

They didn't even bury him, just dumped him in the mountains.

Birds were eating his flesh when he arrived.

"what!"

He collapsed, he chased away flocks of birds like crazy and hugged the little tree tightly, seeing his wide-open eyes and the gentle smile he gave him at the end, he called him loudly.

"Brother, brother."

"Brother, I'm fine. I'll listen to you. I won't go down anymore, and I won't go down again!"

"Brother, get up, get up!"

"elder brother!"

Tears burst from the embankment, and one drop fell on Xiaoshu's face. He wiped it off helplessly and painfully, but the next moment it became wet again, and he cried bitterly and howled.

After grief comes great anger.

The faces and faces of those people were pieced together in his mind little by little, and Xiao Yang's hands trembled violently.

"Brother, I won't let them go!"

He dug a hole with bare hands, but couldn't find anything to hold his body, so he picked flowers and leaves to cover him, and filled it up with soil little by little.

The boy's eyes were so scarlet that they were about to ooze blood.

He wiped the tears off his face and went down the mountain.

Hiding in the grass, he heard the conversation between the woman and another man.

The woman couldn't bear it, "Are you really going to do this? He is our child anyway."

The man didn't hesitate at all, "Are you still awake? Our child is dead long ago, he is a disaster, keeping him here will only harm our family!"

"There is rat poison in this meal. It is my greatest kindness to let him have a full meal before he leaves. If you don't have the heart, then I will go in."

"No, I'll go." The woman said softly, "I still want to see him one last time."

But soon after the door opened, there was an exclamation.

The man ran in immediately, "What's wrong?"

"He's gone, and I haven't eaten this bowl of noodles."

The man thought for a while and let out a light snort, "That's because he was unlucky, so let's just leave. I heard that a fish that slipped through the net was caught in the village today, and it has been dealt with. It is estimated that he has taken care of the child all these years. Now He's dead, even if this guy runs away, he won't live long."

"Let him fend for himself."

"……it is good."

They closed the warehouse door and left.

Hearing all this, Xiaoyang's eyes became more hateful. He searched around and found a sharp iron rod. As the night was getting darker, he went into the house and found the rat poison that Huozhe told them about.

He closed the doors and windows and set a fire, threw the medicine he found into the well water, and set fire from house to house, especially those who did something to the little tree. He raised the iron rod and treated them like they did to the little tree. .

There were screams everywhere, and the flames reflected the sky.

The flames illuminated his face, reflecting the mad paranoid hatred in his eyes.

He returned to the mountain with blood all over his body and face, stood by Xiaoshu and told him what he had done.

He stayed here without eating or drinking, and eventually starved to death.

After coming here for ten years and being forced to listen to some ghost stories, he finally understood that it was just a natural disaster, and it was not his fault at all, neither he nor Xiaoshu was a disaster!

It was their ignorance that imposed the crime on them and killed his only family member.

After saying all this, his eyes were completely red, and his face was full of pain.

This is the first time Hualing has seen this kind of expression at such a close distance, it is really, a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with me! Tell me, what's wrong with me!"

Hua Ling knew that he still couldn't let go of it.

No matter how he answered this question, he would not be satisfied, because he already had the answer in his heart.

Therefore, a light blue light emerged from Hua Ling's palm and turned into a water surface. The man on the water surface smiled softly but firmly, and he played happily with his companions.

Seeing his face, he suddenly raised his hand to grab it, but the moment he touched it, the image disappeared.

"Is he..." he asked urgently with uncertainty.

"Xiao Shu." Hua Ling said, "He is a good man, and his life will be safe and sound, and his life will be smooth."

Something slowly fell from his eyes.

Hua Ling looked at it quietly for a while, then turned around and wanted to leave, then she thought about it and said to him, "Look up."

He raised his chin for some unknown reason, followed the direction Hua Ling pointed and saw the unique star.

"It can tell the direction, and it is as bright as a light guiding you in the dark."

He looked at Hua Ling puzzled, and Hua Ling smiled at him, "Didn't you say that you don't have a name? Then I will give you one now. I never give names to others, so you can have fun secretly. "

"This star is also called Chen. From now on, you will be called Mingchen. I hope that from today on, you can also know where your own direction is."

She raised her hand lightly, and the word "Ming Chen" appeared on the flute.

The "Ming Chen" with a faint light on the black ebony wood is particularly clear and eye-catching.

He stroked the body of the flute and smiled.