Walking into the room, he pulled Qu Wanqiu, who was cooking in front of the stove, over, "Uncle, I still don't think this is right, we have to take Yonghua to find that Yan Kewang." ” Qu Wanqiu motioned for him to lower his voice, followed him out of the door, and said to Yonghua, who was sitting on the bed in a daze, "Help me watch the pot, don't let the soup roll out."
Yonghua heard his father say this, Mu Mu walked down from the bed, stood in front of the stove, and stirred the soup for a while.
"Uncle, look at Yonghua now, where does he look like a normal person, don't be moved."
As soon as he arrived outside the door, Qu Zhong said anxiously.
"The master said, his soul has not fully awakened, don't worry, wait a few days to see."
"But" Qu Wanqiu and Qu Chong hurriedly ran towards the house, and found that Yonghua's clothes were burned by the flames coming out of the stove, and he was running around the house in fright, trying to shake off the fire that stuck to him.
But the more he ran, the higher the fire burned, and soon it covered his whole body, enveloping him in flames.
Qu Wanqiu was so frightened that he lost his soul, so he just chased his son around the house, but fortunately Qu Chong was sober, hugged the quilt, and covered Yonghua who was running towards him, and pressed a thick quilt on his body. was desperately struggling by the people below, but Qu Chong didn't dare to let go, and said to himself, "Don't move, Yonghua, don't move, the flames will be extinguished in a while." ” However, the screams under the quilt grew louder and louder, and the screams penetrated the house and summoned all the neighbors next to them.
Qu Chong was also frightened by this voice, he gradually let go, got up from the quilt, and stood aside in horror.
"Whew."
Several flames came out of the quilt, and in an instant, the entire quilt was burned into a fire dragon.
"Water, water."
I don't know who shouted, but the onlookers woke up, and buckets of water were poured on the quilt, and the flames were finally extinguished.
The room was filled with black smoke and the smell of burnt, Qu Wanqiu threw himself next to the quilt and lifted it open, but he was stunned in place in the exclamation of others, and he couldn't even breathe for breath: Yonghua's lower body had been completely burned off, leaving only a piece of black and wrinkled skin hanging on his waist, and his upper body was saved, but his body was not flesh and blood, but stuffed with straw, some of which were still scorched, and the sparks were dotted, and black smoke was emitting outward.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, "Yonghua" stretched out his arm and said twice, and finally, his body went limp, and his head slammed into the ground, no longer making any movement.
"Dolls, dolls, mothers, there is a big puppet here."
A child standing next to him pointed at "Yonghua" and laughed.
His laughter was like a knife cutting Qu Wanqiu's heart, he threw away the charred half of the quilt in his hand, and rushed out of the door like crazy.
Turning seven corners and crossing five bridges, he counted in his heart, his steps getting faster and faster, Qu Chong and some kind neighbors followed him, but found that he really had a young and strong body, and he couldn't even run an old man.
Finally arrived at Yan Kewang's thatched house, but what was waiting for them was that people were empty, Yan Kewang had long since disappeared, he walked neatly, leaving only a few pieces of tattered furniture scattered in the house.
"Uncle, don't worry, even if I search for the whole territory of the Great Song Dynasty, I will also find out this old pig and dog, and I will not let him run away in vain."
Qu Zhong followed behind and said hatefully.
Qu Wanqiu suddenly walked out of the house as if he hadn't heard what he said, rummaging back and forth around, looking for it, and finally, he found a soft dirt floor behind the house, where the soil was wet, as if it had been newly turned out.
He grabbed a shovel next to him and smashed it down on the ground, with a swift and fast movement.
"Poof."
The shovel smashed into something, Qu Wanqiu knelt down, grabbed his hands in the dirt, as if he had touched something, his whole person suddenly froze, and slowly took out something from below.
It was an arm, a skinned arm to be exact, and although it was covered in dirt, it could still see bulging muscles and green tendons embedded in it.
Qu Wanqiu raised his head and howled: "He skinned my son, he skinned Yonghua." ” On this day, before the morning fog dissipated, two people passed through the city gate and came to Yunzhou City, one of them was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, his body was thin, his hands and legs were long, his face was not a few taels of flesh, and his chin was pointed like a monkey.
The other sat on a donkey led by the young man, wrapped from head to toe in a white shirt, revealing only a pair of eyes, and even then, he seemed not satisfied, and put a huge hat on his head, completely covering both eyes.
The two walked on the long street, came to a breakfast shop, stopped, and the young man bought two buns, carefully held them in the palm of his hand, and blew the hot air on them.
He took a bite of the bun and smashed his mouth hard, "It's really fragrant, the shopkeeper, what kind of stuffing is this bun, oily and watery, fragrant but not greasy, and the entrance is unforgettable."
The man on the donkey coughed, the young man scratched his ears, and turned to the topic, "Shopkeeper, may I ask if Yan Kewang lives on this street, it is the old man Yan who lost his wife and daughter." ” The shopkeeper pointed forward, "Three forks in the road, and then a turn to the left," he muttered, "It's strange how people have been looking for him lately, and they are all strangers." ” The young man and the man in white on the donkey's back looked at each other, and walked slowly forward with the reins, and the two walked three forks in the road to the entrance of an alley, as the shopkeeper had said.
The young man tied the donkey to his side, stretched out his hand to help the man in white down, and the two walked into the alley, and stood in front of a dilapidated wooden door in the innermost part.
"Is this it?"
The boy asked.
The man in white nodded, and the young man reached out and knocked on the door, "Hey, it's dawn, and business is coming, why don't you open the door yet?"
” After a long time, a long yawn sounded from inside the door, and then, as soon as the door bolt rang, the wooden door opened, Yan Kewang's face poked out from inside, he yawned again, and his breath was so smoky that the young man almost turned his back on it, and then, he gently rubbed his eyes, and asked the two casually: "Say, what kind of skin do you want?"
” "We don't want skin."
"Don't want skin?
The two of them came from all over the world, thinking that they had already inquired about what kind of business Yan Kewang was doing, don't be skinny, what are you doing here?
” The boy grinned, "We're here to sell you something." ”