Cangzhou monster story

Just after New Year's Eve, the Lantern Festival is just a few days away.

The Lantern Festival is the most lively festival in Cangzhou City. On this night, the whole city has a curfew, the lantern festival lasts all night, and the restaurants and cottages are brightly lit until dawn.

A Ling had been looking forward to this day for a long time. The snow particles fell the night before, and she lay on the window anxiously, hoping that the weather would clear up tomorrow.

Boss Meng was squatting on the ground, holding two bamboos in his hands and trying to tie them together, while saying, "Don't worry, even if the northwest wind blows tomorrow, there will be no fewer people on this street."

A Ling turned her head to look at him with a somewhat smug expression, "You don't have to worry about it, you should hurry up and make me a lantern."

A Ling played chess with Boss Meng before, and I don’t know whether Boss Meng lost to Jingzhou because of his old horse. All the people here, only regretted that they didn't have a few more mouths to let the whole Cangzhou city know.

Boss Meng didn't care, he just stretched lazily, expressing that he was willing to gamble and admit defeat.

A Ling then asked him to make a lantern for herself to participate in the Lantern Festival. Boss Meng generously said that she could give her three pennies to buy it from the old master Chen who made lanterns on the street, but A Ling insisted that Boss Meng make one by himself.

So Boss Meng got a few thin pieces of bamboo from nowhere, and squatted in the room to tie a lantern for her.

With the cold wind blowing snow particles, A Ling's cheeks were red, she shrank her neck and put down the window, walked to Boss Meng's side to supervise the work, took a look, picked up the messy bamboo pieces tied together on one side in disgust, and said, "Are you a lantern too?"

Boss Meng nodded seriously, "How about it, it's not bad."

A Ling choked on her chest, and she was about to yell, but considering that he lost to her today, she still said generously: "Look at old Chen's piercing, and then look at your piercing. Not bad?"

Boss Meng narrowed his eyes, "Do you still want it?"

This is a dangerous signal. A Ling only felt that the window was not closed tightly, and there was a cold wind on her back. She shivered and nodded, "I want, I want. This lantern is so beautiful."

Boss Meng smiled and said that it was more or less the same.

So A Ling said with a dry smile: "Then I'll go to bed first, you work hard." After finishing speaking, before Boss Meng could speak, she had already slipped out of the room.

I don't know if it's a dream or reality.

The cold wind is as biting as that night in memory.At first, it was just like the shattered snow particles, but then it became bigger and bigger, and the feather-like snow danced wildly.

A huge moon hangs overhead, illuminating the scene in the valley with bloody reflections.

The girl huddled in her mother's arms, revealing her restless eyes like a deer, and the bandit slowly approaching was reflected in her frightened pupils. While waving the bloody sword, the leader said to the girl, "Follow me up the mountain." Be Mrs. Yazhai."

The mother's body temperature was rapidly passing away, she hugged the girl tightly, and kept whispering in her ear, "Alive, alive."

The bandit ripped apart the mother's body like throwing away a piece of rag, and stretched out his hand to grab the girl with a smirk on his face. His big rough hand was like a pair of iron tongs, and he tightly held her arm. She screamed in panic, and her shrill voice shocked Migratory birds sleeping peacefully in the valley.

The bandit seemed very satisfied with her reaction, and laughed together, "Scream, you won't be able to scream when you get up the mountain." As he spoke, he was about to lift her on his shoulders, but just as his hand was exerting strength, he didn't have time to scream. Pulling her up, she bounced away as if being scorched, the girl fell into the snow, and a clear laughter was heard, "It's so lively in the wilderness?"

The bandits immediately became alert and looked around. The leader asked sharply, "Who? Get out of here!"

"Okay, why do you have to get out?" The laughter started again, as if he was not afraid of the bandits in front of him.

"Damn it, what kind of idiot is he? He dares to meddle in my affairs. Get out!" The bandit was completely enraged by him, and cursed loudly.

The girl raised her head from the snow in a panic, but her misty eyes broke into an unforgettable scene in her life.

In that huge moon, there was a man standing tall and straight on the top of a tree. His clothes were better than the snow, his figure was pulled extremely long, and he was cast on the snow, like a fairy flying from the sky. "Brother, your mouth smells bad."

The bandit snorted, raised his knife and said to him, "You are a mother, you are a human or a ghost."

The man jumped and landed in the snow not far away, like a feather fluttering down, he slowly approached, the face hidden in the shadow gradually revealed, the sharp-edged chin, thin lips seemed to be dyed Peach-colored, slightly upturned, with a straight bridge of nose, long eyebrows raised upwards, flying obliquely into the temples.

Those peach blossom eyes seem to contain all the spring breeze, gentle and quiet.The white gown was printed with moonlight, as if shrouded in a thin halo.

The girls, including the thieves, lost their minds for a moment, and the visitor smiled, like a seductive ghost.

"You see, I'm a man or a ghost." He lowered his voice, as if tempting others to find out.

The bandit smiled, "Although you are a man, you are much more beautiful than this little girl. How about going back with me to be a lady in the village?"

After finishing speaking, a group of bandits laughed.

The man didn't feel embarrassed at all, and even curled his lips slightly, but the next second, the sword light flashed, and the head of the bandit closest to him, who was still looking up and laughing, fell into the snow.

"Why talk nonsense with them." A cold voice came from behind him, and then the sword light flashed just now, and half of the head was taken off in an instant.

"You... who are you!?" The Bandit realized that something was wrong, and took a few steps back in fear, his hands trembling and he could hardly hold the knife.

"Who am I?" The man smiled, like the most gentle poison in the world, "Unfortunately, you have no chance to know."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the saber in his hand.The whole body of the sword was silver and glowed faintly, as if it was more dazzling against the moonlight and snow.

"Sing...Snow Song Sword!" The bandit's face changed drastically, and he almost fell to the ground as if fleeing for his life. Before he could ask for mercy again, his blood had already stained the surrounding snow.

"Too much nonsense." That cold voice seemed very dissatisfied.

The person who just drew his sword and smiled said helplessly: "Why are you so anxious, I just drew my sword."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward to help the dazed girl, wiped off the blood on her face, and said softly, "This place has been cleaned up, don't be afraid."

The girl stared blankly at him, with tears in her eyes, the man sighed, then pointed to a horse under the shadow of a tree and said, "Here's that horse for you, go find your relatives." Then he turned and left.

The girl stumbled forward two steps and called him, "Senpai, my name is Shen Lan."