Chapter 4545 Using A Niang's handkerchief to wipe tears

Wu Ciyan and Wen Lanzhi were trapped on the ground, while Murong and Lu Yun were trapped in the sky.

The two fought with the mythical beasts for quite a while. Lu Yun noticed that Murong was exhausted, so he built a barrier to keep the mythical beasts out.

She chopped two pieces of wood to make a bench and collected some rainwater to make tea. "Rongrong, sit down. I can't say this barrier will last for eight or ten years, but it should last an hour. Take a break."

"Yeah, okay." Murong and Lu Yun were distant relatives. She didn't have much affection for this noisy relative, but her relative had a lot of affection for her. Her relative had a lion and knew that Murong could do some handicrafts, so she often came to Murong to ask for embroidery skills and sew clothes, shoes, and a small hat for the lion.

Every Chinese New Year, Lu Yun’s lion is the most interesting show.

Seeing that Murong was still a little reserved, she suddenly smiled.

Murong was puzzled. The next second, Lu Yun suddenly lost her balance and almost fell down.

Murong hurried to help her, and Lu Yun knocked her head with a smile.

Murong laughed and said, "Aunt lied to me again."

Lu Yun said, "I've lied to you so many times, yet you're still alienated from me."

A piece of golden paper appeared in the air.

Murong was stunned.

Lu Yun took it and said, "Hmm? It's from General Qin Feng."

Murong breathed a sigh of relief, but Lu Yun's expression froze, "Wu Ciyan showed up?"

She stood up hurriedly, glanced at the nervous Murong beside her, and suddenly relaxed as she sat down. "Oh, don't be afraid, Auntie is here."

"But," she continued to make tea, "I definitely can't make it now. There's no rush, so forget it."

Murong breathed a sigh of relief again. She had breathed a sigh of relief a lot every day.

There's nothing I can do. I feel guilty.

She opened her mouth tentatively and said, "Aunt, I have a question."

"Hmm?" Lu Yun looked up at her and smiled, "Just tell me if you have something to say."

Murong pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Before, Wu Ciyan came to Heaven to make trouble. I heard him say that the people in the demon world were being oppressed. I was shocked and had this suspicion in my heart. So I went to... the demon world and took a look around."

Lu Yun paused while holding the fan. "Don't trust the criminals' words."

Murong pinched her fingers and said, "What he said is true. Because of the control of the heaven, the people in the demon world are suffering terribly. They are poor and destitute, and are invaded by ghosts and monsters. They can't die a good death, and even after death, they can't rest in peace. They have lived like this for many, many years. Aunt, I..."

"I know what you're going to say." Lu Yun had a good temper, and it was rare for her to have a hint of anger in her tone. "Rongrong, you're still young. You've never seen monsters eat people. The monster world you saw was after it was suppressed by the heavens. You didn't see them eat people in the past..."

"I've seen it!" Murong couldn't help raising her voice, then slowed down. "...Monsters eat humans, but the demon world also has laws that forbid eating humans and disturbing the lives of mortals. It's true that some high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen disobey the rules and secretly try new things. But I think that the small number of people can't represent all monsters. What's more, the common people in the demon world are poor and can never leave the demon world in their lifetime. They have no chance to go to the mortal world at all. They may not see a mortal once in a hundred or a thousand years, so how can they have the chance to eat human flesh?"

Lu Yun frowned: "Just because there are so few people, are we just going to ignore them?"

Murong said hurriedly, "Of course we should care, but we should care about the evil demons that eat human flesh, not those who oppress the innocent people in the demon world."

Lu Yun said, "Rongrong, you're too kind. If you don't keep them under control, they'll find loopholes and you'll never be able to control them."

Murong looked puzzled. "But there are some bad gods in the divine realm too. Should we imprison all of them? Just because one or two gods are unclean, does that mean all of them are unclean?"

Lu Yun said, "The immortals are kind at heart. Only the purest and most kind can be ranked among the immortals. However, monsters are born evil. It's hard to cleanse what's in their bones."

"this……"

Lu Yun interrupted her again, "You're young and don't understand, but you should understand our position. We are immortals, and we need to be responsible for the people. Instead of trying to find other ways to slowly control them, it's better to catch them all in one fell swoop. Look, isn't it great now? There are no more monsters eating people."

Murong looked at the steam rising from the teapot and said, "No, the gods need to take care of all living beings in the world, not just mortals. Mortals are the people, and monsters are also the people. We can't kill one of them all for the sake of peace."

Lu Yun said, "We didn't kill them all. We just didn't allow them to leave. They can still live and work peacefully in their own territory."

Murong was about to retort, but Lu Yun interrupted her again and poured her a cup of tea. "Rongrong, I like you, I'm willing to teach you, and I'm willing to listen to you. But you're from the celestial realm, and you know what the celestial realm is most taboo about right now. You should know your limits and not go out and talk nonsense."

Murong wanted to say something, but finally stopped.

Lu Yun looked at her and nodded with satisfaction. "I also made some plum blossom pastries. I'll treat you to some when it's quiet outside."

When will there be peace outside?

Murong rubbed her fingers. What would it be like if one day peace came?

Wu Ciyan looked at the child in front of him, tilted his head, and explained, "He's my old friend."

