The new moon is like a hook.
There are mass graves on the northern edge of Jin State, and a few old birds keep wailing.
A boy of 13 or 14 years old wandered around the graves in a daze, looking for food that others would use as offerings.
He was too hungry and too weak.
"Ahem..."
He coughed twice feebly, but it seemed that he had used up all the strength in his body, making him dizzy.
At the same time, a mouthful of bloody phlegm flew out of his mouth.
"Does it look like I'm going to die too?"
Just as he was thinking wildly, his eyes lit up in the dark night.
After searching for most of the night, I finally found two steamed buns used as tribute in a broken bowl in front of a new grave.
These steamed buns were cold and stiff, and stained with a lot of dust, but to him at this time, they were more precious than gold.
He kowtowed three times in front of the grave. As if it was not enough, he kowtowed three more times.
After doing all this, he picked up the two stiff steamed buns from the broken bowl and started to gnaw them.
I don't know how long these two steamed buns have been placed here. After only two or three bites, I felt that my throat was blocked by the steamed buns, and I couldn't swallow them or spit them out.
Just as he was beating his chest hard, trying to swallow what was in his mouth, the lid of a naked coffin next to him made a "snap" sound and was lifted open by a huge force.
Then, a person in the coffin sat up.
The man's face was pale, without a trace of blood. His two gray hands rested on the edge of the coffin, staring at the young man intently.
"Huh? Aren't you afraid of me?" The weirdo in the coffin asked the young man in front of him curiously. Because in his imagination, the boy either ran away in panic, or screamed in fear and collapsed on the ground.
Gudu!
He finally swallowed the mouthful of steamed buns in the young man's mouth.
"Not afraid."
The young man shook his head.
"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"
"Afraid!"
"Then why aren't you afraid of me?"
"You are not a ghost, you have a shadow."
The weirdo looked down at the shadow illuminated by the crescent moon in the night sky, and then carefully looked at the young man in front of him.
"I didn't expect you to be so courageous at such a young age, but also so careful. What's your name?"
"Stinky stone."
"Smelly stone? What a bad name. It makes me lose my appetite. Let's do this, I will pick one for you. Your name is Chen Fan, do you remember it?"
"remember."
The boy was very happy. He finally had a real name at this moment. People in the village usually call him Stinky Stone, but he actually doesn't like this name.
"I ask you again, what is your name?"
"Chen Fan."
The weirdo smiled with satisfaction.
"Are you hungry?"
The weirdo looked at the hard and cold steamed bun in Chen Fan's hand and asked.
Chen Fan nodded: "It's a bit dry and not very edible."
The weird man said "Oh" and pointed his finger towards the broken bowl that originally contained the two steamed buns. The broken bowl flew up out of thin air and landed in the weird man's hand.
Chen Fan watched in surprise as the weirdo made two gestures in the air with his fingers, and water began to appear in the bowl.
"Here you go. Eat."
Chen Fan took the bowl handed over by the weirdo, but instead of eating it in a hurry, he asked curiously: "Are you a god?"
The weirdo grinned, his mouth full of fangs: "For you mere mortals, that's right."
Chen Fan nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and started eating.
After a while, he had eaten all the two steamed buns and drank the bowl of water.
"Ahem!"
Chen Fan coughed loudly, and bloody phlegm flew out of his mouth and fell to the ground.
The weirdo frowned and asked, "Are you sick?"
Chen Fan fell into memories.
One night a month ago, he was in his courtyard when he saw a blaze of fire falling on the open space not far outside the village, and a deafening explosion.
Driven by curiosity, he and others in the village went to find the location of the explosion.
As a result, in a deep pit with black smoke, not only did he find nothing, but he also burned his hand on a broken stone.
He became ill the day after returning home.
At first, everyone thought that Chen Fan's illness was just an ordinary cold, so they didn't pay too much attention to it.
As a result, more and more people became sick, and eventually it turned into a plague.
Many people have died in the village, but Chen Fan, who was the first to get sick, has not died yet.
The people in the village thought that he was responsible for spreading the plague, so they drove him out of the village and lived here.
Chen Fan sighed and nodded again. My heart is filled with desolation.
In his current situation, even if he eats a full meal, he will die of illness sooner or later.
It just so happens that this is a mass grave. It is better to die here than to have your corpse exposed in the wilderness.
Chen Fan was so preoccupied that he didn't notice that the weirdo's brows were deeply furrowed.
"Do you still want to eat?" "
"enough."
Chen Fan shook his head.
He was already sick and didn't have much appetite. When I thought that I would die soon, I lost the desire to eat anymore.
The weirdo grinned, his mouth full of fangs: "I thought I could have a good meal, but I didn't expect to meet a sick man."
Chen Fan didn't understand what the weirdo meant, but he heard the weirdo continue to say to him: "Do you want to no longer have to suffer from hunger in the future? You won't get sick again, and you won't have to be like now. Looking for food in this wilderness?"
"think!"
Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out without even thinking.
The weirdo said that even he could only dream about it.
This weirdo is a god. Naturally, there are many ways to make Chen Fan no longer suffer in this world.
