Chapter 8 Chapter 8 A scream came from next door,...

Bai Tianming was woken up by a scream from next door, so he went to check and found that the door was closed, so the danger did not come from outside.

Bai Tianming knocked on the door, and the heavy breathing inside suddenly paused, as if the person inside finally realized that there was someone else outside the house.

There was a trembling sound from inside, as if Mo Rusheng had bumped into the bed, then bumped into the stool outside the bed, staggering all the way before stopping at the door.

But he didn't open the door. He stood at the door for a long time, dragged a chair and sat at the door, but still didn't open the door. He just sat there staring at the door, as if he could see flowers on it.

Bai Tianming waited for a while, but he didn't open the door. Not knowing what was wrong with him, he knocked on the door twice and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Mo Rusheng answered subconsciously.

"I heard you scream," Bai Tianming said after a pause, "Are you really okay?"

"It's okay." Mo Rusheng answered very fluently and quickly.

This time the sound was steadier than last time.

It sounds like everything is fine. What's his name?

"So," Bai Tianming asked hesitantly, "did you have a nightmare?"

"Yes," Mo Rusheng couldn't help but think of his dream when he asked. He shuddered and said with a frown, "I don't remember it very well." In fact, he still remembers it very clearly now.

However, he didn't dare to say it, for fear that he would be killed if he said it. Although he might not be killed, he was afraid, so it was better not to say it. What's more, what's the point of saying it?

"Okay." Bai Tianming nodded: "Then I'll go first."

"I understand." Mo Rusheng raised his voice a little, still through the door, carefully and vigilantly, like a young bird in a nest on a branch, and answered.

Bai Tianming walked away.

Mo Rusheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and almost fell off the stool and fell to the ground. He quickly held on to the stool and bent over to get back on the bed.

He lay in bed, feeling dizzy and every bone in his body screaming. It took a while for the awful feeling of being erected to disappear.

Only at this time did he have the mind to slowly think about his previous dream.

He didn't know if it was because he had a bad memory or he was really too scared, so he didn't want to remember anything at all. When he opened his eyes, he felt that the dream was so clear that it seemed like it had just happened in front of him. Now after a while, when he recalled it, he felt that the dream had become blurred, like the walls of an ancient city that had experienced thousands of years of yellow sand and wind. Even the bricks and stones on the wall had been worn down by time to have similar marks, making it impossible for him to tell the difference between one brick and another.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall the dream more carefully. Some particularly impressive things suddenly popped up in his mind, like bubbles in water, which would not disappear no matter how he tried to deal with them. Instead, they became more and more numerous, brighter and more eye-catching.

He recalled the uneven stones, the rough soil, the wind filled with the strong smell of blood, the mountains of corpses, and the imperceptible sounds of animals moving in the dark.

The bright moonlight like milk falling from the sky, the Bai Tianming from the demon race in the moonlight that people dare not look directly at, and the last one, the big demon who calls himself Sada.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the name Sada had a well-known meaning among demons, namely: leading the entire demon race, having the final say, the undisputed demon king, and the first servant of the demon lord.

The latter is more famous than the former, but many people say that the Demon Lord does not exist at all, and the so-called servants are just some people who want to humiliate the Demon King, or a means for the Demon King to improve his status.

As for the former, the reason why it is not as famous as the latter is that there are almost no opinions among the demons, and the outside world knows very little about it, so there is no way to talk about it.

Mo Rusheng didn't think he had remembered the meaning of the name incorrectly, but just in case, he still felt he needed to confirm it.

He remembered that when he came here, he saw a room full of books. If he could enter that room, perhaps he could find the answers he wanted to know in those books.

But he didn't dare to go out now because he was worried that if he opened the door and saw Bai Tianming's face, he would think of the Bai Tianming in his dream, which would be too scary.

Therefore, Mo Rusheng walked back and forth in the room, hesitating and thinking, and before he knew it, he started to feel hungry.

He smelled an extremely sweet fragrance floating in from the crack of the door. He almost lost his mind and walked towards the door, opened it and left the room.

At the same time, Bai Tianming was dealing with the pit in the yard that Mo Rusheng had created when he fell. The bird in the pit was still rotting there, motionless. The wind blew its feathers away, making it look even more messy. The smell of blood was much lighter than at the beginning.

