The moon was hidden behind the clouds, and only a hazy light came through, and very little fell on the ground. But the stars were very bright, and they fell on the ground in large swaths. That was enough for her—enough for a monster. She could see the road in front of her clearly, but she didn't know where to go. On such a vast grassland, there are roads everywhere, or there are no roads everywhere.
She ran for so long that she lost track of time. The sky is always dark and the moon never comes out, as if time is frozen. She was the only living thing in the stagnant space. From a distance, she looks like an ant, crawling slowly on the plain. But God knows how fast she ran, she was just too small.
Too small.
Different scenery appeared in front of her. She didn't know what it was before she got closer, but her legs still didn't stop. Obviously, it was an abandoned village. It has not been baptized by artillery fire, and there are no ruins. It is still complete, but you can still tell the difference between it and a "living" village at a glance. You don't even need to use the demon's sense of smell to judge whether there are traces of living people inside. Any ordinary person can get the answer by looking at these wildly growing plants and buildings covered with thick dust.
Xue Miyin broke into this village like this. At the same time, her pace slowed down a lot. The moment she came to a complete stop, she fell to the ground and hit a stone with her hand. But she didn't try to push herself up, she was exhausted, and the exhaustion came suddenly the moment she stopped. A strong soreness spread from his legs to his limbs. Her whole body was controlled by this abnormality, just like an ordinary human being. But really speaking, ordinary human beings would have died on the road long ago.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally recovered and could barely stand up. This superior body reminds her all the time that she herself is obviously completely different from the human period.
At a certain point in time, she also became "two people".
However, her arms were tightly wrapped around the shamisen from beginning to end, surrounding some kind of proof that she had been born as a human being.
She stood up stiffly and wandered around the abandoned village. The small wounds on her body healed without her noticing, but more slowly than before. Maybe she was too tired, or maybe her mind was not here. There was no living person in the village, and not a single body. In such a silent and chaotic world, it is not uncommon for villages to end up like this. They all meet the end of extinction, at most in different forms.
There were no bodies, so they might have been disposed of centrally. Looking at the bright side, the villagers chose to leave while they were still alive. These are not important questions. Natural disasters and man-made disasters are possible, not to mention the ten evils are rampant. Any evil angel can easily squeeze out a village or even a city in his own way. There are parts worth utilizing, but such a small village cannot afford even the simplest carnival.
The evil messenger of Qiyu knows what to do - if there are still people alive in this village.
But she was so tired that she didn't even have the energy to exploit others. Her soul and body were exhausted, but she still held on and walked aimlessly in the abandoned village. She walked into a random house. There is no particular reason for choosing this place, except that it happens to be open to the public.
There is a brazier in the house, which seems so normal in this slightly cold season. But she knew that this must have been left last year, the year before last, or earlier. The firewood was very dry, perhaps this place was not considered humid in the first place. The wood was also covered with a thick layer of dust. Miyin freed up a hand and passed it over the brazier, igniting a scorching flame.
The dust was swallowed up by tongues of fire in an instant, making an imperceptible sizzling sound, and the whole room became bright and warm. Two balls of flame were burning in her eyes, but there was no warmth, and they still looked so cold. They were not reflected in her eyes, but in an equally distant place. Her eyes were like mirrors, making the distance farther and farther away.
Miyin sat down on the dusty ground. She didn't care, her clothes were already very dirty anyway, and there were a lot of dust on her face. She hugged the shamisen and said nothing. Not long after, she took out the amber fragment in her pocket. It was installed so casually, and it didn't fall out due to her bump.
It is such a thin piece, the thickest part near the center is about one centimeter. It is about the size of a pick on a piano string, but the thickness is not so uniform. She pinched it and tried to pluck it on the strings. The dry and harsh sound coming from the shamisen made her feel too unfamiliar. It's really strange. The harp is a familiar harp, and the strings are familiar strings, but the sound it makes shouldn't sound like it has never been heard before. There was also a feeling of dryness in her heart.
There was a soft touch next to him.
Miyin was slightly surprised and turned around to see a group of furry guys. She opened her eyes wide, feeling "unbelievable" and "reasonable". This picture is really unreal, she has obviously not seen it for a long time. A feeling of great nostalgia overcame the previous sadness like a spring rain. Miyin reached out his hand and wanted to touch Amiao's head.