Chen Fan even began to fantasize about whether the weirdo would accept him as his disciple and become a god.
If that were the case, I'm afraid I would never go hungry or suffer from illness again in this life.
Hearing Chen Fan agree so quickly, the weirdo just grinned, showing his fangs. It seemed that Chen Fan's answer had been expected by him.
"In this case, I will promise you. Who made us destined?"
The weirdo grinned again, his mouth full of fangs. Chen Fan saw the fangs in the strange man's mouth, but he felt the hairs on his back stand on end, and an unwarranted chill rushed from his tailbone to the back of his head.
For a moment, he felt that something was wrong.
But it's too late. Because the weirdo had already rushed towards him and bit Chen Fan's neck.
Severe pain came from his neck.
He wanted to struggle, but he felt a strange force restraining him, preventing him from making any movement.
Chen Fan felt something warm gushing out from his neck.
He recalled hearing rumors from surrounding villagers during the day that there was a bat monster here that specialized in sucking human blood, but he didn't expect that he would actually encounter it.
Chen Fan only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, his perception became increasingly unclear, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
"ah……"
He heard a scream.
His blurred consciousness made it impossible for him to tell whether the scream really came from him.
"Who else could it be if it wasn't me?" Chen Fan thought in his mind.
Then he lost consciousness.
…
In the early morning, the rooster in the distance had just crowed, and the sky began to turn white.
Chen Fan felt that his body was cold and damp, and he woke up with a start.
The first time he touched his neck.
Not a single wound.
I just don’t know why, but my head hurts a little.
"Are you dreaming?" he murmured to himself.
He stood up and saw a man lying not far from him.
This man's head was covered by weeds, and Chen Fan could only see the clothes he was wearing.
This suit of clothing is very gorgeous, with many patterns embroidered with gold thread, and various jewelry hanging on the patterns.
On his waist, there is something similar to a sachet and a jade plaque.
Seeing this outfit, Chen Fan only felt that it looked familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
"Wake up."
As Chen Fan spoke, he wanted to pick up the dead branch under his feet and poke the man.
But when he bent down, he saw a face half covered by weeds.
"ah!"
Chen Fan was so frightened that he sat on the ground. He saw that the face was very pale, and the corners of its mouth were bent at an incredible angle, making it look extremely terrifying.
With just one glance, he remembered that this person was the weirdo he saw last night.
No wonder he felt that this outfit was familiar to him. It was the same outfit that the weirdo was wearing last night.
"It turns out it wasn't a dream!"
Chen Fan reacted. Before his fear faded, a strange memory emerged from the depths of his mind.
These strange memories do not belong to him, but come from another person.
That person was the strange man Chen Fan met last night, the man lying on the ground now.
The man lying on the ground was named Feng Yao, and he was originally a disciple of the Bu Shen Sect. Because he went crazy while practicing, he became a monster that sucked human blood once a month.
And last night, when Feng Yao was sucking his blood, a lot of black sticky stuff inexplicably flowed out of his body. These things quickly covered Feng Yao's body like mercury.
Then part of the black sticky substance turned into a black thorn and pierced Feng Yao's head.
vomit!
Chen Fan felt sick. This was his first time killing someone. Although he didn't do it intentionally, he was killed by him after all, and in such a weird way.
The nauseating feeling didn't last long. Chen Fan was relieved again.
Although Feng Yao gave himself food and gave himself a name, in the end he wanted to eat him, so it was natural for him to kill him.
Chen Fan took another look at Feng Yao lying on the ground, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.
Without thinking much, he took off the clothes Feng Yao was wearing.
He first took off the sachet from Feng Yao's waist, stepped forward and took a sniff. He felt a faint fragrance coming out of the sachet, which relieved his headache a lot.
Pin the sachet to your waist and pick up the jade plaque.
In Chen Fan's eyes, the jade plaque was no different from a stone. He just thought it was very beautiful, so he put it away casually.
All that was left were the clothes on Feng Yao's body.
Feng Yao's clothes were very gorgeous, and even Chen Fan, a person who had never seen the world, could tell that this set of clothes was worth a lot of money.
Chen Fan was going to find a pawn shop closest to this place and pawn these clothes.
Use the money in exchange to return to the village and treat the people in the village.
He had no father or mother since he was a child, and he only relied on the care of people in the village to grow up to this size.
Although the people in the village drove him out, he didn't have any hatred for those people, and even felt a little guilty.
Because even he believed that he had brought the plague to the village.
Driving him out after so many people died in the village was an act of kindness and justice.
anyway. After all, they had raised him together for so many years, and this kindness must be repaid.
Chen Fan originally thought that the process of removing Feng Yao's clothes would be very difficult, but in fact it was unexpectedly easy.
He found that his illness was cured. Not only am I feeling better, I feel extremely energetic and have inexhaustible energy at this moment.
After doing all this, Chen Fan randomly pulled out some weeds, mixed some dead wood branches and soil, and buried Feng Yao's body, and then ran towards the nearest pawn shop he knew.
