Shimmer Forest

Facing the mountain wind, step up the climbing ladder step by step.The reddish rainwater shone brightly in the light of the morning sun.The breeze was blowing, the drizzle was slightly billowing, and the rain wet the cold bluestone road.The green hills in the distance are continuous, hazy in the rain curtain, smudged into a piece of green.He stopped halfway up the mountain and looked towards the village at the foot of the mountain.The village in the rain is extremely small and far away, and a few wisps of cooking smoke rise up, blurring the outline of the green hills.He heard the ethereal wind echoing repeatedly in his ears, and the memories of the past circled like a revolving lantern.He thought of Wu Hao, his father, and the carefree, adventurous, and happy days they walked with him.

That kind of life has flown to an incomparably far away place along with the wandering and helpless wind, and can no longer find its destination.

"Are you here?" A voice as cold and indifferent as the mountain wind sounded in front of him.He followed the source of the sound, and the mountain god in front of him no longer looked like a child, with strange red patterns painted on the corners of his long and narrow eyes, and the corners of his lips were lightly closed, revealing sharp teeth slightly.The man was wearing the same plain white gown as him, outlining a tall and straight silhouette, exuding an unusual aura.

"Why, you can't wait any longer, have you come to pick me up in person?" Su Jin looked at his blurred figure against the light, and responded with a smile, without being too restrained.

"Of course, what if you regret it?" The mountain god didn't deny it, but raised the corners of his lips teasingly, then turned around and walked up the mountain.

"I won't regret it." Su Jin followed behind him not far or near, his subtle voice was as firm as every step he took.

"I really don't understand, what's worth protecting in this village." The mountain god didn't turn his head, and doubts and dissatisfaction were faintly revealed in his voice.

"Of course I have." Su Jin stopped, stood on the protruding rock on the edge of the cliff, looked up at the village that had been submerged in the forest, and there was a little relief in his nostalgic eyes: "It was the one that gave birth to me and tolerated me." Me, and an important hometown full of warmth and memories.”

"In my opinion, the people living there are nothing more than a group of selfish human beings." The mountain god paused in his footsteps, his cold voice faintly revealing disdain and hatred.

"Why do you say that?" Su Jin seemed to have noticed something, staring at the lonely and resolute figure with a dazed expression on his face.

The gust of wind suddenly blew up, and the plain white clothes fluttered, and the sound of agitation blurred his words, and the sound of killing and drums swept past his ears along with the gust of wind.The surrounding scene quickly flashed back in his mind, turning into a messy battlefield.The people on the battlefield were dressed in white clothes, overlapped with the figure in front of them, and disappeared in the howling cold wind.

Su Jin was startled, then followed the figure, facing the wind.

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When Su Jingran woke up, it was already late at night.

The surroundings are silent, the windows are open, the old light bulbs are blown left and right by the wind, and the dim light changes restlessly.The flames in the fireplace danced, and the burning wood made a crackling sound.

Uncle Wu was standing by his side with a worried expression on his face.

My mind was dizzy, as if I had just struggled out of a nightmare.The moment he woke up, Su Jingran suddenly sat up and grabbed Uncle Wu's arm: "Where's Su Jin?"

It was the first time in Wu Shuping's life that he saw such a panicked expression on his face, and that slender arm pinched him sorely.But he just frowned, and stroked that hand as comfort: "When I came, I only saw you fainted on the ground. As for Xiao Jin, Wu Hao went out to look for it."

Su turned anxiously and got out of bed.Probably because the effect of the medicine hadn't faded, his body went limp the moment he stepped on the floor, and Uncle Wu hurriedly supported him.

"Damn it!" Anger and impatience made his uneasiness pour out, and he cursed angrily, "That stinking brat!"

"Don't worry." Sensing the uneasiness from the other party, he forced himself to calm down and asked worriedly, "What happened?"

Uncle Wu's warm hand brought him back a bit of warmth and reason. He recalled Su Jin's words and knew that the child didn't want the family to be involved in this incident.Taking a deep breath, he slowly calmed down: "It's nothing... It's just my kid's prank."

"...Really?" The expression was obviously covering up something, Uncle Wu never believed that he was so flustered just for a prank.

He didn't answer, and tried to get out of bed, his body had recovered a little, and he was barely able to stand still.He pushed away Uncle Wu who was supporting him, walked straight to the window, opened the drawer, and took out the dagger glowing blue.

"Where are you going?" Uncle Wu wanted to stop him, but a strange force restrained his body, making him unable to move.The uneasiness grew stronger, and there was a trace of panic in his voice: "What are you doing with the dagger?"

He pinned the dagger to his waist, and looked at Uncle Wu with a cold and resolute look, beyond doubt.

Those are the eyes that this person who has been living in a casual manner has never had before. Those eyes, like Rakshasa, are full of anger and determination.

"Go and bring Su Jin back."

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For some reason, every time I get closer to the top of the mountain, the feeling of nostalgia becomes stronger.

Su Jin stared at the figure in front of him in a trance, the corners of the white clothes kept shaking in front of his eyes, the light veil was blowing up, together with the looming memory, it attracted his mind, and he couldn't help it Want to reach out and touch.

It was as if he had longed for it so long ago.

The sound of war drums rang in my ears, gradually becoming clearer from far to near.He seemed to be standing in the middle of an empty desert, and there were broken corpses all over the place. There was someone standing in the middle of these corpses, and the bright red color was splashed on the white clothes, reflecting the calm and horrified face.

He saw the man open his mouth slightly, as if calling his name.Then, a clear voice sounded in my ear.

"Su Jin."

He shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.His long hair brushed against his cheeks, causing a slight itch.His vision gradually became clear, and he vaguely saw the worried expression of the person in front of him.

The mountain god is pressing on him to check his condition.He didn't know when he fell asleep, lying on the soft bed.How strange, he clearly remembered walking on the stone steps just now.

His thinking gradually became clear, and when he realized the identity of the person in front of him, he suddenly became vigilant, and instinctively grabbed the quilt and retreated.

There was a trace of injury in the man's eyes.Soon, the usual indifference returned: "What are you hiding from? You are already mine."

That's right, the sacrificial ceremony has been completed, he has officially become a sacrifice, and he has no right to resist.He smiled helplessly, and slowly loosened his grip on the quilt.

Lifting his quilt, the mountain god forced him on the bed, and kissed his lips involuntarily.

The wanton and lingering kiss seemed to be restlessly trying to get something from him, but also seemed to be desperately trying to convey something.

He doesn't understand, and doesn't want to understand.It's just that I want to resist instinctively, and I feel disgusted instinctively.

He closed his eyes.

"Open your eyes." The commanding words of the mountain god sounded in my ears, with a hint of threat and anger.

He ignored it and kept his eyes tightly closed.

The mountain god rudely tore off his clothes, stretched out his hands to caress him wantonly, and his voice had dropped to freezing point: "I repeat, open your eyes."

There is nothing to be afraid of now, the sacrifice has been completed, even the mountain god will be afraid of the contract and will not take action against the people in the village.

As for himself, it doesn't matter what has happened, the worst is that he is worse off.

He stubbornly refused to open his eyes, and made the last resistance firmly.