Chapter 206 Little Zombie's Black Moonlight Taoist Priest 04
Shen Xinran looked at Yue Minglei's listless appearance and felt a little uncomfortable. She walked over to him, kicked him lightly with her foot, and asked, "Are you okay?"
Yue Minglei turned over and remained silent.
Shen Xinran sighed and comforted him, "Don't be discouraged. After all, I am the most talented female exorcist in the Mao family. It's normal that you can't beat me. When you become the Zombie Queen, you will be able to beat me."
Yue Minglei remained silent, his eyes looking into the distance.
Shen Xinran pondered for a moment and made a suggestion: "How about this, I'll give you three hours. As long as you hide well and don't let me find you, I'll let you go."
"Okay, it's a deal!" Yue Minglei's eyes lit up instantly and he jumped up from the ground.
Shen Xinran found it funny to see Yue Minglei so lively. It turned out that his listlessness just now was all an act!
But she still kept her promise and reached out to draw out a red light from Yue Minglei's neck, which was a thread of connection.
Yue Minglei turned around and ran away without any hesitation.
Shen Xinran sat under the tree, continuing to eat her steamed buns soaked in hot water. Shaking her head and sighing, she knew she had another three hundred years of such days to live.
As the saying goes, the small hide in the forest, the great hide in the city. Yue Minglei goes wherever there are many people.
In less than half an hour, he was in the hustle and bustle of the county town.
However, half a month of hunger and exhaustion from fleeing were like a pair of ruthless hands, tightly strangling his throat.
Yue Minglei felt dizzy and weak, and his vision began to blur.
Suddenly he felt a very comfortable breath. He gritted his teeth and staggered into a deep alley, and finally fell powerlessly in front of a house.
The door slowly opened, and a little boy holding a candied haws in his hand poked his head out curiously.
Yue Minglei stretched out his trembling hands and tightly grasped the child's ankles. Using his last bit of strength, he begged in a low voice: "Save...save me."
The little boy was frightened by the stranger lying on the ground in front of him. His face turned pale and his body involuntarily tightened.
But soon, he mustered up the courage and shouted loudly to the courtyard: "Grandpa, Grandma, there is a beggar at our door."
Beggar? Yue Minglei's smile was a little weak. He had never thought that one day he would be called that.
He watched in a daze as an elderly couple came out and gently helped him into the yard.
When I woke up again, night had already fallen.
Yue Minglei found himself lying in a cozy little room, with only a little boy playing with a windmill beside him.
When the little boy saw him wake up, he excitedly lay down beside the bed and asked curiously, "Big brother, what's your name?"
Yue Minglei smiled slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "My name is Yue Minglei."
The little boy smiled and said, "My name is Cheng Zicheng, and my grandparents like to call me Little Orange."
Yue Minglei reached out his hand, gently stroked the little boy's head, and called out with a smile, "Little Orange."
Cheng Zicheng's eyes sparkled, "Brother Yue, you're so tall, you must be a soldier!"
Yue Minglei was stunned for a moment, then nodded, but he was a little surprised: "How did you know that?"
Cheng Zicheng smiled proudly, "Because my father is also a soldier, he is taller than you."
After Cheng Zicheng finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked unhappy.
Yue Minglei asked, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Zicheng said aggrievedly: "But my father hasn't been back for five years. I almost forgot what he looks like."
Hearing this, Yue Minglei's heart tightened. He asked softly, "What's your father's name? If there's a chance, I can help you take good care of him."
Cheng Zicheng's face immediately broke into a happy smile: "My father's name is Cheng Tiexin, and my grandparents call him Tiezhu."
Tiezhu? Why did this name sound so familiar? Yue Minglei was startled.
In a trance, the following scene suddenly emerged in my mind: an old soldier with scars all over his body, but still smiling, holding a knife and concentrating on carving a sword on the wood.
Another veteran asked him, "Tiezhu, what are you doing?"
The old soldier who had been carving the sword raised his head, a kind glint in his eyes, and smiled as he replied, "I'm carving a small sword for my son. It's been a rare opportunity to go home, so I had to bring him a gift. He's been asking for a small sword since he was three years old. I wonder if he still likes it now."
Thinking of this, the smile on Yue Minglei's face froze instantly.
Five years ago, Tsarist Russia invaded, and Yue's army was ordered to go to war and launched a protracted and bloody battle with Tsarist Russia.
After five years of hard fighting, they finally repelled the invaders and won the victory.
After the war, General Yue Peiyuan led the main force back to Kyoto first, and as Yue Peiyuan's adopted son, he took the responsibility of covering the rear and slowly marched towards Kyoto with the elderly, weak and sick.
However, when they arrived at Shanhaiguan, what greeted them was not the cheers and flowers of the people, but a ruthless betrayal and massacre.
Those comrades wearing the same military uniforms actually raised their butcher knives against them and ruthlessly buried their 5,000 remaining soldiers on the land they swore to defend with their lives.
He led his wounded soldiers in a valiant fight, but the numbers were too great, and they were ultimately powerless. Of the five thousand brave warriors, not a single one survived.
Including Cheng Tiexin, who carved a sword for his son out of fatherly love.
Looking at Cheng Zicheng's eyes full of expectation, Yue Minglei's heart was broken. He didn't know how to tell him the cruel truth that his father would never come back.
The old woman walked into the room carrying a bowl of porridge. A kind and warm smile hung on her face. "Child, you must be starving! This is the porridge we left over from dinner. Don't be disgusted."
Yue Minglei's eyes fell on the bowl of porridge, and his stomach began to protest, reminding him that he had not eaten for a long time.
However, the moment the bowl of porridge was handed to him, he found that he had no appetite at all.
His gaze involuntarily turned to Cheng Zicheng, who was concentrating on playing with his windmill with an innocent smile on his face.
The boy's neck was exposed, white as snow, soft and delicate, as if a slight touch would leave a mark.
Yue Minglei's throat rolled involuntarily, and a strong desire surged from deep in his heart. It was a desire for blood, an almost irresistible instinct.
His teeth began to itch, and he could imagine the feeling of biting through that delicate skin. The taste of fresh blood rushing into his mouth must be extremely wonderful.
Deep in his heart, a voice whispered: "Take a bite, it's so sweet, you deserve it..."
But another voice fiercely resisted, "No, you can't hurt this innocent child, you are a human, you are not a monster..."
Yue Minglei clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. The pain made him a little more sober.
His forehead was covered with sweat, his body was shaking, and his mind was struggling. He felt that he was about to be swallowed by this desire and could no longer hold on.
Through the crack in the wooden door, he caught sight of a figure on the tree outside the courtyard. She stood quietly on the tree, a smile in her eyes, enjoying her own embarrassment.
Yue Minglei could no longer hold back. He flung open the door and rushed under the tree, pleading desperately, "Help me, help me."
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