bowstring knife
The snow had been falling for several days and there seemed to be no sign of it stopping.
Yan Chan walked in the snow, one step deep and one step shallow. The snow creaked under her feet, leaving a long trail of footprints.
She went on a long journey today and she planned to hunt a fox.
She tightly grasped the bow and arrow in her hand, which she had begged Uncle Chen for a few days ago.
Recalling Uncle Chen's reluctant expression, Yan Chan couldn't help rolling her eyes and crying.
Of course, it was Gongjian who was crying, not her.
The snow seemed to be getting heavier, and large flakes of snow were blowing towards her face, hitting her red, frozen little face mercilessly.
Yan Chan wiped his face, but the roughness of the thick gloves had no killing effect on his frozen face.
Her luck has always been good, especially today.
Yan Chan held his breath and slowed down his movements. With a "whoosh", the arrow missed the target and left a bright red mark on the ground.
This red was particularly eye-catching against the white ground, but it was soon covered by the newly fallen snow.
Yan Chan carried the fat fox and walked faster and faster, and the creaking sound was like a shaking old bed.
She missed home, even though she had reinforced the bed so that it would no longer make the sound of collapsing at any moment.
In the heavy snow, Yan Chan unfortunately lost her way and gradually deviated from her original path because she saw a small wooden house on her left.
She didn't see the wooden house when she went up the mountain.
Maybe it's the hunter's house, she thought.
When she got closer, she found that the door was wide open, and the wind and snow rushed in, without any worry that the wooden house would be destroyed.
Her guess was correct; it was indeed a hunting lodge, but it had been uninhabited for a long time.
Yan Chan looked at the furnishings in the room: a wooden bed covered with bear skin, a wall with three or five hunting rifles on it, a table with a map on it, and a small locked box.
“This is truly a gift from God!!!”
"Take it away, take it away, take it all away!" Yan Chan quickly packed up the things she thought were valuable.
The map covering the table was quite impressive, with three or five hunting rifles and a locked small box with a bearskin hanging on it.
"Hey, what is this?" The flickering light in the corner attracted Yan Chan's attention.
Yan Chan squatted down and took it out from under the stool. It was a glowing stone, and even the dust could not obscure its brilliance.
"It's so beautiful." Yan Chan couldn't help but sigh, staring at the small stone intently.
She blew away the dust on it, wiped it with her gloves, put it in her arms, stood up, picked up the "wild" things she had harvested, and set off on her way home.
She was in a good mood all the way, humming her own tune over and over again without getting tired of it.
At daybreak, she strode towards her future in the light.
The snow stopped.
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The next day.
Yan Chan pushed the door open and walked in, shouting: "Uncle Chen, look what good things I brought back!" She looked very excited and couldn't help showing off for a moment.
"Uncle Chen!!" Her heart suddenly tightened, and she threw the things on her back and ran away quickly.
She shook Uncle Chen who was lying on the ground, tears welling up in her eyes, and carefully placed her finger under his nose.
A powerful burst of hot air was exhaled, followed by snoring. Yan Chan breathed a sigh of relief, and cold sweat soaked her back. She still felt the lingering fear.
"Huh!? Boy Yan, you're back?" Uncle Chen opened his eyes hazily, yawned, stretched and prepared to get up.
"Why are you lying on the ground? I thought... I thought..." She suppressed her tears and spoke in a steady voice.
Uncle Chen touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably. He absolutely couldn't let this kid know that he'd drunk the Divine Drunk and fallen unconscious. No! This was originally his wine, so it didn't count as stealing!
He coughed and said, "It's okay. I'm just too tired from working."
"Really?" Yan Chan asked suspiciously, "Why do I smell alcohol?" After saying that, she sniffed carefully again, but was interrupted by Uncle Chen.
"That's not the case. How could I eat alone? No, drink alone, don't you think so, boy Yan? Hehe." He patted Yan Chan's back vigorously, as if this would make his words more credible.
"Okay, Uncle Chen, you are already at this age. When you are tired from work, just take a break. Don't work too hard." Yan Chan put aside his doubts and turned his head to remind him.
"Yeah, yeah, Uncle Chen has noted it. Come, let me see what good things you brought back."
"A bear skin, some hunting rifles, oh my, and a map and a treasure chest."
