The setting sun was like blood, illuminating the sunset on the horizon. Under the setting sun, the tea mountain stood silently in the crisscrossing light and shadow. Even the tranquil Dragon Lake was illuminated by the twilight.
There were still bloodstains on the ground, and a lone grave had been added to the lakeside. Everything seemed to have been cleaned up. What was left was to endure the wind, frost, rain, and snow of the years to come. When the darkness silently fell, there was no longer a trace of anyone on the tea mountain. Only a figure in the distance was walking further and further away, slowly walking into the darkness.
When he saw the village at the foot of the mountain again, it was already after nightfall. The strange and mournful wind blew on the tea mountain again, echoing like the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves at the foot of the mountain.
The night was like water, and the darkness was like the tide. Hidden at the foot of the tea mountain, it made the grass hut seem especially lonely.
Lu Chen walked down the mountain path. Apart from the bloodstains on his body, his expression had completely returned to normal. Those strange black flames had disappeared at some point, and it looked as if they had never appeared on his body in the first place. Not a single trace of them remained.
He walked out of the hut and glanced at the village at the foot of the mountain before he entered. In the darkness of the night, the village was quiet. There was no light at all. It was as if the village had fallen into a deep sleep in this deep night.
Lu Chen stood at the door of the grass hut, and reached out to push the door. The wooden door creaked open, and the cold wind seemed to swirl behind him, whistling as it blew past.
He took half a step into the hut, and his body paused at the threshold. In the darkness, the familiar grass hut was as usual.
Everything was in its original place, and everything had the familiar smell. Even the bed in the shadows of the hut looked the same as when he had left it in the morning.
Lu Chen stood quietly for a moment, and then he raised his gaze to glance above his head.
Silence reigned.
Not even a speck of dust floated down, much less withered grass.
In the darkness, Lu Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.
… …
"Woo … …"
A mournful gust of cold wind blew past, like the wail of a ghost, with a bone-chilling chill, even though it was a summer night.
Standing at the door, Lu Chen seemed to suddenly think of something. He stretched sleepily, shook his neck, and then looked back at the village at the foot of the mountain. He calmly retracted his foot that had just crossed the threshold. Then, he rubbed his stomach as if he was in a hurry to use the toilet. He looked around and then walked into the dark forest at the side.
The darkness of the night rose and fell like the tide, filling the surroundings of the grass hut at the foot of the mountain. The forest was gloomy, as if it was coldly watching Lu Chen's lonely figure.
The hazy atmosphere spread with the darkness, drifting around the grass hut like a ripple. It was like a ripple of ripples. It flowed silently from all around, gathering towards the grass hut.
Lu Chen walked to the edge of the forest and even opened his mouth to yawn. He was completely unaware that the darkness behind him, as thick as ink, was gradually approaching.
In the wind, there seemed to be a slight whistling sound, mixed in the night.
Suddenly, the darkness suddenly flourished, like a calm river suddenly setting off a huge wave. The waves were turbulent, and the imposing manner was ferocious, with a hint of wildness and madness. And almost at the same time, even the moment before the darkness suddenly rose, Lu Chen, who was originally standing calmly at the edge of the forest with a hint of laziness, suddenly turned his body and directly pounced into the forest.
In an instant, a burst of angry curses suddenly rang out. In the originally quiet and empty night, more than a dozen blurry shadows suddenly appeared, pouncing over from all directions.
The snow-white light pierced through the deep darkness and refracted a chilling sharpness. It pierced through the void and slashed towards Lu Chen's figure. However, in that moment of danger, Lu Chen had already rushed into the forest one step ahead of it.
Immediately, there was a burst of angry shouts in the forest, and the shadows swayed again. It turned out that there were actually shadows in the forest, but obviously not as many as outside. Or perhaps it was because they did not expect someone to rush in here, and were not well prepared, so there was some chaos in the forest.
The shadows of knives and swords rose one after another, and the sound of the wind was mournful. Very soon, there was a muffled groan, and in the dark corner of the shadow, blood suddenly appeared.
Outside the forest, the shadowy figures didn't hesitate and all rushed into the forest, bringing with them a murderous aura that was as strong as a mountain. Even the forest seemed to be tainted with the smell of blood.
The mountain wind blew, and the forest shook violently, like a small boat shivering in the raging sea, but nothing could be seen inside.
…
At night in Qingshuitang Village, it was mostly quiet and dark. But on this night, the village seemed to be especially quiet and dark.
The only light was in the small pub in the village.
There was a candle on the table, a pot of wine, and a cup. The young childe was drinking by himself.
He poured a cup, took a sip, and shook his head. He smiled warmly and said to the side of his feet, "This wine is not good."
The small pub was very quiet. Other than this young and gentle man, only Old Ma was still here. He was still dressed the same as in the day. Because it was too hot, his upper body was bare, and he only wore a pair of large underpants. But at this moment, he seemed to be in extreme pain and disheveled. His hands and feet were tightly tied by thick ropes, and he was thrown on the ground like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, just beside the young childe.
The sentence that the young childe said just now was directed at Old Ma.
At this moment, Old Ma did not look good. His face was bigger than usual because of the swelling. There were bruises everywhere, as if he had been beaten up badly. The corner of his mouth was cracked and bleeding. But compared to his body, these were not worth mentioning.
On Old Ma's white and plump body, there were no less than seven to eight large wounds that were about an inch deep and a foot long. They crisscrossed on his chest and abdomen, including his back, which was badly mutilated. It was difficult to find an intact piece of skin on his body.
Below him, blood had gathered into a pool, and it seemed to be slowly seeping into the ground.
At this moment, Old Ma seemed to be dying. He laid on the cold ground weakly. Other than his chest that was still moving up and down, only his eyes were barely open. He looked like he could die at any time.
After hearing that sentence, Old Ma's dazed eyes flickered. He lifted his head and actually smiled, although the muscles on his face were twitching when he smiled.
He said, "This is the countryside, I can't help it."
The young childe smiled warmly and looked at Old Ma with a hint of admiration in his eyes. He said, "So, have you thought about it?"
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