Bai Tianming reached out and took a bite. The bird's blood tasted a bit like mustard. If you didn't know what mustard tasted like, you would mistake it for the smell of motorcycle gasoline.

It tastes terrible.

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief, cut the body into pieces, dug a hole with a shovel, buried the pieces of the body in it, covered it with soil, patted it with a shovel, and then walked around on it to make sure that the loose soil was compacted a bit so that the body underneath would not come out easily. Even if there were insects, they would not crawl out for a while, so he walked away.

Bai Tianming walked to the utility room, took out the backpack, counted everything in the utility room, took the water bottle, shovel, fertilizer and tweezers, changed into a pair of shoes suitable for walking in mud, and went out slowly.

He walked to a flat ground not far from the yard. The soil was particularly fertile and stretched as far as the eye could see. The wind blew through it, and just standing here made people feel relaxed.

He had already cleared a piece of flat land. There were no weeds or fallen leaves, only fluffy, moist soil. The seeds he planted grew green buds and flowers.

The seeds were planted a long time ago, so it's not surprising that they sprouted, but it's a bit surprising that they bloomed.

Because the seeds were collected randomly, although he hoped that flowers would grow when he collected them, he did not identify them carefully. Before planting them, he did not know whether flowers could grow. So, he was lucky that he could grow flowers.

He was watering and fertilizing while weeding. Then he saw some insects wriggling on the grass leaves. They took a few bites and picked them away with tweezers.

Because he was really worried that after he picked up the bugs, they would crawl back and secretly eat his flowers while he was away, so he picked up the bugs and threw them into his pocket, tied the pocket tightly, and threw it into his backpack.

When he returned, he would wash and fry them, and make fertilizer for the flowers.

When he straightened up, some time had passed and the sun had come out. The strong sun made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes, but he had to admit that under such strong sun, the green grass leaves looked more beautiful than before.

He likes them.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and he heard something making a sound. Following the sound, he saw a small white-pink bud that was gradually blooming.

The small flower was not even as big as a fist, but it opened little by little, petals one by one, as if tiny firecrackers were exploding. With a bang, the flower was fully open.

The tender yellow stamens, white-pink petals, and lush green leaves sway slightly in the field when the wind blows, like a tear under the eyelashes of a beauty, shining like a diamond, so beautiful.

Bai Tianming tentatively moved closer and sniffed the flower. The fragrance was sweet, like the scent of rose.

He reached out and touched the petals again. They were softer and more delicate than the finest silk, and slightly cool in the sun, like a thin piece of ice in the scorching summer sun.

Bai Tianming pulled a petal and put it in his mouth. After chewing it twice, he was completely sure that this thing had the same taste as rose. It tasted exactly like rose, delicious, sweet and fragrant.

Bai Tianming was tasting the petals of the flower he had picked when he suddenly heard some new sounds not far away. He thought that another flower was blooming, so he looked up.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and he noticed something flying past his legs. He looked down and found a dog's tail passing by him.

Bai Tianming narrowed his eyes and confirmed that an uninvited guest had arrived. He immediately started looking for him and found the trace of the guest who rushed in without saying hello. He stepped on him.

With a howl, a dog appeared in front of him. Bai Tianming stepped on its tail, and the dog twisted its body and tried to bite his shoes to pull its tail out from under his feet.

But the dog seemed too small, and its teeth had not grown fully yet. Therefore, no matter how hard it tried, it could not bite through the shoe. It looked pitiful, and kept making whimpering sounds in its throat. Unfortunately, after trying for a long time, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it returned with no results. It was so tired that it was out of breath and lay there, finally stopping moving.

Seeing that the dog seemed to have given up resisting, Bai Tianming slowly moved his shoes away. The dog whimpered and tried to run away, dragging its dirty tail behind it. However, it seemed to be in too much pain and ran with a limp, and its speed was not at all as fast as when it first appeared.

If it was like a gust of wind back then, now it looks at most like a snail, or a super-large snail without a shell, that is, without mucus on its body. Otherwise, it might be more like a slug.

Bai Tianming stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed the back of the dog's neck. The dog whimpered in resistance and was lifted up.