third wish

The smell of smoke, the smell of blood, there are people lying in a pool of blood everywhere.Apart from the crackling noises, the village was quiet without even the cicadas chirping.

In a thatched house with half of the roof collapsed, the earth jar was rustling for a long time, and the broken bowls piled on top of the jar were overturned and smashed to the ground with a clang.

A messy boy crawled out of the earth jar trembling with his mouth covered.His ears were rumbling, and his mind was filled with lingering screams.

There was no light in the room, and it was pitch black outside. He gasped for breath a few times, and there was a desperate gurgling sound in his throat as if he was dying.The cold white moonlight shone in along the half-collapsed roof, fell into the tank, and hit the upside-down long sword.The silver waves are faint, like a sparkling spring pouring down.

The boy's hands trembled so badly that it was almost difficult for his legs to stand upright. He struggled to pull out the long sword slowly from the tank, his body shivering intermittently.Not far from him, there was a man hanging from the half-down beam of the house, with his neck drooping on his body and his toes already hanging on the ground. Most of the two beautiful shofar braids were loose, mixed with a fishy-smelling liquid. Strands stick to the cheeks.

That's Alita. She cherishes those two braids that look like goat's horns the most. Like the pair of gold bracelets she wore when she got married, they are never touched by anyone on weekdays.

The boy stumbled and ran over, swung the long sword in his hand upwards, and the hemp rope as thick as his thumb broke easily, and Alita fell softly into the boy's arms, like a broken rag doll, An unpleasant stench slowly permeated her body.

"A... Rita..." The boy hoarse, his arms trembling like spasms.A few hours ago, the girl was still a warm and living person, and her voice suppressing fear repeatedly rang in the boy's ears.

"It's too late, the village has already been surrounded."

"You hid here with the holy sword, and I will lead them away."

"Whatever you hear, don't make a sound!"

"Shh, squat in quickly, someone is coming..."

There was still numbness on the back of his neck, and before he lost consciousness, Alita seemed to be choking up and saying something...

"Sorry, Eden..."

"You must live on, with our share..."

A drop of tears dripped down the boy's face suddenly, and dripped down the gray cheeks onto the edge of the sword he held tightly in his hand. His face was hideous and terrifying, his eyeballs popped out, and there was a strange gurgling sound from his throat.

Alita...the village chief, Aunt Manda next door, and Uncle Henry at the head of the village agreed to leave together.

It's all about the sword... It's all about the sword! !If it weren't for this sword, those beasts would not have come to this village...

The long sword buzzed and vibrated, but the young man in grief and indignation did not notice that the moonlight above his head slowly turned an ominous color of blood, and the moonlight poured down and fell directly on the sword.The long sword vibrated more and more violently, and a group of black shadows wrapped around the blade and slowly condensed into an illusory human form.

The boy's trembling hand could no longer hold the long sword, and with a jingle, the long sword fell from his fingertips and stuck into the mud.The black smoke condensed into the figure of a young man, countless pairs of blood-red eyes greedily looked at this desperate boy hidden in the smoke, "he" fell lightly on the hilt of the sword, like a weightless cloud.

At the same time, a hoarse and weird sound suddenly sounded in the quiet air, like sandpaper polishing a rough tabletop.

"Desperate human beings, in the name of the angel of death Azrael, I will grant your three wishes."

"Now, tell me your first wish."