Chapter 295: Tired of Life (2)

Xiaochun and Guiyansheng left the village.

The village can't go back, it's an unfamiliar town ahead. Xiaochun dragged Gui Yansheng to find a place to live in the small town. He had a handsome hand in wood work, supplying the carpenter's shop at a lower price than others, and barely making a living.

Xiaochun found an embroidery workshop to help people embroider handkerchiefs and earn a little money.

Xiaochun always said to Gui Xiansheng, "Thank you for saving me."

She is the eldest sister in the family and has two younger brothers. The mother is cowardly, and the father drinks heavily all day long, and always beats her and her mother when he is drunk. If Guiyansheng didn't stand up that night, Xiaochun's end would be to assume the name of misbehavior, and to guide others for the rest of his life. If it was better, the peasant was willing to marry her.

She escaped with Guiyansheng, and she also got rid of the life that she could see at a glance like a mother. Naturally, a mortal who is in the company of the demons can no longer return to the mortal.

Xiaochun is always very cautious, she is worried that the identity of Guixiansheng will be seen by others, and every night, she will re-tie a clean cloth for him. She often stared at the eyes of ghosts, without the slightest fear, and smiled: "Your eyes are so beautiful, they are the color of the sun."

His eyes fell on the face of the girl in front of him, and he moved his lips: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Why should you be afraid? Only the royal family can use gold. Your eyes are golden, so your identity is also very precious?" The girl's brows showed pure innocence: "Maybe someday, someone will come to you. , said that you are of the royal blood of the people." Xiaochun giggled: "Jieshi, don't forget me, a friend who shares weal and woe."

He looked at the smiling man in front of him, looked away, but the corners of his mouth were quietly raised.

Peaceful days always pass quickly.

In the few years in the small town, he was more reticent than in the past, he stopped caring about other people's affairs, and concentrated on doing the wooden work assigned in the shop. Xiaochun is also getting more and more beautiful day by day. At her age, it is time for an ordinary woman to get married. A wealthy businessman came with a generous gift and euphemistically expressed that he wanted to take Xiaochun as his concubine, but Xiaochun politely declined. There is also an old widower who has evil intentions. Seeing his beautiful appearance, he is malicious.

Trouble is mounting.

A pair of teenage girls who have no power and power, and are too beautiful, always have many difficulties to survive in the complicated world.

One day, there were monsters wounding people in the town, and two monks with swords came from afar and killed the monsters that wounded people everywhere. The monk was resting in the craftsman's shop. When Xiaochun was serving tea, he heard the two monks chatting.

"There was such a big commotion, I thought it was a demon, but I didn't expect it was just a monster."

"Fortunately, it's just a monster. If it's a demon, I'm afraid you and I can't deal with it."

Xiaochun was curious and asked the cultivator: "The two immortals, what is the devil?"

Seeing that she was born innocent and beautiful, the cultivator smiled and replied: "Mosha is a very powerful demon, with different pupil or hair color. If we encounter Mosha, we may not be able to fight together. You little girl. , it's best not to encounter it."

The sound of their words fell in the ears of Gui Yansheng, who was chopping wood next door. He was startled, and the hand holding the axe gradually tightened.

That night, Xiaochun replaced the cloth on his face, and said softly, "I'm tired of life, you heard the words of the two immortals today. Are you. Are you?"

Gui Yansheng was silent for a while, then slowly shook his head: "I don't know."

In all the years since he was born, except for a pair of eyes, he has not felt any difference between himself and mortals. The two monks were right next to him and didn't notice his identity. He didn't know if he was a demon.

"Tired of life," Xiaochun looked at him, hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "Have you ever thought about finding your father?"

The ghost was startled.

Father, for him, is a word too far away. Jiang Yiru didn't say his father's name until she died, and she never mentioned it during the years she was alive. Gui Yansheng always thought that, perhaps as the villagers said, his father was a villain who abandoned his wife and children, and his life had nothing to do with this person.

But now, someone told him that maybe his father was not a mortal, maybe his mother refused to tell his father's name at the time, but there was actually another secret?

"We've been living here for a long time. The shopkeeper of the silver shop has been very frequent recently, and the old widower who always came to you before. When I was buying rice in the town a few days ago, I met the original one who was in our Aunt Wang in the village, I don't know if she saw me." Xiaochun's voice became smaller and smaller, she raised her head, and although she tried her best to hide it, she revealed a trace of panic in her eyes.

They have no money, no power, no family, and some just depend on each other. I wanted to live quietly in this world, but my fate was mean, and it always brought troubles to my door again and again.

If he became a demon, would he not have to be chased and chased like a lost dog, would he not have to live in silence and trembling in the small town every day? His golden eyes are no longer a symbol of heterogeneity, and he can walk on the road with integrity, as bright as the sun.

Xiaochun is still saying: "If you don't want to."

He interrupted Xiaochun: "I don't want to."

Xiaochun was stunned for a moment, looking at him without speaking.

"Let's go." Gui Yansheng said slowly: "Let's go to the devil world."

Xiaochun was clever, and soon found out where the Demon Realm was from the monk's mouth. The two of them simply packed up their baggage and set off on the road with a little entanglement. Along the way, there are naturally all kinds of dangers and difficulties, one by one.

The hardest time, it was pouring rain, they were on the mountain, and there was only a tattered paper umbrella. The paper umbrella can't cover the two of them. You push the umbrella toward me, and I let the umbrella over to you. After going back and forth, both of them are soaked.

Xiaochun curled up, looked at the umbrella and sighed: "I'm tired of life, when you go to the Demon Race, if it develops, let's change to a bigger umbrella." She racked her brains to imagine the most gorgeous umbrella in her mind. She looked longingly and said, "It's best to have beautiful paintings on it, all kinds, and they must be beautiful."

Gui Yansheng did not speak, and after a long time, he whispered: "Okay."

The rain gradually stopped, and they went back on their way.

Day after day, night after night, after an unknown amount of time, a huge black river appeared in front of the two of them. The river is as vast as the sea, and the huge waves come from a distance, and the end cannot be seen at a glance. The waves were cold and turbulent, overlapping and rudely cutting off the land and the front.

"Styx River." Gui Yansheng stood still and looked at the big river in front of him.

"Styx River" Hairpin Xing murmured.

Tell everyone a ghost story, this month will not end _(:_"∠)_