The wound was small, but fatal. The man shook, stopped snoring loudly, and stopped breathing.
Under an artifact like the Red Scale Dagger, Ao Shun's skin and flesh would be severely cut open, let alone a mortal.
The woman hasn't come back yet, and Wang Xiaotai hasn't closed the door.
After looking at the blue sky and white clouds high above, her breathing became calm, and she walked to her neighbor's house and knocked on the door.
After the family came out, she opened the door, letting them clearly see that the man's throat had been slit, and left the place with her feet while the neighbors screamed for someone to catch her.
When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.
She returned to her hometown, the place where everything began, Jinghe, and stability.
This place is completely different from Wang Xiaotai's memory.
The Jinghe River in Wang Xiaotai's memory was filled with corpses for eight hundred miles, rats were in control, desolate, blood soaked the land, and heavy rain fell from the sky, washing away all sins.
But in just three years, this place has become full of vitality and everything is flourishing.
By the time we arrived in Anding County, the sun had already set, the sapphire blue sky was vast, and countless sky lanterns were flickering and flying towards the end of the sky.
Continuous lights swayed on both sides of the street, the scent of various snacks floated in the air, people came and went, and laughter continued.
It turns out that this is the lantern festival.
Wang Xiaotai didn't know why this was a lantern festival, she just felt that it was rare for her to feel happy to see such lively human fireworks.
Wang Xiaomo's shoes were full of mud and her clothes were dusty. She was walking alone on the brightly lit streets, with an unconscious smile on her face, looking at the things sold in the market with interest.
The gadgets peddled by vendors are crude but full of fun
She walked around the streets like a child, liking everything she saw and wanting to buy everything she saw.
Wang Xiaotai buys straw rabbits from the old man who is sitting on a low straw stool selling small animals, buys candied haws from the commoner man holding a straw stand, watches the runny-nosed children fighting crickets on the street corner, and even buys a noose to put on the ground by himself. small gift.
It’s not a pity if you don’t catch any of the twenty traps.
This was not her first time attending a lantern festival. Her father and mother had taken her along before. This was her first time going to a lantern festival by herself, but she was not lonely, but felt happy from the bottom of her heart.
Over the years, she has become accustomed to walking alone.
Not long after, Wang Xiaotai had a bunch of gadgets in her hand, and she felt relaxed and comfortable that she hadn't felt in a long time.
There was a smile on Wang Xiaotai's face. She looked at the three thousand bright lights in front of her with a smile, looking at the prosperity of the world and the happiness of all the people.
All the people walking around were wearing masks. Wang Xiaotai thought that in order to match the atmosphere, she had to wear a mask. She walked to a mask stall with a lot of food and fun things in her hand.
Smiling, he looked up at the various masks sold here.
The hawker buying masks saw a customer who was not short of money. He would definitely buy a more expensive mask after seeing the big and small bags, right?
He immediately introduced it enthusiastically, "Girl, look at the mask? The masks I have here are definitely the most complete ones in the world. Look at this..."
"What's this?"
The little girl turned pale for some reason and pointed at a mask and asked.
The hawker looked at it and slapped his thigh, "How about you have a good eye for it?"
The vendor took off the mask, clasped it on his face, and said with teeth and claws, "This is the most popular red dragon mask now!"
"Girl, you are from out of town, I guess you have also heard that one day a few years ago, an overwhelming red dragon ravaged the Jinghe River and killed many people!"
"Now the government has moved us non-locals over here and said they would give us tax cuts as long as we come here. This was originally a prosperous place, much better than our hometown! How can we not be happy about it!"
"You have also seen how lively and peaceful it is now."
"We are also afraid that the red dragon will cause trouble, so we built a temple here, and we usually give it some offerings to keep it from making trouble. It is called the Red Dragon Temple."
"Well, it's right over there. Just walk along this road and take a look. It's strange. After building the Dragon King Temple, things are going smoothly here!"
"This red dragon can eat people, and it looks fierce. It is the best-selling model today. It is very popular. Girl, if you buy this mask..."
With a 'clang' sound, the thing in Wang Xiaomo's hand fell to the ground.
She seemed to be frozen on the ground and was slapped loudly and loudly, her head was buzzing.
