"Master, it's late at night, don't be tired of yourself, go home early and rest."
Jing Yunlai's personal old slave whispered on the side.
Jing Yunlai wrapped the big cloud, "I'm also tired, I've seen a lot of excitement, but it's not interesting."
He stood up with the support of the old slave, completely oblivious to the shadowy figures behind him, who were watching his every move in the dark.
"Folks, you have a good time, Jing is not in good spirits, so I will leave first.
You don't have to worry about the grain, I have already sent someone to Shanxi to buy grain, and it will probably be transported to the town in a few days.
He shouted to the crowd immersed in singing and laughing.
The crowd fell silent, and suddenly I don't know who took the lead and shouted: "Jing Da is a good man with a compassionate heart, but he is really a living Bodhisattva."
Then a shout of "Jing Da Good Man" came from the crowd, one after another, endlessly.
Jing Yunlai smiled and bowed his head at the crowd frequently, but he didn't know why, he was full of ambition but suddenly had a sense of desolation, was this the result he wanted?
Worshiped by thousands of people, he squandered his life wantonly, no longer had to suffer from hunger, and he didn't have to worry about being chased and killed by his father with a stick.
No, there seems to be something missing in this consummation, what is it?
He couldn't remember if the thing had slipped out of his life so long ago that he didn't feel a bit of grief even when facing his unconscious daughter.
A gust of wind blew, fascinating Jing Yunlai's eyes, he rubbed his eyelids, but in a blur he saw a strange thing, which was squatting on the branch of the old tree in front of him, shaking up and down.
He was as tall as a child of three or four years old, but he had a head larger than an adult, and his head was inlaid with two huge eyes, red like a flame in a tile kiln.
It seemed to notice that someone had noticed it, so it turned its head and stared intently at the old man in fine clothes under the tree, and let out a series of "giggles" from its mouth.
The laughter was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the enthusiasm of the people, and everyone looked up at the branches, but when they saw the appearance of the thing, they turned the panic that filled their bodies into screams, and fled in all directions.
"My lord, wasn't it killed?
How did it appear again?
Shi Jin looked at Cheng Muyou with a confused expression.
"There are countless bones piled up in that pit, and it must have not dispersed, so it has come back to life."
Cheng Muyou said to himself, drew his sword and walked in the direction of the monster.
He stopped halfway through, because there was a strange scene in front of him, the monster was not disturbed by the frightened crowd, but still squatted motionless on the branch, looking at Jing Yunlai below with great interest, and Jing Yunlai also looked at it stupidly, with a strange expression like a dream on his face.
"Xiao Qu'er......"
A few words came out of the monster's mouth vaguely, Cheng Muyou was taken aback, Xiao Qu'er?
Do these three words refer to Jing Yunlai?
"Hey......"
An old response confirmed the question in his heart, and Jing Yunlai trembled and stretched out his hand from the big cloud, and leaned towards the monster in the tree, as if trying to hold its little black hand into the palm of his hand.
"Master, master," the old slave beside Jing Yunlai was so frightened that he couldn't speak, he couldn't care about this old man who he had served for decades anymore, he sat on the ground and crawled towards the crowd.
The monster was startled by the old slave's actions, and it suddenly let out a strange scream, and its blood-red mouth suddenly grinned at the root of its ears, and it jumped up on the branches of the old slave and jumped on top of the old slave, and its mouth closed and closed, swallowing his head whole.
Blood splashed Jing Yunlai's face, he looked at the body that had no head but was still curled up on the ground and crawling forward, his body shook heavily, and suddenly came back to his senses, turned around and ran desperately in the direction of Cheng Muyou.
But after running two steps, he was pulled back by a force, and when he turned around, he saw that the black shadow was dragging the big man floating behind him, and a burst of "giggle" laughter broke out from his mouth.
Jing Yunlai hurriedly untied the strap in front of his throat, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't open it, and instead tied the strap into a dead knot.
The force behind him tightened suddenly, and he was pulled to the ground, and his lower back seemed to be broken, and he let out a groan of pain.
"Little Qu'er ......"
The black shadow appeared above the eyes, Jing Yunlai saw a lot of people from that weird head, many people, they had played with him in the field, catching frogs, fighting crickets, by the way, his favorite thing is to fish by the spring lake, the fish in the spring lake is so fat, it takes several people to work together to pull it up, and the sister is always cheering them up while laughing happily, the two pigtails go up and down, like flying flowers and butterflies.
"Xiaoqu'er, you're finally with us."
A fishy wind blew, and the monster pressed its head down fiercely at Jing Yunlai's Adam's apple, and when it raised its head again, only a blood-stained deerskin was left on the ground, and the big wind was blown towards the crowd by a sudden gust of wind, and rattled in the air like a flag.
"Cannibalism, Jing Dashan has been eaten."
There was a scream of surprise from the crowd, and panic crawled down everyone's spine to the top, and everyone ran desperately, but they didn't know where to run.
Cheng Muyou and Shi Jin Shi Fei ran towards the monster as they cleared the crowd, and it was now crouching on the ground, swallowing the residue in its mouth into its stomach.
"Mom, Mommy......"
A child who was scattered by the crowd ran towards Cheng Muyou crying, with tears on her face, and her pursed mouth twitched aggrievedly.
"Don't move."
Cheng Muyou yelled at her, because he saw that the monster raised its head, slowly turned in the direction of the little girl, its neck leaned forward slightly, and made a posture of preparing to attack, its throat emitted a long series of "grunt" sounds, and its palm ran towards the direction of the little girl.
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Another gust of wind blew, this one stronger than the one before, and there was a low roar in it.
The wind swept against the tile kiln, and the flames in the kiln suddenly jumped more than ten feet high, and there was a great tendency to fly out of the sky, illuminating the entire sky red.
"Be careful."
Cheng Muyou also flew towards the child, but was hit back by a current of air and fell to the ground fiercely.