It didn't shy away.
Her hands froze in mid-air.
After a stalemate like this for a while, Miyin took his hand back. But the kitten's ears were slightly pulled back as before, as if it was waiting for her to put her hands on it, just like every other time. Her expectations were in vain, and its ears slowly stood up again, which made her feel a little guilty.
It is such a clean and soft life.
Not a speck of dust can touch it.
"Won't you touch it and see?"
Xue Miyin was stunned for a moment when he heard a clear voice. She subconsciously looked around, confirming that she was the only living thing in the house, and even in the entire village. As for Amiao, it can only be said to be a living dead thing.
"you……"
Miyin is really not sure. The voice was clear and clear, it was the voice of a standard little boy, and it was definitely not a figment of his own imagination. She was a little stunned and was stunned for a long time. For a long time, she didn't dare to reply to the voice that appeared out of thin air. Is it because of Amber?
She understood.
It's so useful...this thing. Xue Miyin tightened her grip on the fragment of amber in her hand, the jagged edges pricking her skin painfully. But compared to other things, this feeling can be completely ignored. Those magical weapons - those magical weapons that make people flock to them even if they don't even risk their lives, those magical weapons that make people distort their mood and even ignore their old feelings, are indeed so easy to use.
Only now did she realize that this was the real way to use them.
Even though she felt like there was a knife twisting in her heart and a fire burning in her heart.
"Thank you."
The voice said again.
"Why?" When she asked back, there was something suddenly blocked in her throat. After those three words, no sound came out. She stretched out her hands and kept grabbing at her throat, as if trying to push out the blockage. It wasn't until her fragile skin began to flush and heat that she could barely speak the next words.
"Why...say that? You helped me a lot, but I didn't do anything for you...and I abandoned you." She repeated, "I abandoned you."
After saying that, the unknown thing filled his throat again.
"Miyin did not abandon me."
There was almost no tone in the voice, and no emotion could be heard. It seems more like a conclusion is laid out there and cannot be doubted. So Miyin broke through the choking and said loudly and with a bumpy tone:
"That's just, it's just what you think! But everyone looks like... No, I just did it! I just did, did this kind of thing! Could it be that - I still can't admit it now!"
Don’t I have the courage to admit it by now?
She almost yelled before she could push the words that were on the verge of breaking out of her voice. Every corner of them scraped the throat to bleed.
"Does Miyin think she has abandoned me?"
Xue Miyin was speechless. She stared at the ball of fur with bright eyes, not knowing how to answer. She only knew that its eyes looked so round and dark, and the spread black pupils did not reflect the firelight, making people feel extremely quiet.
"……I have no idea."
She really doesn't know. She shouldn't shirk responsibility, she just looks like she cares about the opinions of those around her. She has long forgotten other people's gossip, so what does she care about now? Or is she thinking about a standard, a threshold that can truly define whether she is "good" or not to Amiao? And who should define this threshold and regulate it?
victim? Or the perpetrator?
Then it can only be "what everyone sees"?
Xue Miyin had no way to answer this question, and therefore, could not explain his bad behavior. She shouldn't have to explain. In this situation, any explanation would be just a sophistry to get away from guilt, a weak argument.
"Then there is no more."
"But--"
But it doesn’t matter what you say. Mi Yin wanted to say this. But then again, Amiao doesn’t have the final say, so who has the final say? To put it bluntly, it's fine if it doesn't think so. But doesn’t it feel that it really “does not exist”?
"You have worked very hard. Thank you," Amiao said silently in the open flame, "Thank you for everything you have done for me."
Miyin suddenly felt an impulse.
She wanted to howl.
She hadn't cried in a long time. When you were treated unfairly at your host's home, when you lost your childhood sweetheart, when your beloved calico cat was captured and skinned by bad guys, when you were caught by an old friend and forced to let go and fall from a height, you made a decision without hesitation. When she became a monster...at those important points, no matter how she collapsed, she would never fall into crying.
But now her nose was sore and her throat was choked. She couldn't say a word. It was as if her throat and eyes were connected, and as long as she spoke a word, tears would burst out.
"There's no need to say anything, Miyin."
Kittens hear everything.
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