Chapter 72 Digging a hole to build your grave
The sun outside the house gradually sets, and the slanting golden and purple light shines into the room through the small window, filling the room with warm light.
An old man with messy hair like a bird's nest sat by the stove, his head close to the baby in the stove, mumbling to a yellowed ancient book, occasionally accompanied by a few strange laughs.
The laughter was strange and unpleasant, but in this situation it did not seem abrupt or offensive.
The figures of an old man and a young child leaning against each other are warm and harmonious.
The room only became quiet again when the smell of food wafted from next door and the old woman's voice calling for food was heard.
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Outside the house, there were bursts of insect chirping sounds. As the night deepened, the restlessness of the day subsided a lot and people fell into a deep sleep.
Tianbao was not sleepy and went into the space again.
There was no change in the space. The ancient pear tree was still full of fruits, standing silently at the entrance of the space.
The stream under the tree meanders down and flows into the distance.
In the fields across the stream, various green plants flourish and extend all the way to the foot of the distant mountain.
Tian Bao walked to the edge of the field and tapped the various plants he already knew with his little hands. "Ginseng, snow lotus, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonum multiflorum, Rehmannia root..."
As he recited, his little face wrinkled.
A pile of garbage.
She didn't like any of it.
She likes snake vines, aconite, traction machine, and datura... Only poisonous things are fun!
"Oh." The little kid squatted by the field, pulling and tugging at the rare medicinal herbs as if they were trash.
There are so many things growing in the space, why isn't there what she wants?
As soon as this thought died down, the little boy's eyes moved, he slowly lowered his head, and then his pupils dilated in surprise.
Suddenly, there was a pile of vines and green grass at her feet.
He looked almost the same as what she had seen in Du Yeye's ancient books.
It just so happened that these were the plants that had just flashed through her mind.
Tianbao blinked her round almond eyes and opened her mouth, "Golden Chrysanthemum."
A small chrysanthemum with eight pale yellow petals appeared at the top of the plant pile, with some lingering dew still on its branches and leaves.
"Yam eggs!"
The yam appeared covered in mud.
"egg!"
There was a nest of eggs, and one of them didn't stand firmly on the pile of herbs. It rolled to the edge of the stream, hit a small stone by the stream, and broke with a pop, and the yellow yolk flowed out.
Tianbao suddenly realized that space could be used in this way.
In order to find food for her family, she climbed up a huge mountain with great difficulty. She was so stupid.
After putting the yam eggs and eggs in the kitchen, Tianbao closed his eyes and went to sleep with a sour face.
Just before falling asleep, he could smell a faint fishy and sweet scent in the air. Developing the space took up a lot of energy, and the little sweet boy fell asleep without having time to think about it.
Next door, Du Buqin broke through the window and returned to his room. He clutched the wound on his left abdomen and gasped in pain. He twisted his face and gritted his teeth, cursing, "Fuck that! That bastard Bai Xiaofeng is so insidious! He actually set up a trap in the room!"
As soon as the curse fell, the door was pushed open. Duan Dao stood at the door, holding an oil lamp. His tall figure almost filled the small door frame. "You know he's not easy to deal with, so why did you go to provoke him?"
"You're just in time. Help me bandage it." Du Buqin waved his hand, not caring about exposing the wound. Under the dim light, the skin and flesh of the wound were turned inside out, looking hideous and terrifying. The bloodstains around it were half solidified, shining with a gray-black-purple luster.
Broken Blade's eyelids shrank slightly, "Poisonous."
"I know it's poisonous and I've already applied medicine. Hurry up and bandage it for me. Stop talking nonsense!"
The two had been together for many years and had a tacit understanding. Duan Dao stopped talking, took out the unfinished wine, disinfected, cleaned and bandaged the old man's wound.
"What kind of poison?" After doing all this, he said in a deep voice.
"Five Poison Heavenly Water."
"Can you solve it?"
"Yes." Du Buwei lay sprawled on the bed, laughing, "We don't have enough medicinal materials."
"as a result of."
"After I was injured, I immediately applied Baijie Powder, which was able to suppress the poison for an hour. After an hour, there was no antidote, and my whole body was festered and I died."
Under the light, Broken Blade's already cold features became even colder, his eyes dim and unable to see the light. He clenched his teeth and said, "What kind of herbs do you need? I'll go find them."
"Looking for shit! If I could find it, I would have already looked for it. There's nothing in Fengyun City. Bai Xiaofeng is really amazing. He was able to get such a rare poison. Do you think that bastard knew I would steal from him and got this medicine specifically to use against me?"
After saying that, he waved his hand again, without the need for Broken Knife to answer.
Regardless of whether it was aimed at him or not, he was in trouble this time.
"If the Poison King Valley was still around, I wouldn't have to endure this kind of humiliation. I'd immediately get the Six Poisons Heavenly Water to retaliate against that bastard!" He pulled something out of his arms and waved it before Broken Blade's eyes as if to show off. A smile flickered across his increasingly darkened face, and the movement of his stiffened skin made him look incredibly strange. "It's not all bad for me. Look, the Seven-Star Begonia! I got it. If I don't make it to morning, you help me give this to Little Sweetie. The other day, when we were looking through ancient books together, I saw she particularly liked this thing. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at the pictures..."
The old man's voice gradually became lower and he began to snore.
Duan Dao stood beside the bed for a long time before reaching out to take the Seven-Star Begonia that the old man was still holding.
A cluster of seven-colored double-petaled flowers, well preserved, with bright red colors, seem to still be growing on the branches.
After being stunned for a moment, he checked the old man's injuries and physical condition again.
The situation was not good. Purple and black colors had begun to spread around the wound that was bandaged, and black spots had appeared.
If the poison cannot be removed, the black spots will soon fester and form holes in the old man's skin.
Duan Dao's eyes were filled with turmoil. After a long time, he walked out of the house, turned over and took a hoe from the Su family's vegetable garden, then returned to the thatched house next door and dug a hole with the hoe not far from the wall.
The noise of digging the hole was not loud, but in the quiet dawn, the sound of the hoe hitting the gravel on the ground was still a bit disturbing.
Especially the Su family who lived nearby were disturbed by the incessant clanging sounds.
"Lord Duan Dao, what are you doing?" Su Da was the first to run out after hearing the sound. He rubbed his eyes and yawned across the low thorn wall.
Broken Blade was as dull as ever, "Nothing."
"Do you need help?"
"Need not."
"Then I'll go back to sleep?"
"Um."
Su Da wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and returned to the house in a daze.
Following him was Du Buwei who struggled to walk out of the house.
He mustered his last bit of strength to climb onto the roof, sat on the dew-soaked thatched roof, and prepared to greet the last sunrise of his life.
But the noise behind the house was so harsh that he glanced down and asked weakly, "What are you doing?"
Duan Dao didn't look up, but continued to swing the hoe. He said in a faint voice, "I'll dig a hole and build a grave for you."
Du Buqin almost couldn't breathe, his eyes bulging, "Say it again?"
The man then raised his head, facing the light and staring at the old man above him, "Your face is almost rotten."
“…”
Fuck your grandpa.
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