"It's a big harvest...wait." The more Uncle Chen looked, the more he felt something was wrong. His eyes kept scanning back and forth between Yan Chan and the thing in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Yan Chan was confused and looked at him in confusion.
"How did you manage to steal my family fortune!!!" He roared to the sky.
"What?!" Yan Chan's eyes widened, her mouth opened in shock, "Is this yours, Uncle Chen?"
"I'm going to beat you to death!" He looked so angry that he looked like a bloated pufferfish.
"Hey, I didn't know about this beforehand!! How could you be like this!!" Yan Chan explained while dodging.
Suddenly, there was a clanging sound from the weapons shop.
In the end, both of them were injured, but fortunately they both knew not to hit people in the face.
Yan Chan stretched his sore arm, and Uncle Chen next to him wasn't in much better condition either.
"Uncle Chen, what is locked in this box? It's so mysterious and has two locks." Yan Chan stared at the small treasure chest she brought back.
"Want to know?" He sighed, glanced at Yan Chan, and said in a profound tone, "There are things in here that can bring you fatal disasters." His tone was low and slow.
"Is the imperial seal inside?"
"How is that possible!" Uncle Chen suddenly stood up and tried to distance himself from the matter.
"Uncle Chen, please stop keeping me in suspense and tell me quickly." Yan Chan held her chin and fiddled with the two locks on the box with her index finger.
Uncle Chen looked at Yan Chan deeply, his tone more serious than ever before, "Inside is the key to Fengdu Ghost Market."
"Fengdu Ghost Market?" She had never heard of it before. Even her original body, Yan Huaiqi, didn't know about it. Yan Chan looked at Uncle Chen with curiosity in her eyes.
"In Fengdu Ghost Market, there is no time of day or night, and humans and ghosts live in the same alleys." He seemed to recall something and couldn't help shivering.
"Wow, Uncle Chen, you have actually been to such a powerful place, it's so hidden." Yan Chan exclaimed, not afraid of Fengdu Ghost Market at all.
Seeing that Uncle Chen didn't respond, Yan Chan stopped talking.
"That's a very scary place, Yan boy, don't take it lightly." He took a sip of water, opened one eye and squinted.
"By the way, haven't you always wanted to learn how to forge swords? Today I will teach you how to forge swords." He stood up and walked towards the sword-making platform.
"I don't want to learn how to forge swords. I want to learn how to forge knives." She said in a firm voice and quickly followed.
"Oh? Okay."
Yan Chan felt the cheerful tone in his voice. Don’t think she didn’t see that Uncle Chen’s mouth corners were raised three points.
After bidding farewell to winter and spring, Yan Chan looked at the knife he had forged, his eyes sparkling.
"This is my knife, the one I forged myself!" She smiled contentedly, her eyes curved, and anyone who saw her would be attracted by her smiling face.
"Have you chosen a name for it?" Uncle Chen leaned against the door, his arms folded across his chest.
"Bowstring, bowstring knife!" She still remembered the day when Uncle Chen taught her how to forge a knife after coming back from hunting. It was a memorable day.
Yan Chan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and swung the bowstring knife vigorously in the backyard.
After a beautiful backflip, she stood still, her ponytail swung in a graceful arc in the air, and her orange hairband fluttered casually, as if she was going to the sky to keep the sun company.
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In the attic, the masked man was playing with an exquisite key he had obtained. He sat with his legs crossed on a chair that looked very comfortable.
As far as the eye can see, there is a closed window.
The moonlight shines through and comes in.
His deep laughter was fleeting, like an auditory hallucination, and his eyes, not covered by the mask, made it impossible to see what he was thinking.
But judging from the way his fingers kept tapping the armrest, he seemed to be in a good mood.
Young Master Crow raised the key in his hand and made an opening gesture towards the moon hanging high in the sky.
In the darkness, it seemed as if a door really opened.
"You know what to do." A man in black squatted on the ground at some point, and Young Master Crow threw the key in his hand to him.
The man in black who received the key disappeared instantly, as if he had never appeared.
Young Master Crow closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
It was very quiet around, with only the occasional crow's cry, but this did not disturb anyone.
Crows stood on the treetops in groups of three or five.
Spreading its wings, it wanted to cover the sky and the moon, in the darkness and above the treetops.
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