The devil is me

"Haidong??"

A slender girl appeared at the end of the road. She ran very fast and sometimes fell down, but she didn't stop for a moment, and immediately got up again with hands and feet, and ran over stumblingly.

When she saw Haidong, she immediately let out a scream from her throat. The scream was very short and quickly suppressed, as if she was afraid of hurting the other person's heart, but from the pain in her eyes and tears, she could tell It was obvious that the girl's heart was broken.

She covered her mouth with her hands, shook her head in disbelief, and whimpered softly: "How could this be, how did those two bastards make Haidong like this?"

The two teenagers who had just fled down the mountain reported the incident on the mountain to the village chief. She woke up from her sleep and saw that the strong men in the village were all looking for weapons at hand and planned to enter the mountain together, including her father.

She thought of Haidong.She wants to go up the mountain ahead of everyone, take her Haidong away, and hide him.

Until Xi Buwen saw her hesitantly stretching out her hand to touch Haidong, he finally couldn't help but said, "He's already dead."

That slender white hand was hanging in the air, and after a while, she stretched it out again, firmly holding Haidong's unburnt cold little finger.

The girl was still wearing a moon-white nightgown and was covered in mud. She choked up and couldn't utter a complete sentence: "Hai... Haidong, it's me, Swallow."

Haidong didn't speak, but stared at her sadly.

"Didn't you say that you like watching lanterns during the Lantern Festival the most?" Swallow cried out, gritting his teeth and spit out every word, every word was bloody and tearful, "I promised you that this year's Lantern Festival will return." I'll take you to see..."

"In three months, we can watch lanterns together, go to temple fairs, and eat glutinous rice balls. Why...why don't you keep your word!"

Xi Buwen's heart seemed to be crushed hard, he remembered that there was only the last remnant soul left in this corpse, still stubbornly sticking to the lanterns, one after another.

"Let's stop fighting, stop fighting." Yanzi had a stubborn and determined expression on his childish face, "Haidong, don't hate, do you remember what I told you, when you hate them? At that time, you just paste a paper lantern, and when the Lantern Festival comes, I will take you to light it, and they will become colorful, and you won’t feel any pain.”

"When you recover, I'll..." Yanzi wiped away her tears, her white face was covered with ashes, "I'll take you to light them up, okay?"

But Haidong will not be better.

The vine thorns can be pulled out, and the bruises on the face will gradually disappear. Those bits and pieces of hatred can be turned into beautiful paper lanterns. As long as there is enough time, when the boy grows up Tree, when all the rot dies, everything will be fine.

But he has no time, he can't wait for that day.

A sob came out of Haidong's throat, mixed with gurgling blood foam, he couldn't speak.

The light of the fire gradually dyed the path when we came here. People in the village held torches, knives, axes, and tongs in their hands, and all sharp weapons that could leave wounds on flesh and blood. They walked with righteous indignation and righteousness. into the mountains.

They were going to kill the boy named Haidong, destroy his body, and eliminate all traces of him in the world.

He is like a transparent mirror, reflecting everyone's filth.

He must die.

But when everyone saw Haidong's appearance, they all gasped.

He had pus and blood, half of his scorched body, exuding a strong smell of blood and stench, and a clean little girl stood beside him, holding his only intact little finger.

Furious and frightened, Tiejiang Lin rushed to the front of the crowd and called out to her loudly: "Swallow, come here! It's dangerous over there!"

Yanzi raised her head high, as if she was very proud of having such a companion: "Father, I'm not afraid."

Tiejiang Lin's complexion was dark, and he was furious: "I disagree with you when you were acquainted with him before. Now that he's dead, we don't want us to cheat the corpse. You still want to show yourself there! Come here!"

Yanzi begged: "Please, please, Haidong is very good, he won't cause trouble for everyone again. Please don't beat him, okay?"

How could the families of those children agree? The two teenagers who had just escaped down the mountain had their knees broken and bleeding, and their hands were scratched by fine stones. Someone must pay this debt.What's more, death can't stop, who knows when he will come to the village to take revenge, and the walking corpse should be dissipated!

