[River God] The missing young master

Ding Mao walked through the dark red blood mist in a daze, and with a burst of dazzling light, he came to a village unknowingly.Ahead is a spacious square where many villagers gather.He stepped on the wet soil and walked there involuntarily.

He patted a villager on the shoulder and asked, "What are you doing?"

No one cares about him.

The villager was looking ahead intently at this time, and he was still chanting, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hear what the villagers were chanting.

Only then did Ding Mao realize that there was no sound at all here!But he could clearly hear himself talking!

When he was puzzled, he followed where the villagers were staring, and only saw a general view. There were too many people, and he was at the end, so he couldn't see the whole picture in front of him.

Ding Mao passed through the crowd, and what surprised him was that he passed through everyone with ease like a transparent person.He stretched out his hand tentatively to touch the arm of a villager beside him, and the palm actually passed through the man's body!

With three parts curiosity and seven parts panic, he came to the front, which is an altar.

On the wooden altar, a man in a white robe stood in the center like a god.He looked at the villagers below indifferently, but Ding Mao felt the deep sadness emanating from him.

Suddenly, Ding Mao found that the face of the man on the altar was very familiar, not that he knew him, but that it was his own face!

Ding Mao panicked!He wanted to run away from here.

But at this moment, the villagers began to surge.Ding Mao stopped and watched them rush towards the altar like crazy.That man let the villagers slaughter him like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The villagers cut his flesh and drank his blood!He didn't struggle for half a point until death...

Ding Mao could only watch this cruel hell-like scene, but he was powerless to stop it. He looked at the man lying on the ground with bruises all over his body, and felt that his body was aching...

At this time, he caught sight of a villager who was biting a man, and the villager's bare skin had the black lines on Lian Huaqing's body!

Just when he wanted to run up to take a closer look, he suddenly woke up...

Lian Huaqing thought about it after listening, "The lines on Mogu Dao's body?" He asked Ding Mao, "Are you sure?"

Ding Mao nodded cautiously, "Although I didn't look carefully, I must be." He had seen the black lines on Lian Huaqing's body, and he couldn't be wrong.

Lian Huaqing lowered his eyes, his face was serious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Ding Mao looked at him and felt bored after a while.

In fact, he came to find Lian Huaqing because he was frightened. Now that he said it, he felt much happier, and he didn't have much fear.

He yawned and poked Lian Huaqing, "What are you thinking, I'm sleepy, go back to sleep."

Lian Huaqing came back to his senses, glanced at his exposed feet, "Just go back like this?"

Ding Mao followed his line of sight and curled up his toes shyly. He said with a "hehe" smile, "Why don't you help me get the shoes?"

Lian Huaqing looked at him helplessly, "When I get it back, you'll probably be lying here and falling asleep."

The house is not too big, but it is not too small, and it takes a long walk from the bedroom to the study.

He rubbed Ding Mao's curly hair and said, "I'll take you back, I just happen to sleep for a while." After speaking, he held Ding Mao in his arms and walked to the bedroom.

Lian Huaqing and Ding Mao returned to the bedroom, he squeezed the quilt for Ding Mao, put him in his arms again, and said, "Go to sleep."

Ding Mao let out a "hmm", then carelessly rubbed the comfortable silk quilt and fell asleep.

Lian Huaqing looked at his sweet sleeping face but couldn't sleep well.

Ding Mao didn't know, but Lian Huaqing knew that that incident did happen in Qiming Village 50 years ago...

At that time, the people in Qiming Village were infected with the plague, and everyone could only wait to die, but people found that a man among them was not infected. Just when they were surprised, a villager who had been saved by a man said, " I once had an incurable disease, but his blood saved me, and I was cured the next day!"

The villagers who had nowhere to go became excited when they heard the news. They found the man's house overnight and captured him alive.The superstitious villagers built altars and prayed to heaven, and then divided up the men.The man died, and the villagers recovered from their illnesses, but the black lines on their bodies remained there, but as long as they could survive, who would care about this?

Qiming Village gradually returned to its former life. It was as if the plague, illness, death and that man had never been here.

The villagers kept silent about the year until the plague came again 20 years ago...

This time there is no man's blood to save them, but the holy boy appeared...

Lian Huaqing caressed Ding Mao's face and thought, is it rare for him to end up like a man?

He even suspected that the man was Ding Mao's previous life, thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad for him...

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sky outside the window brightened.

Even Huaqing already had an idea in his heart.

He won't let Ding Mao die...