The devil is me

The store owner was coming to clear the table, buried in the messy cups and plates, when he heard this, he quickly raised his head to dissuade him: "Guests, it's getting late today, it's not suitable to go up the mountain."

"What's more..." He quietly glanced at Shen Xinzhai's wheelchair and said, "This fairy has inconvenient legs and feet, and he has to go through many steps to go up the mountain."

Shen Xinzhai hates people saying that he has inconvenient legs and feet, especially he can't hear ordinary people saying that.After many years of practice, even an ordinary person would look down on him, how could he bear it.

He pursed his lips, and replied coldly: "We have our own way, so don't bother you."

Hearing Shen Xinzhai's words, the shopkeeper turned cold and looked unhappy, so he hesitated to speak, and finally watched them go away.

Shen Xinzhai drove the wheelchair and walked slowly in the village. The village was closed, and he had never seen even a mech, let alone a wheelchair driven by spiritual power. It was so novel, and there were three or five children laughing and having fun behind them.

From time to time, small laughs accompanied by words such as "broken leg", "cripple" and "funny" floated into his ears. Xi Buwen saw Shen Yuliang's face turn from white to red, from red to blue, and finally in the "crippled" two The text turned black and purple.

In these years, he only entered and exited the Taoist sect, and everyone respected him as "Mr. Xiyi", and he had never been humiliated like this.

Xi Buwen thought for a moment, took out a handful of colorful candies from Qiankun's sleeve, and stuffed them to the children, telling them to disperse.The children got candy, and finally stopped paying too much attention to Shen Xinzhai, and went to the better-looking candy wrappers in twos and threes.

A little girl who came late ran up to Xi Buwen with her hands tied in the sky, pointed her finger cautiously and asked, "Brother, is there any more candy? I didn't get any."

The little girl was wearing a pink and tender skirt, with a pitiful and cute greedy look, but she didn't agree with it. She nodded her little nose and said with a smile: "Brother only has one candy left, I can't give it to you."

He squinted at Wu Nian again: "I want to leave it to this brother."

As he spoke, he stuffed the last piece of candy wrapped in lavender sugar paper into Wu Nian's palm under the little girl's aggrieved gaze.

Wu Nian was blinded by Xi Buwen's warm sun-like smile, and his ears were stained crimson. He turned his eyes away in embarrassment, carefully peeled off the candy wrapper and handed it to the little girl: "Don't be sad, I'll give you this one." .”

There were tears in the eyes of the little girl, and she smiled, revealing a pair of shallow pear dimples. She leaned over and bit the candy in her mouth, and then took the beautiful candy wrapper: "Thank you, pot... pot..." Her mouth was full of tears. Holding the sugar, the sharp corners of the fleshy cheeks were propped up by the sugar, and he spoke indistinctly.

Wu Nian wanted to rub her head, but was pinched by Chao Tian, ​​so she had to withdraw her hand, and said with a bright smile, "Go and play."

Mindless smiles are also rare.The spring pool is wrinkled, and the rainbow is empty.

I thought that caramel candy was only used to coax girls and children, but I didn't expect that a piece of candy can be exchanged for Wu Nian's smile, which is really worth it.

Xi Buwen decided to keep some more in Qiankun's sleeves in the future, and take them out to flirt with men from time to time, which would be the best.

When Shen Xinzhai turned his head and saw Xi Buwen took the initiative to rescue him, he felt ashamed and stunned.This junior, tall and tall, with a high ponytail, was shrouded in the light pink and fluffy autumn evening sun. From a distance, he really looked like an old friend.

That person is used to see his panic and cowardice in his eyes, keep it in his heart, praise him and encourage him sincerely, even on the battlefield, the two of them are in the same situation, he can't see himself dying, he saved him, And he gave him a sword.

Blood stained his eyes red and stained his hands dirty.

Probably because he has seen himself at his most useless, submissive and cowering, at the most human-like yet least human-like, the more he takes care of him, the more ashamed he feels.

He hated him as much as he appreciated him.

Or, he just hated himself.

His eyes suddenly became wet, he closed them hard and then opened them again, squeezing out those untimely tears, turned his head and drove the wheelchair faster towards the mountain not far away.

In late autumn, it gets dark quickly, the trees in the mountains block out the sun, and the twilight comes earlier.The sparse sunlight danced on the edges of the yellow leaves at first, and soon disappeared, leaving only the gloomy night and the cold air that pierced the heart.

This mountain is obviously the place where the dead are buried in the village. Climbing up the steps, there are vaguely raised tombs on both sides, some with monuments and no monuments, covered by weeds, with complete offerings, and even the underworld.

On a high hill in the moon, suddenly an owl crowed at night, scaring Shen Xinzhai's spiritual power for a moment, the wooden wheelchair backed up a few steps from the steps, knocking him out of order, fortunately Xi Buwen pushed him back in time .

Shen Xinzhai cast a grateful look, Xi Buwen smiled and didn't say much.

"I don't know where the old man is buried." Shen Xinzhai looked around and saw a fire in the jungle, "It seems to be a wooden house there, maybe it's a tomb guard, let's go there and ask."

The three of them walked closer, only to realize that the ray of fire just now was an oil lamp hanging at the door of this house. From the flickering light, it can be seen that the house is not big and has been in disrepair for a long time. It was covered with a thin layer of thatch, and the wooden boards on the wall were dilapidated, but the most terrifying thing was that there were many coffins, large and small, parked behind the house, lying quietly in the thick and cold night.

Wu Nian stepped forward to knock on the door, the thin door seemed to have no intention of blocking outsiders at all, and with a dull sound, a gap was opened.

Wu Nian hesitated for a moment, thinking that there was no one in the room, so he pushed the door further open. As soon as he lifted his foot, Xi Buwen suddenly pulled him back a step.

Xi Buwen raised the sword in front of him, whispered: "There are people in the room."

It was only then that Wu Nian realized that there was an extremely thin young man beside the bed with a broken leg, sitting on a low stool pasting paper lanterns, with his back to the door, leaving only the back of his head for the visitor.He was so concentrated that he didn't seem to hear anyone intruding at all, his hands were slow and steady, and one after another, those lanterns were like human heads, rolled around on the ground by the blowing night wind.

The scene was already very weird, but Wu Nian still bowed his hands and saluted: "I'm sorry to bother you."

The young man turned a deaf ear and did not stop his hands.

"Excuse me!" Wu Nian raised her voice again.

"He can't hear." Shen Xinzhai frowned, and also used his spiritual power on his fingertips: "It seems something is wrong."

Wu Nian and Xi Buwen also noticed it, they stepped into the house slowly, walked up to the young man to have a look.

The man was as thin as a skeleton, his complexion was unhealthy bluish-white, he had not died for a long time, the lavender spots spread from his cheeks to his neck, his eyes were wide open but only the whites of his eyes were left. Sitting on a low stool like this, doing the same thing over and over again.

"Fortunately, it's just an ordinary corpse change." Xi Buwen whispered, "Don't alarm him, he still has a little soul left, just want to do some things he was used to doing when he was alive."

Wu Nian suddenly felt that Xi Buwen's research on the corpse seemed to be very thorough, even with too much pity and regret that a Taoist cultivator should not have.

"How did he die?" Shen Xinzhai asked.

"It's a bit strange." Xi Buwen looked around and said, "It seems that he was scared to death."