Hit ghost

Chapter 184 Head 7

In that doomed sleepless night, Wen Liang told Xie Jin a lot in the dark about the things Grandma Yang concealed and He Nian's unknown life experience.

"It is said that He Nian's biological parents have been resisting since he was selected as a holy boy, but the Zhao family's power has almost formed a one-sided situation, so they made a bold decision at that time."

Wen Liang picked up a stone from the ground, put the stone between the thumb of his right hand, and flicked it lightly, "Get out of here and send He Nian out."

"But the couple who later adopted Ah Nian probably didn't find any other adults nearby. Ah Nian's biological parents... I'm afraid it's more ominous, right?" Xie Jin seemed to have guessed the answer, he lowered his head, Looking downcast.

"Yeah, it's miserable, but that book didn't describe it in detail." Wen Liang smoked the pipe one after another, and then exhaled a puff of white smoke into the black night sky.

"But his mother was the only one who led He Nian out of the village. His father left alone in the village to cover his mother and son."

The somewhat lonely face of the little guy suddenly appeared in his mind. He signed slowly on the roof, saying that he would always bring misfortune to those around him.

What a silly boy.

Wen Liang stared ahead, his gray-blue eyes were full of emotions. If he could take one step faster that day, he could tell He Nian with certainty that there were once two people in this world who were willing to give up their lives for you at all costs. You are a treasure because they are your parents.

"They should have been reunited." Xie Jin took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and he also lit a cigarette to immerse himself in nicotine, so that his brain would calm down a bit.

Wen Liang didn't reply immediately, he was silent for a moment or chose to hide it with a white lie, "Yes, he's home, with his parents."

If Xie Jin was told that the consequence of being sacrificed would be to lose his soul, he would collapse now, Wen Liang touched his nose and cleverly changed the topic.

"I heard that He Nian's family had two dogs before, and they also left together when they escaped from the village. His mother was probably about to be caught up, so the dog took He Nian to run out of the mountain, so the couple It was only by accident that I picked up He Nian, who was 'abandoned' and still unable to cry when he was a baby."

"Dogs?" Xie Jin instantly thought of the two very close dogs when he entered and exited the village this time. "So it's like this. It's them. Did they recognize the smell on my body?"

He couldn't help but sigh, Wen Liang turned his head to look at Xie Jin, saw a faint smile on his face, and asked him what's the matter, Xie Jin just shook his head and extinguished the burnt cigarette.

Patting the floating ash on the trouser legs, Xie Jin followed Wen Liang's example and picked a handful of white wild flowers from the grass, and tied the roots with long-leaf grass to fix them.

He put the bouquet of white flowers on He Nian's chest, and looked at the young man's face that had not changed much because of the antiseptic herbs, the expression on it was peaceful, as if he was asleep.

"Good night, Anian." Xie Jin took out the chocolate wrapped in a plastic bag from his backpack, which he bought at the station convenience store, and originally intended to bring it to He Nian.

Holding up his already softened hands, Xie Jin stuffed a piece of chocolate into He Nian's palm, and closed his palm again for He Nian.

After finishing all this, he slowly pushed the coffin lid, through the gap, He Nian's face was almost hidden in the shadow, Xie Jin said softly, "...I hope you can have a sweet dream this time."

The next day will be the first seven days. There is no cremation custom in Badong Village, and now even the cemetery guards are gone. Xie Jin and Wen Liang can only dig a pit with a shovel in a relatively remote corner.

The coffin had been set up a few days ago, and it was done by Wen Liang on behalf of the confused Zhuo Ketuoda. He paid some villagers to carry the coffin, at least to let He Nian go away in a better way.

There were almost no outsiders in the burial ceremony. Except for the villagers who carried the coffin, only Xie Jin, Wenliang and Zhuo Ketuoda were left.

Wen Liang held the bone flute around his neck and blew a piece of mourning music that was not particularly sad. He watched Zhuo Ketuoda burst into tears before throwing himself down on the mound, and he took a step back, standing behind Xie Jin silently look.

They were about to leave after the burial ceremony was over. Xie Jin worried about Zhuo Ketuoda more than once, and even tried to persuade her to leave with them last night, but the little girl seemed to have made up her mind a long time ago and refused decisively.

She still has to take care of Grandma Yang. Even though Grandma Yang has concealed her identity and too many things, she still stubbornly wants to take care of this grandma who has no blood relationship with her.

Even though Xie Jin had 1 worries, Wen Liang said that everything should be done according to Zhuo Ketuoda's wishes. After all, it was his own business, and it was not good for them to interfere too much.

They came out of the cemetery and walked in the direction of Zhuo Ketuoda's house. Xie Jin and Wen Liang were in front, and Zhuo Ketuoda was walking behind with the blood-stained undeliverable. The three of them had a tacit understanding and did not speak.

When passing the small road leading to the village, Xie Jin stood still, he didn't expect to see Zhao Dong here.

Zhao Dong didn't take anyone behind him, but stood there by himself, with a sinister and vicious look in his eyes that were blocked by aging skin. He didn't speak, and there was a little sarcasm on his face.

"Xie Jin, keep going." Wen Liang didn't seem to notice, and passed in front of the old man in a fluttering manner. The dark blue Taoist robe was fluttered by him, and the sleeves flicked up as if he was slapping someone's face.

"..." Xie Jin couldn't turn a blind eye like Wen Liang, he could only try his best to ignore Zhao Dong's gaze, and turned around to hold Zhuo Ketuoda.

The girl's reaction was much stronger than his, especially after she learned that Zhao's family probably did the killing of He Nian, she almost stared at Zhao Dong.

"What are you doing here?" She pushed Xie Jin away and was about to walk towards Zhao Dong. If her eyes could kill, she would now want Zhao Dong to be hacked into pieces. "Speak, I ask you what you are doing here!"

"Naturally, I'm here to mourn." Zhao Dong smiled, and the skin covered with age spots on his face trembled with the curvature of his mouth, "But it's not you who I found."

Zhao Dong's eyes fell on Wen Liang's back, and he snorted coldly, "Since the matter has been done, shouldn't it be time to fulfill the promise to that person? Where are you going?"

"Zhao Bo! It's me talking to you, it has nothing to do with them!" Zhuo Ketuoda's eyes were red, and she yelled at Zhao Bo, "What qualifications do you have to come here?!"

"Whether the old man is qualified or not, it's not up to you, a yellow-haired girl. The Taoist over there is the one I'm looking for."

Zhao Dong stroked his beard pretendingly, his face suddenly became grim, and he stared at Zhuo Ketuoda like a ghost, "Or do you think your life is too long?"

Xie Jin instinctively protected Zhuo Ketuoda behind him, frowning to stop Zhao Dong who was about to charge forward, his face turned cold.

"Okay, don't you just come to me, I'll go with you." Wen Liang's lazy voice broke the tense atmosphere, he scratched his head and walked over.

When passing by Xie Jin, Xie Jin found that Wen Liang was gesturing reassuringly to himself, "I'll go with him, about an hour, and we'll meet at the south exit of the village."

"What...you can't go!" Xie Jin grabbed Wen Liang's sleeve, and he immediately ran into those gray-blue eyes, which seemed to contain the black sea in the middle of the night, and his emotions were tumbling inside.

Can't see anything, can't guess what's inside.

Xie Jin let go of his hand subconsciously. He watched Wen Liang wave his hand casually towards him. Even though there was no real smile on that standard smile, Wen Liang was still smiling.

"Wait for me at the entrance of the village."

Leaving only four words, Wen Liang swaggered behind Zhao Dong and walked towards the village.