"...Some people are born to be little people, and they will be like this all their lives. They deserve to be invisible, and they dare not speak out or complain. Are they living a useless life? Hahahaha... This is fate. It’s life!”
"Shut up! Move on! Move on!"
Yang Zhen roared angrily at the voice in his mind that did not belong to him. This voice belonged to "Shengdou'er" himself. It was particularly sharp in this silent night, and it seemed that he wanted to use a voice to turn the dark night. Roaring can open a small gap.
The mixed sounds made by the unknown things all around, which were already murmuring and vague, were all quiet for a few seconds under this roar, and then they started to grow louder, brighter, and louder again. Mixed voices began their serenade again.
Even though there were flowers and trees all around, it became difficult to breathe.
"What? Are you scared?"
Yang Zhen's eyes, which he dared not close at all, were suddenly illuminated by a strong light and could not open them.
"Hey, you are so useless! I thought you would always be so arrogant! After all, you are still a 'little person'. Where is your energy to protect your younger brother? Aren't you good at training horses? Don't you also want to train the little palace maid? Really? Didn’t you even dare to give it to the right master of Hua Yuan to the Zheng people? Oh! By the way, the Zheng people didn’t reward you, not even a piece of cloth or a speck of meat foam, you are just a horse driver, haha ! You feel embarrassed, don’t you? Haha..."
The sense of light weakened, and Yang Zhen opened his eyes and stared at the man "floating" in mid-air with a streak of light all over his body.
"Tie you!"
"It's me. We meet again. With me here, are you less scared?"
Yang Zhen recognized the straw hat, the outline of the green robe, the gesture of throwing soybeans into the mouth, and the alto male voice.
"Dumu, do you know how you will show up?"
"What did you say? Why is the sound so strange?"
The single tree floated closer, and a ray of borrowed moonlight reflected from the drawn sword hit Yang Zhen's face, making him laugh.
"Don't worry, you don't have to cover your nose! I didn't eat much today, hahahaha..."
The sound he made while pinching his nose was just weird. Yang Zhen looked nervous and alert, obviously he had learned a lesson badly last time.
"Are you weird, how could I appear in such a place where no one can shit?"
The light flashed out, and the sword turned its direction. It was sheathed with a "chi" sound from the single tree.
"Wow! You Mokingo! You have such big eyes!"
Yang Zhen didn't expect that Dumu would come close to his face. The straw hat covered one eye, and the other eye suddenly came close to him, as if it was about to touch it, which startled him.
"Haha! I just want to see your expression, it's so funny!"
Dumu's figure was floating up and down to the left and right of Yang Zhen, suddenly and erratically, as if there was not just one him, but countless clones appearing randomly around him.
"They all bet that you can't be saved, but I know that you can still be saved, so I'm here!"
The single-wood straw hat was put on the head again. On the lowered brim, a dozen soybeans purely for fun were flying up and down, like a roulette chain, and a "zero" was placed above it. "The shape comes, the bean chain is moving, but the hand shape cannot be seen.
"Betting? How can someone be so bored that I come to gamble? I don't know what the bet is?"
Yang Zhen has long been freed from fear and officially communicates with Du Mu.
"It's something you have on you."
Yang Zhen patted his chest and said with a wry smile: "What is worthy of me? Please worry about me. Even I don't know."
"You do! You know what makes you different from others since you were a child, haha!"
The single-plank aerial bean chain suddenly changed its shape, a shape that made Yang Zhen feel embarrassed when he saw it.
"It's so boring! If you have any treasures, you can take care of them yourself. Come and get them!"
Yang Zhen lifted up his lower garment and hung it to dry for Du Mu to see.
"Haha! I like you like this! You're so open-minded! You're a real man!"
Dumu's bean chains suddenly spread out from the air and fell straight down. They were gathered together by his straw hat and fell into one hand.
"Here! Eat some! I know you are hungry. You have been walking on the mountain road for a day, and these beans are no better than ordinary soybeans! If you eat one, you will gain a little more energy. If you keep eating this handful, you will not eat for ten days. You will never be hungry again. Come, my little friend!”
Yang Zhen put down his shirt, hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take it.
He was indeed starving, and he swallowed the whole handful of soybeans as if they were Chinese medicine pills before he even had time to chew them.
"How are you? Are you not cold anymore? Are you not hungry anymore?"
Yang Zhen felt a warmth welling up in his belly, quickly spreading to his back. His stomach, which had been growling just now, no longer writhed crazily, and even the cells that wanted to cry no longer felt like it. No matter how wet it is, I don’t feel like crying anymore.
"Thank you!"
"Don't be in a hurry to say thank you! After a while, you won't be able to sit still anymore, just don't scold me."
"Can't you sit still?——Oops!"
Yang Zhen suddenly thought of the side effects of eating too much soybeans.
"Haha, you are quite smart! Next, you have to do something for me in return for saving you. How about it?"
Dumu's big eye suddenly flashed in front of him again.
"Yes! Please speak!"
"Promise me that in the days to come, no matter how many difficulties you go through, you will never give up your life. Your life can only be ended by me, how about it?"
Yang Zhen thought this request was very strange, and responded: "How many bean seeds can you give me, is it worth my life? My life is not up to me, but to you, and you are my guest? Or, even though I am not talented, I am also worthy of my life." If you don’t actively seek death, why do you have such a desire?”
"You will know in the future. You must know that you are still young and there is still a long way to go. Those roads, every one of them, are hundreds of times and thousands of times more difficult than what you encountered today. If you don't Promise me, I think you won't be able to survive the day when you can defeat them all. And this is the bet for the few of us - a bet on how long you can live and how you will die."
When he mentioned the words "method of death", Dumu's tone suddenly dropped very low, from a nice alto to a bass. Although it was low, it was very clear. The two words were struck one by one on the Yangtze. In his heart, he couldn't help but shiver all over, and the warmth caused by eating the magical soybeans just now was swept away.
"Don't be afraid! In fact, it's not 'death' - or to put it another way, how to completely get rid of your current identity. Don't you dislike yourself very much, being thrown around by people all the time, and you don't feel normal?"
Dumu seemed to know that he had scared Yang Zhen, so he quickly added an explanation.
"What's so difficult about this? I promise you!"
