Yin Buqi closed his eyes, his forehead was covered with sweat, his skin was pale, his eyelashes and eyebrows had turned frosty, and his whole body looked like a piece of jade, without a trace of life.

Those unspeakable nightmares became clearer: the mother's wailing, the cries of the tribe members, and the bloody, stinking corpses all over the ground.

The harsh voice seemed to be howling in his ears, "How could I give birth to such a dirty thing like you."

"That child's eyes are actually bloodshot, so creepy."

"Everyone else is dead, but you are still alive, why don't you die too!"

He was born with evil blood, he is sin.

All memories seemed to collapse in the sea of ​​consciousness, chaotic and distorted, and finally turned into an eerie calm.

Yin Buqi opened his eyes and saw that he was still lying on the bed in the house. It was already sunny outside.

Jiang Niannian was sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand on his forehead, looking at him anxiously.

"Master..."

He had just dreamed that he was in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and was in a trance for a moment.

"You caught a cold and were in a coma for three days." Jiang Niannian tucked his feet in. "You must have had a nightmare. You were talking nonsense just now."

Jiang Niannian was about to take back her hand that was on his forehead, but he grabbed it.

The young man put his face against her palm and rubbed it gently. He said, "Master, I know I am wrong, but you cannot abandon me."

"It is the greatest virtue to know one's mistakes and correct them." Jiang Niannian smiled and rubbed his head: "Come, let's not talk about this for now. I've made some medicine for you to drink to drive away the cold."

Yin Buqi looked at the steaming medicine soup on the table beside him without saying a word.

"It's not bitter, it has a lot of sugar."

Yin Buqi hesitated for a moment, but still sat up, picked up the bowl and started drinking, and his face gradually turned red.

"Master."

"Um?"

"So... you are really a kind person who doesn't ask for anything in return."

Jiang Niannian was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Every month he would ask her why she saved him and what she wanted to take from him.

Now, this question seems to have an answer.

From that day on, Yin Buqi's attitude towards Jiang Niannian was completely different.

She serves tea, makes the bed and folds the quilt, comes whenever called and never talks back when scolded.

After serving Jiang Niannian, he sat beside her, holding his chin and looking at her, without blinking, for most of the day.

They followed her wherever she went, even when she was exorcising demons and monsters, as if they were afraid that she would run away.

However, what worries Jiang Niannian is Yin Buqi's character.

He killed monsters and demons in an extremely cruel way.

He usually kills people with his hands. Even though those two white, bony fingers look like they are invulnerable, they can actually take someone's life easily.

Yes, tear it by hand.

They start to quarrel as soon as they disagree on something.

As soon as they are unhappy, they start to quarrel.

One is unhappy... and they still quarrel.

He tore the monster into pieces, leaving his hands covered in blood. From time to time, a few drops of blood splashed onto his face, which was quite creepy.

For example, one day, Yin Buqi caught a ferocious beast and tore off its flesh piece by piece with an expressionless face.

"Kill."

"No."

"Kill."

"No."

Finally, he pinched the few remaining bones and flesh of the beast and smiled sinisterly: "Tsk, don't kill it, it's too late."

He clenched his five fingers, grabbed the murderer's heart and crushed it.

The beast's blood was red and quite large. It flowed like a small river, and when the blood spurted out, it splashed all over him.

Jiang Niannian began to reflect on whether it was because she took him to exorcise demons all day that made him bloodthirsty and cruel. If he was allowed to come into contact with the world and experience the fickleness of the world, would his state of mind change?

I heard that Rimuli, one of the four major immortal sects, will hold an immortal alliance meeting in a few days.

It’s better to take your apprentice to see the world.

Thinking of this, he packed his luggage and took Yin Buqi with him to experience the true love of the world.

It’s just this area that caused trouble.

…

Jiang Niannian took Yin Buqi to book an inn in a small town not far from Rimuli, and took them around the town.

"Selling candied haws! Sweet and sour, you'll never forget it!"

"A secret recipe passed down from generation to generation, delicious Tanghulu!"

