mtlumby2d Chapter 220
Chapter 220
"So many girls died, they just wanted to return to their families?"
Qi Yi saw his mother, but her belly was still bulging with no sign of being broken by the ghost baby. She screamed as she watched the children around her eating their parents with relish.
"My mother..." Qi Yi pointed at Jing Xiaocui over there.
"Oh, her."
The mountain ghost picked up a corpse with its branched front paws, removed the baby hanging on it like picking fruits and vegetables, and then used its nails to scrape off a layer of scalp before slowly swallowing it into its mouth.
"She said you were a good brother and that she wanted to live in your mother's belly. She also didn't appear in your father's dreams, saying that she wanted to live with you forever."
Qi Yi was stunned and asked, "Who?"
The mountain ghost tilted his head and thought for a while. "It has no name. When it died, it was wrapped in straw and buried alive. It was less than an hour old and its resentment is weak. When it first came to me, it always complained that the straw pricked its body and it itched."
Qi Yi supported his weak legs and tried to walk towards Jing Xiaocui: "My mother almost died because of this."
The little girl showed a trace of disgust on her face: "I told you that you are very long-winded."
The long limbs suddenly picked up the boy, and the dense legs moved forward, then picked up Jing Xiaocui who was cowering and trying to crawl to her son's side. The two of them were like trapped insects:
"What do you mean by nearly dying?"
"All the sacrifices that come here are destined to die."
The mountain ghost shook his pigtails and smiled with his bright red mouth: "Daddy and Mommy will eat them raw, and the new and tender babies will be used to make soup with mushrooms and fresh meat."
A hind leg pulled the unconscious Li Mancang from behind a rock, "Brothers like him, raise them and use them as bait for parents who want a son!"
The girl's eyes focused on one thing and turned to Qi Yi.
"People who haven't killed girls really smell better."
There were a few moments when Qi Yi thought that he had lived up to the old saying that good people will be rewarded.
Unfortunately, when he saw the mountain ghost's bright eyes, he suddenly realized that the old sayings were only said by humans, and there was no retribution to be talked about with ghosts.
Everyone who comes is a sacrifice.
No matter whether you are a resentful baby who has come here for refuge, or your parents who deserve the punishment for their crimes.
Qi Yi no longer had any weapons on him, and his iron sickle was still waiting for its owner in the dilapidated woodshed.
The young boy looked in the direction of his mother, only to see her screaming in despair. The baby in her belly sensed something was about to stir. In desperation, Qi Yi bit the limbs that were gripping him madly, but was unable to make even a shallow tooth mark.
The girl licked her teeth and extended her tongue towards the sweet boy.
Qi Yi thought that he should die at this moment.
Maybe he would have died even earlier.
This way he wouldn't have to be torn apart and eaten in front of his mother. He looked at his mother, tears in his eyes, shining in the dark night.
But the mother didn't think so.
Jing Xiaocui had been a coward, poor and clumsy all her life. Suddenly at this moment an inspiration came to her. Looking at the fully formed baby crawling out of her parents' bellies at her feet, she instantly pried open the mountain ghost's long nails and cut open her own belly.
The resentful baby that had not yet taken shape was a ball of gray mist, flowing out of the wound like egg white.
Before the mountain ghost could eat the boy, he suddenly smelled something. He turned around and regretfully used his four or five legs to scoop up the flowing gray mist.
Qi Yi was thrown to the ground with a "bang".
Jing Xiaocui was lifted high up, her whole body tilted in his hands. The mountain ghost stretched out his tongue to catch the dripping spiritual energy, as if he was catching precious spring water.
Jing Xiaocui's face turned grayish white, like a dry stone, and her stiff lips could no longer utter a single word.
Qi Yi engraved this scene firmly in his mind, and looked at the lifeless face in despair.
Turn around and enter the dense forest.
Can't die.
Mother... is gone. In order to save him, he cannot die.
Can't die.
Sister, still waiting.
run.
Keep running.
Even though his body was already covered in blood and wounds, and his legs felt so heavy that they seemed to be rooted to the ground, he did not dare to stop.
My sister hid her money in a tree hole in the back mountain.
Take your sister and go, leave this village, leave this place.
The boy ran until he vomited blood but did not stop. He lost his balance and rolled down from the top of the mountain several times. He got up and continued running.
I don’t know if it was because there were too many sacrifices or if he really ran fast enough, but Qi Yi was not caught up.
He successfully ran back to the back mountain.
But he faced the next pain in his life that would be engraved in his heart forever.
There are wolves in the back mountain.
He knows.
On ordinary days, when there are people active in the village, the wolves never dare to approach.
Today, most people go to worship.
Those who did not go were also scared and took their families away to avoid the limelight.
So here come the wolves.
Qi Yi stood on the highest rock over the top of the mountain, looking at several wolves on the mountainside licking the fur on their paws and taking a rest. All around them was blood scattered on the ground and a small blanket wrapped around his sister.
The leader wolf looked up sharply, the human figure reflected in its green eyes, and a threatening growl came from its mouth.
Qi Yi's heavy breathing finally choked him on blood. He flopped down and sat on the ground, tears flooding his face.
younger sister……
No more.
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Under the wooden window, a flash of sunlight appeared, and the burning wick suddenly went out. Wisps of smoke floated up, and a faint smell of smoke spread in the quiet tea room.
A slender white hand dropped a piece, and two people sat opposite each other, playing chess.
It seemed that Heizi was about to be defeated.
The lights went out, and the guest holding the black pieces on the opposite side lost his temper first, put the porcelain chess pot in his hand on the table, and reminded:
"The wick is out."
The master nodded, and finished the last word, his clothes falling to the corner of the table, his voice as smooth as jade:
"——Excuse me."