Wen Lanzhi suspected that there was something wrong with her ears: "Such a young friend?"

Wu Ciyan nodded, his eyes fixed on the knife on the boy's chest. "A childhood friend. When I was five or six, my parents bought me something interesting, and I would take it out to play with everyone. He would chase after me, shouting, 'I want it too!' 'I want it too!'"

He walked forward, touched the little boy's head, and spoke like a sigh: "A long, long time ago, I left home and that place very early. I went to a place where neither the demon messengers nor the gods in the sky could find me."

He looked at the little boy's smile and smiled too: "He was this big when I left. I didn't know that he had always been this big after I left."

"I want it too, I want it too." He kept repeating this sentence.

Wu Ciyan did not respond.

Wen Lanzhi handed Wu Ciyan a piece of paper.

It's the blank envelope.

The little boy held up his head and looked at the two people.

Wu Ciyan took it and folded it meticulously, and it turned out to be another butterfly skeleton.

He pinched the butterfly's wings, and the little boy stretched out his hand. The butterfly's wings fluttered and flew around him twice.

The butterfly didn't land on him, but flew around the house.

The sounds of fighting and screaming rang out in the house.

The knife cut through the flesh, the water tank fell to the ground, and the sound of clothes rubbing against each other on the ground was like falling from a great height, or like a corpse being thrown from below.

He heard someone say, "Please, let the child go."

"Please, don't kill the child."

"Please, let my child go."

"beg--"

The pleading for mercy stopped abruptly, and a cracking sound was heard, as if a water tank was broken when it fell.

"Yuanyuan, just lie down here quietly and don't make any noise... don't make any noise..."

"Don't make a sound, don't make a sound... Yuanyuan, don't make a sound..." It was the little boy's voice.

But his mother fell in front of him, and his father fell beside him. How could he remain silent? How could he remain expressionless?

The nerve-wracking sound lasted as long as the butterfly flew.

Wen Lanzhi reacted, "Is it... a massacre?"

The little boy got off the bed and chased the butterfly. The butterfly had already run behind the two of them. He walked around them and shouted "Sister" and "Sister".

Wen Lanzhi turned her head and heard the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air. Before she could react, she fell into a warm embrace.

The sharp blade flew over and pierced through the wall.

She slowly opened her eyes in Wu Ciyan's arms. A group of people were already standing behind her.

The little boy rushed over and threw himself into his sister's arms.

Wen Lanzhi noticed that Wu Ciyan's expression was full of uncontrollable pain.

The two sides looked at each other in silent confrontation.

Wu Ciyan broke the silence and said, "I'm sorry."

"Is sorry any use?" my sister shouted.

She frowned fiercely, and if her eyes were not empty, they would definitely be wide open with anger.

She gritted her teeth, almost unable to utter a word due to the agony. "It's because of you that we were massacred! It's because of you! My mother was burned alive... Why! Why did your father say that word back then? Why! Why couldn't your mother give in? Why did you run away? Why?"

He lowered his eyes, he didn't know.

He didn't know what his father said wrongly. His mother said that he couldn't go back. If he went back, he would harm everyone. He couldn't let the gods know that there were still people alive in their family. He couldn't let anyone know where they lived.

He left, thinking that his relatives and friends in his hometown would not be affected.

He thought that if he left, his friends would still be able to stay where they were and live and work in peace.

"Why is it because of him?" Wen Lanzhi stepped forward. "To avoid being implicated by the gods, the government has massacred the city and killed people more than once. This isn't a problem for monsters, nor is it a problem for us ordinary people. We have no say, and we can't... protect anyone."

Her sister turned around, stared at her, and said, "If your family also died tragically, I hope you can say the same thing."

She felt a sharp blow to the chest, the dull pain lingering for a long time. She trembled and said, "My mother, my brothers and sisters, and I were all beaten back to our original forms by a Taoist priest from the mortal world. His magical powers were sealed, and my mother took us and fled everywhere in the form of ordinary rabbits. In the end, my mother was caught... and thrown into a frying pan."

She swallowed the pain in her throat, as if she had swallowed a large needle. "But I know, I'm not to blame the mortals, nor the monster who killed my mother. It's... the gods, it's the gods! It's their indulgence of mortals that makes everyone in the world think we are weak and can be bullied! If it weren't for them instilling in mortals the idea that monsters are unforgivable every day, my mother wouldn't have died without justice! We wouldn't be stranded in the wilderness, without even a place to stay..."

"If it weren't for them, you wouldn't die, and we wouldn't be... homeless." Wen Lanzhi lacked confidence when she said the last sentence.

Compared to the men, women, and children standing here, they are just homeless...

This matter, which was a huge matter to them, now seemed insignificant.

"Sister, sister..." A little girl emerged from the crowd. She tilted her round face upwards, blinked her grape-sized eyes, and pout her mouth, as if she was about to cry.

She held the blood-stained handkerchief in her arms and said, "Sister, don't cry."

She stood on tiptoe and raised her handkerchief. "Use A'niang's handkerchief to wipe your tears. Use A'niang's handkerchief to wipe your tears."

Wen Lanzhi took it and hugged her.

Wu Ciyan suddenly remembered something, looked at the crowd in front of him, and asked, "Where is my mother?"