Before the boy had time to retract his head, Xiaolan rushed in front of him, pressed his mouth with precision, and muffled the cry that was enough to attract the attention of the whole village.
She lowered her head and saw that under the door was the boy's own bed. The boy put a small table on the bed and climbed up on the table. The table was shaking on the bed and was about to collapse.
Xiaolan tried to drag the struggling boy to the roof, but was dissuaded by the boy's chubby figure. The boy's feet had already left the table and were hanging in the air, fluttering vigorously. With a bang, the boy's feet kicked him. At the corner of the table, the small table clattered off the bed.
The boy's eyes widened. He wanted to push Xiaolan away, but he also grabbed her sleeves helplessly, struggling and sliding down.
The height is not too high, so there should be no problem.
Xiaolan also squeezed to the door, looked at the position, and jumped out with the chubby boy in her arms.
In that brief third of a second, a sound like a butchering pig came out of the boy's throat. Xiaolan forcibly pressed the silence button. Soon, the two of them fell on the small bed, and the boy heard the sound on the back of his head. There was a "crack" sound at the position, followed by a cushioning feeling of hitting a hard object.
"Well..." The woman in black in front of her frowned and snorted softly.
Something on the back of the head moved away, and the boy saw it was the woman's other hand.
She put her hands behind her head.
The boy squinted his eyes and saw that under the back of his head was the mahogany bedside. He must have hit the bedside just now.
"You..." the woman withdrew her hand, shook it, and stared at herself with a fierce expression, "You are not allowed to yell, do you hear me?"
Xiaolan clearly felt the pain in her fingers. Oh my God, is this a fracture? Is it a broken bone? It hurt so much... The other hand had to cover the boy's mouth. Fortunately, the boy was lying on the bed obediently and looking at him in horror. He must have been frightened by his own momentum.
After listening to Xiaolan's words, the boy nodded quickly.
"Then I let go of my hand?" Xiaolan was sweating in pain, "If you dare to shout, I will... I will take care of you."
Although this sentence was not a deterrent, the boy nodded.
Xiaolan slowly moved his right hand away hesitantly.
The boy straightened up and nimbly controlled his round body, curling up into a ball beside the bed and looking even rounder.
Xiaolan looked at her left hand. When it fell, the back of the boy's head almost hit the head of the bed. Although Xiaolan didn't understand brain science, she vaguely understood that it was the most fragile part of the human brain.
Of course, when she reached out and hugged the back of the boy's head, she didn't think much of it.
The ring finger and little finger of her left hand were swollen. Xiaolan wanted to touch those two fingers to see if there was any feeling. The moment she touched them, Xiaolan's pain mask vividly emerged, and she knew the answer. .
The boy curled up beside the bed and observed the woman in black who was suffering alone, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Confusion, curiosity, and a little bit of fear.
"You...you're a ghost," he said, his voice not much louder than the buzz of a mosquito.
Xiaolan's movements suddenly stopped.
It’s over, this kid also knows Huolian.
"I'm not a ghost," Xiaolan continued to observe her fingers without looking at him, "I'm a human being."
The boy was silent for a while.
"I know."
This time it was Xiaolan's turn to feel frightened.
Why is this kid so calm? What happened to the children in this village?
"As long as you know." Xiaolan replied briefly.
"Well...my house..." The boy raised his arms tremblingly and pointed to the bedroom door, "I have medicine at my house."
this……
Xiaolan raised her eyes and looked at the boy dubiously.
"Don't you want medicine?" The boy looked into Xiaolan's eyes and asked.
The sweat on Xiaolan's forehead dripped onto her collar. She swallowed and asked, "Where is the medicine?"
"I'll get it for you."
"I'll take it myself..." Xiaolan was just about to get up, looking at the boy's innocent appearance, thinking about it, and then sat back, "Then... please help me get it, thank you."
The boy ran out of the bedroom happily, and after a while, he ran back with his bare feet, holding a wooden medicine box in his hand.
He put the open medicine box next to Xiaolan, then sat back down, holding his chin and looking at Xiaolan.
The two of them sat quietly at opposite ends of the single bed, and the atmosphere was strange.
Xiaolan rummaged through the medicine box.
Although this was not the first time he had broken a bone, this was the first time he had to deal with a fractured wound.
What to use? Iodine? Or... what is this? I have to use gauze...but it hurts to wrap it up.
Seeing Xiaolan picking and choosing, the boy couldn't hold it back and spoke again, "It should be disinfected first."
"I know," Xiaolan said dissatisfied, "Aren't I making a choice?"
"But the one in your hand..."
Xiaolan felt that her credibility had been slighted.
"Just stay still," Xiaolan waved the unknown medicine bottle in her hand, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Afraid," the boy shrank, "My mother said you are a ghost."
Xiaolan curled her lips, put the medicine bottle back with disdain, and chose another bottle.
"They all say you are a bad person," the boy continued, "but Ermao and I think you are not."
Hearing Er Mao's name, Xiao Lan's head buzzed.
"You gave us candies before," the boy buried his face between his curled up knees, only showing his eyes. "Er Mao forgot, but Er Mao's memory is not good. We were both children at that time. .”
Now you are a child too.
Xiaolan put down her hand and looked at the boy seriously.
"You think I won't hurt you, right?"
The boy hesitated for a moment, "You just put your hand under my head, that's the hand."
The boy pointed at Xiaolan's broken left hand.
Xiaolan felt an inexplicable tenderness, but Er Mao's body appeared in front of her immediately.
"Do you know where Ermao went?" the boy asked softly.
A bitter taste arose in her chest. Xiaolan struggled to swallow it, feeling that her mouth was also bitter.
"I have no idea."
"Then he must have gone into the mountains to play," the boy said. "Er Mao knows how to hide and seek. You can never find him, not even me."
Xiaolan stopped talking. She moved her gaze back to the medicine box, but her attention had already drifted to the place behind the ancestral hall where the truth was hidden.
"Can I ask you a question?" The boy sat up straighter.
What to ask?
Was the prophet killed by himself?
Am I a witch who can curse?
How did you escape?
Seeing that Xiaolan didn't refuse, the boy cleared his throat, as if he was worried that Xiaolan wouldn't understand, and spoke one word at a time.
"Prophet, can you really live forever?"
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