Yin Buqi looked at the candied haws. The bright color of the sugar was so juicy, so tempting, and so sweet.

"Tanghu Lu Mo..." He lowered his eyes, with a scarlet blood gleaming in his eyes. The violent murderous aura was roaring wildly in his body, and he recalled some past events.

"Mom, I want to eat candied haws."

The seven or eight-year-old child's eyes were as bright as stars, and he gently tugged at the woman's clothes.

The children were raggedly dressed, but the women were respectably dressed.

He never asks a woman for anything easily.

But no matter how sensible he is, he is still a child and cannot resist the temptation of candied haws.

Seeing the woman looking down at him, he immediately revealed an extremely obedient smile.

"Tanghulu? What kind of Tanghulu do you want? For someone like you, it's a waste to eat chaff." The woman said impatiently, "Didn't I tell you not to touch my clothes? The new clothes I just made yesterday were soiled by your hands!"

"Why? Can't I just eat one?"

His fingers were tightly grasping the hem of her clothes, and he stopped where he was.

He looked up without blinking at the straw basket filled with red candied haws.

The crystal clear sugar skin and the bright red color seemed to take root in the heart of the young boy like a rapidly growing desire. He seemed to imagine holding the candied haws in his mouth and savoring them carefully.

Saliva quickly flowed from the corners of his mouth, wetting his lips.

He had never eaten it before, and all the delicious food in the house was given to his younger brother.

He could only eat leftovers or even worse every day.

When they were five or six years old, they had to work as child laborers and had to hand over all their wages. If they earned too little, they would be beaten.

"Little boy, do you want to eat candied haws? They are very sweet. Would you like a string?"

The vendor selling sugar-coated haws saw the child standing in front of him, smiled, plucked a bunch of sugar-coated haws, bent down and handed them to him.

The boy's eyes lit up and he immediately wanted to raise his hand to take it.

The Tanghulu right in front of him seemed to have grown a pair of little arms, swaying and waving at him.

"No need, he doesn't want to eat." The woman shook her head, grabbed his hand and tried to pull him away.

"Mother!"

The boy couldn't help but shout, "Mom, just one string, please, I really only want to eat one string! I will work hard tomorrow and earn more spirit stones!"

"Stop messing around and go!"

"I won't leave. Why does my brother always have candied haws to eat, but I don't? Why does my brother never have to work?"

“Bang!”

The woman was furious and slapped the boy hard.

The slap was too heavy. The boy, who was already thin, was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a fishy and sweet taste coming out of his throat.

His whole body was in pain, and his heart was in even more pain. He lay on the ground and was unable to get up immediately.

The already dirty clothes were covered with large amounts of mud, making them look even more messy.

The boy, who had always been well-behaved and sensible, seemed to be rebellious and stubborn this time.

He stared at the woman with his red eyes.

"Don't look at me with those eyes, they are so disgusting!"

Seeing that the boy couldn't get up, she didn't think whether the beating hurt her or not, and just thought he was being naughty.

She stretched out her foot and kicked him hard, "Are you going to leave or not? Are you going to leave or not?"

The boy was kicked so hard that he vomited blood. He could only beg, "Mom, I know I was wrong... It hurts... Don't hit me... I will never eat Tanghulu again..."

From then on, he never mentioned the word "Tanghulu" again.

Just as I was thinking about it, a brightly colored candied haws was handed to me.

Yin Buqi was stunned for a moment, and something that he had buried deep in his heart seemed to surge out, "Master...what are you doing?"

Jiang Niannian stuffed the candied haws into his hand.

"Plop!"

"Pu Tong!"

Yin Buqi looked at her without blinking, as if he was bewitched.

The ten-mile-long street became quiet, and the scenes near and far became blurred. It seemed that only the woman in front of him could be seen.

She was looking at him with a smile and said, "I saw you staring at the candied haws for a long time, so I bought it for you."

The wind blows, people come and go, and the shadows under their feet sway like the tide.

Yin Buqi knew it clearly.

He was drowned.

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Zhizhi believes that what Yin Buqi is thinking at this moment is: Master, you are my God!!!