She could no longer hear what the vendor said, so she paid in a daze and didn't want anything on the floor. She took the hot red dragon mask and floated it like a ghost in the direction pointed by the vendor.
The Dragon King Temple stands at the edge of the entire town, with mountains on the left and springs facing it. It faces north and south. It is a carefully selected Feng Shui treasure spot.
But Wang Xiaomo recognized this place at a glance. This was the altar where they worshiped the immortal gods!
This is the place where Dandan was tied up by Wuhua Da, and this is the place where many people and animals were sacrificed to heaven before!
How could such a place become a temple in Qiantang!
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any talented people here on such a lively night, but the street market is bustling with lights, bright lights, and the river stretches all the way to the Dragon King Temple.
It can be seen that people decorate the Dragon King Temple with the greatest enthusiasm. All kinds of lanterns are piled up in front of the Dragon King Temple to form a mountain of lanterns.
Not to mention the brilliant lights, what is even more shocking is the giant dragon picture painted in front of the Dragon King Temple.
Before Wang Xiaotai even got close, it was as if the nightmare of being powerless and being slaughtered was put back again. The lifelike Qiantang came to life on this wall and swam toward her with its head held high.
Qiantang bared his teeth and claws, and opened his mouth wide at Wang Xiaotai as if he wanted to take her in one bite.
Wang Xiaotai looked pale and involuntarily took a few steps back. The red dragon mask she had been holding tightly in her hands fell to the ground and was trampled to pieces by the crowd coming and going behind her.
No one cares.
She looked at the splendid new Dragon King Temple in front of her, and saw the portrait of Qiantang scaling angrily on the wall. She stepped forward and followed the boys and girls coming and going, drifting into this brightly lit temple like a ghost. Dragon King Temple.
The scene in the Dragon King Temple is even more shocking. Bright lights fall on the exquisite murals, which cover the entire wall.
On the left is a picture of praying for rain. It is bright in color, large in size and sparse in layout. It is the main picture in the hall.
In the painting, the red Qiantang giant dragon sits in the middle, surrounded by colorful auspicious clouds. On both sides are gorgeously dressed civil and military officials, maidens and ghost soldiers standing respectfully. Under the palace steps, people are kneeling on the ground, and there are people with faces lying on the sacrificial table. Smiling thin girl.
The ghost-faced priest in white kneels under it, holding a rain prayer in his hand, praying for the rain that nourishes the seedlings from the Dragon King of Qiantang.
On the right is a picture of the Dragon King making rain, painted in the middle of the east wall, corresponding to the picture of praying for rain on the west wall, forming the two main paintings in the hall.
The painting depicts the Dragon King returning to his place after the rain. Heavy rain falls on the world. The people look up with gratitude to receive the Dragon King's gift. Everyone is happy and satisfied. Coral auspicious birds and auspicious clouds are painted in the blank spaces of the entire mural. lingering.
There are also temple blessings in the Dragon King Temple, saying some auspicious words to the people who come to worship.
Flowers will bloom again, and people will never be young again.
There is no need to grow rich, peace and happiness are gods.
The Dragon King blesses.
Some people come here to pray for blessings from the dragon and bless them with good health.
Some people come here to pray to the dragon to bless their marriage and grow old together.
Someone comes here to make a wish. As long as Shenlong realizes his wish, he will definitely give Shenlong a golden body next year.
If he had seen the Dragon King Temple elsewhere, these murals, the endless stream of pilgrims, and the flourishing incense, Wang Xiaotai might have thought to stop and appreciate this rare painting skill.
She might, as before, chat with people who look happy and miserable, and explore their stories and desires.
But now when Wang Xiaotai looked at these things, she felt like a knife was stabbed into her chest.
This kind of pain is different from the pain that kept him awake all night, and the pain that Ao Shun had when he inserted the entire chopstick into his right leg.
This kind of pain was more like being stabbed in the heart by someone with the most hateful force, but that person pulled out the knife, smiled over and over, and cut new wounds on the wound.
Blood dripping and devastation everywhere.
Wang Xiaotai felt powerless and her whole body was on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, she was trampled to pieces just like the red dragon mask on the ground.