The crowd became agitated again in an instant, the shouts of killing, the sound of clashing knives and axes, and the crackling sound of burning torches aroused the resentment of the walking corpses again!

Lost in mind, the walking corpse avoids the swallow, and walks straight towards the crowd. The muffled sound of knives and axes piercing the flesh can be heard all around, and there are blood and flesh from Haidong's corpse, as well as swallow's tears.

"Stop hitting!" Swallow wailed, "Stop hitting!"

Wu Nian let go of Xi Buwen, and flew forward, trying to control the corpse, when suddenly a ghost-suppressing formula flew down into the air, it was Shen Xinzhai!

The walking corpse couldn't help being besieged by many people, so it couldn't avoid it. The last ray of remnant soul was suppressed by this ghost suppressing formula, and the corpse suddenly fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dark ashes.

Everyone stopped their hands, brushed away the fine black ash, and their vision gradually became clear. From the ghost-suppressing magic circle, they could see the boy's true face.

The skin is pale, the eyebrows are delicate, the cheekbones are slightly sunken due to thinness, the tails of the eyes are drooping, and the expression is very weak.

This last ray of soul is almost translucent, it becomes ethereal when the wind blows, and only slightly condenses into a human form when the wind dies down.

"Haidong!!" Yanzi ran over in surprise, and looked at the young man carefully through the barrier of the magic circle, as if he wanted to engrave him in his mind.

"Swallow!" Haidong smiled, and the corners of his eyes were even more curved, like a rainbow, an arch bridge, cute and gentle, "I listen to you, there are still a lot of lanterns stuck tonight."

"But I didn't do well and they all got burned."

Yanzi wiped her eyes fiercely: "It's okay, Haidong, it's okay, we'll make new ones. There's still three months left, there's still time."

Haidong didn't seem to hear it, his thoughts drifted far away.

He said: "The lanterns on the Lantern Festival are beautiful, the fireworks are beautiful, and the Lantern Festival is also delicious. They are the sweetest and sweetest things I have ever eaten. You brought me two last year, and I ate one, and the other was reluctant to eat. It was hidden in the snow for a long time, and it was eaten after it was frozen and hard, and it was still delicious, as it turned out that sweet things are delicious no matter what.”

The swallow cried softly: "I'll bring you a big bowl this year, a big bowl full, no need to hide it, just eat it while it's hot, okay?"

"Thank you, Swallow."

Haidong's soul is too thin, getting thinner and thinner, more and more like a wisp of smoke.

This magic circle is usually used to suppress ghosts. If the soul is locked, it will hurt the soul body, not to mention that this strand of remnant soul is already dilapidated.Once this soul is shattered, Haidong will soon disappear in the world, and from generation to generation, there will be no more Haidong in the cycle of reincarnation.

Xi Buwen was a little anxious, he wanted to sacrifice the soul-locking bell and try to take the remnant soul away, but he didn't know what to do after taking it away.At this moment, Wu Nian clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and murmured:

In the Land of Ultimate Bliss, there are seven layers of fences, seven layers of nets, and seven layers of trees, all of which are surrounded by the four treasures. That's why that country is called Ultimate Bliss...

It is the Sutra.

Xi Buwen didn't know why he knew it, but he just knew it.

This voice is clear and clear, familiar, like the Western precious light, splitting the darkness, the sky is twilight, and the dawn is approaching.

Yanzi also understood Wu Nian's intentions, she wiped away her tears one last time, and said to Haidong with a smile: "Goodbye, Haidong, goodbye. In the next life, you come to play with me again, and we will go to see the lights together."

Some villagers also began to wipe their eyes, clasped their hands together, and recited scriptures following Wu Nian.

More and more people are chanting together——

Namo Amitabha Night.

Namo Amitabha Night.

The soul was surrounded by surging goodwill, as if wrapped in a huge cocoon, exuding light yellow brilliance, he sighed, finally let go of all obsessions and hatred, detached from the magic circle, like a wisp of smoke , turned into tens of thousands of fluorescent lights, shattered into dots, whirled around the swallow with the wind, and finally scattered in the sky, never to be found.

The suffocating darkness of this night finally ushered in the bright sky.