Chapter 8: Lips of the Immortal "What a joke! Will the divine beast let this little girl go?" The middle-aged man snorted disdainfully, squeezed the horse's belly with his long legs and stopped. "Oh, interesting." The young man laughed, then dismounted and came to me. "Girl, who are you?" The boy came over and squatted down with a smile. His eyes were like the brilliant sky, so bright that I couldn't see his face clearly. But I still looked at him with wide eyes. He raised his chin slightly, and his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. I inexplicably stretched out my little hand to touch his face, mumbling to myself: "It's so beautiful." "Young Master." The sallow-faced middle-aged man immediately reached for the short arrow at his waist. "It's okay." The boy gestured to him, then leaned close to my ear and whispered, "How old is a little girl? Do you think it's good to be beautiful?" There is such a handsome boy in the world. I couldn't help but move closer with my drooling mouth and kissed his lips. "You...you" the boy jumped out instantly with fright. I licked my lips as if I was tasting a peach, and then shook my head: "You are not, no." I suddenly frowned and sighed. "Haha, Ziye, you finally get close to women." The man in green laughed.
"A yellow-haired girl, also called a woman, the key is that she shook her head and said she is not, not anything." The young man's face turned red, and he was inexplicably angry. "What a pity, sir. There are teeth marks and blood on her back. She won't survive this night. I'm afraid your first time will be wasted." The man in green was still laughing. The young man frowned and glanced at the man in green with a slightly annoyed look. Then he looked around and said coldly, "Little girl, where is the monster that bit you?" I turned around and looked at the shivering black cat on the haystack, without saying anything. The young man took out a crystal clear bead from his waist, played with it in his palm, and said softly: Tell me, where is the monster? I giggled. My dear, what does this silly girl know? The young man frowned, the bloodstain stopped abruptly, where to start? I frowned and muttered: Kill it in a hundred days and eat its meat. Bai Tian? Your name is Bai Tian… The young man's handsome face showed a hint of surprise, and the corners of his mouth inexplicably rose slightly. "Ridiculous, a little girl can kill an alien beast... Humph, you are so young and you keep telling lies, you deserve to die." The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and the long whip in his hand flew towards me like a rainbow from the sky. Seeing the whip about to fall on my cheek, I was frightened and blocked it with my hand. The whip, like a long tongue, trembled and shrank back instantly as if it was burned. The middle-aged man groaned and then dropped his arms in pain. Looking at the injured middle-aged man, the young man turned his surprised gaze to me again. I stepped back timidly and looked at them warily. Bai Tian... who are you? The boy's voice was trembling. "No matter who she is, she looks like an evil creature with spiritual powers. I'm afraid she will be troublesome in the future. Sir, it's better to kill her by mistake than to leave any trouble behind." The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and his eyes showed murderous intent. In an instant, a haze gathered in the boy's bright eyes, and the sky seemed to be as cold as ice and snow... "You are a bad guy, I want my grandpa, I want my grandpa." I was so nervous that I started crying loudly like a spoiled child. The young man's brows relaxed, and he shook his head and chuckled. "Tian'er, Tian'er..." Grandpa's voice came.
"Young Master, hurry up, there are people here." The man in green reminded me softly. The young man glanced at me, then jumped on his horse and galloped away. "Grandson, what are you looking at?" Grandpa was standing behind me, puffing on his cigarette. "Grandpa, there are horses." I was about to point my finger at the horse I had just left when I realized there was no one there. It seemed like everything that had just happened was just a dream. I didn't even feel the pain on my back. Horse? Haha, it turns out that we were thinking about the old horse at the foot of the mountain, but the old horse that carried things is almost older than grandpa, and can’t go up the mountain many times... Grandpa smiled and rubbed my sparse and drooping yellow hair, and carried me back to the house. The years move forward neither hurriedly nor slowly, and my little body seems to be in no hurry to grow up. I am still skinny and my hair still has a nutritionless glow as always, but I am still like a weed in the earth, growing tenaciously in the strong wind. It was just that in the 15th day of July of that year, a strange thing happened, which changed my life. No, it should be said that it more or less affected my destiny. Every July 15th, every household burns incense to their ancestors. Some families from other villages come to Shijiawan to ask Grandpa to do some rituals, worship their ancestors, and take care of the lonely souls in the surrounding wilderness to bless their families for the coming year. This year's July 15th has not yet arrived, that is, on the first day of July 15th, Grandpa took the whole family to prepare the incense, candles, pig heads, red roosters, etc. for the next day's worship, and told everyone to rest early. And this year's July 15th, I seemed to be much more tired than usual, and I went to sleep in the coffin early. I don’t know how long I slept, but a strange sigh woke me up. All I could hear were long and continuous "Ah, Ah, Ah" sounds, as if someone was being strangled by the neck, but was sighing unwillingly, and it was hard to tell whether it was a human or a ghost. I was so scared that I didn't dare to move in the coffin, and called my grandfather in a low voice. Grandpa responded softly, telling me not to disturb the outside world. I continued to lie in the coffin bed obediently, but my palms were sweating from nervousness. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard a shrill cry. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of footsteps outside the house. In the moonlight, there seemed to be a shadow swaying outside the dilapidated window. "Who?" Grandpa shouted. "It's me, Yang Zu." Erbao's low voice came from outside the door. Grandpa fumbled to put on his clothes and opened the door for Erbao. "What happened, so late at night?" "Ancestor Yang, Aunt Zhao from the Sihu Courtyard was hanged to death. She was already dead when she was found. Her daughters just came back from their husband's house to mourn. I'm here to tell you the news. Please perform a ritual. After saying that, Gou Wa took out an unopened pack of Hongmei cigarettes, carefully opened it, took out a cigarette and handed it to his grandfather. Grandpa took the cigarette, sniffed it, then lit it, took a deep puff, looked up at the sky, blew out a smoke ring, and nodded. "Look, Yang Zu, I'm leaving now. I still have to deliver some messages to some people in Kanshang. I'll trouble you to take care of it." "What are you talking about? You go and do your thing. I'll pack up and come over." After a few brief words, grandpa sent Erbao out the door, then turned back into the house and told me to get up and go out. When my grandfather and I arrived at the Sihuyuan, it was still dark, but Aunt Zhao's yard was already brightly lit. A few oil lamps were hung on the broken and mottled walls, and the whitish light swayed in the wind, stretching and rounding the busy figures in a strange way. There were four large wooden tables in the yard, with some simple offerings sparsely placed on the tables, no pork head or braised pork. I guessed that Aunt Zhao's family must be poor. Usually, at the funeral of a wealthy family, the table is filled with all kinds of offerings, and there are also teams performing rituals and old hands of Hades Music coming. When I was wondering if there would be cakes for the sacrifice, Aunt Zhao's husband, Uncle Shouxing, came out with red eyes to welcome Grandpa to the Peach House. Grandpa was the person in charge of Feng Shui for the underworld. When he came to the host's house, the first thing he did was to go to the Peach House to meet the deceased and worship him. Aunt Zhao's body was lying in the peach house, covered with a piece of rough linen that was not too white. Aunt Zhao's daughter was kneeling beside her in mourning, sobbing and complaining. The villagers who came to help were infected by her crying and all of them burst into tears. I heard from the birthday uncle that he and Aunt Zhao went up the mountain to work yesterday. Aunt Zhao was thirsty and wanted to find water to drink at a dry well, but for some reason, she always felt that the well was like a grave, which was quite strange. However, Aunt Zhao still went down and drank the water. (End of this chapter)