Chapter 28 Let Me Help You Bury Your Mother
Ever since Bai Wei had a brief "descent" in Uru's body during the battle with Roger the Bite last night, his resonance with Uru on the soul level has become even deeper.
This allowed Bai Wei to feel Ulu's inner fluctuations and emotional changes more clearly (one-way, of course). For example, now, after stepping onto the path leading out of the town, Bai Wei could clearly feel that Ulu had become very nervous, as if he was afraid of something.
So Bai Wei asked directly: "Are you nervous?"
Ulu was so frightened that he almost fell into the ditch: "Oh no, of course not... Why do you ask?"
Bai Wei replied calmly: "Because your heartbeat kept me awake."
Ulu subconsciously touched his chest.
Indeed, he himself did not realize that his heart was beating so fast, as if it might jump out at any time, which made him even more nervous: "I'm sorry to disturb you, Lord Visas, I will..."
He got stuck halfway through his speech.
The sound of the heartbeat disturbed Lord Visas. Was he going to dig out the heart or stop it?
Fortunately, Bai Wei didn't mean to embarrass him on this issue. He said "huh" and asked, "Do you know where that kid lives?"
"……Know."
Because he lives in the same place as .
Uru thought to himself.
It was also because of this that he was able to remember the kid's home address without even asking his name.
He originally didn't want to say these words, but facing Bai Wei, Wu Lu didn't dare to hide too much, so after a moment of silence, he added: "I used to live here too."
Don't ask any more questions. Don't ask any more questions.
Ulu prayed in his heart.
After Bai Wei said "Oh", he really didn't intend to ask any further questions.
This made Ulu feel a little relieved, but he suddenly felt a sense of... loneliness that he didn't know how to describe.
There are some things that he has buried in his heart for a long time, so long that even he has forgotten them. If he had not set foot on this road again, he probably would not have remembered them. But now he remembered them, walking on this road that has not changed in the past 20 years, he can see his own shadow with every step he takes, and hear his own voice with every step he takes.
The memories that had been out of date and rotten for so long stung him, and he didn't know whether he should continue to keep them sealed and not mention them to anyone, or take them out and talk about them with others.
In this tangle and chaos, he quickened his pace, wanting to complete Bai Wei's task quickly, throw the food to the little ghost, and then quickly leave this ghost place.
Bai Wei also guessed what Ulu was thinking, but he said nothing, as if he was asleep.
And Ulu almost jogged all the way to a dilapidated house with half of its roof collapsed.
When he got here, his steps slowed down involuntarily because this place was too familiar. Even though he hadn't been here for 20 years, it still felt like he had just left yesterday.
Nothing had changed in twenty years, the only difference being that the house he had set on fire was no longer there, presumably because it had been cleaned out.
He took a few deep breaths, trying to restore his expression to the dignity of a priest, and then walked forward and wanted to knock on the door. But he soon found that there was no need to knock at all, because the door was not closed, but only half-open... and the door lock was broken.
So Ulu pushed the door open directly, and immediately felt a foul smell coming towards him, which made him cough uncontrollably.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Naturally, he coughed up blood again.
But before he could think about it, a surprised voice rang out: "Master Priest?"
Wulu raised his head and saw the little boy squatting in the dark room cooking porridge. Next to him was a little girl who was equally dirty. She tilted her head and looked at Wulu with a dull and blank look in her eyes.
Ulu frowned and was about to say something, but his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the bed beside him, and his pupils narrowed slightly.
A lifeless middle-aged woman was lying on the bed, her body covered with a thin layer of grass.
Only then did Ulu remember what the little boy had told him during the day, that this guy's mother died today.
Now it lies there lifeless, just like... twenty years ago.
Damn it, this damn memory popped up again!
Ulu cursed in his heart. He just wanted to leave here. Every second he stayed here, he felt like he was being stabbed by countless needles.
At this time, the little boy also came up and asked timidly: "Father, what are you doing..."
Wulu took a deep breath and took out the blood-stained bag of food: "Is this yours?"
The little boy looked at the food in Ulu's hand in a daze.
Wulu said coldly: "Be smarter in the future. If you have food, don't expose it outside. Do you want others to snatch you away?"
Originally, Ulu just wanted to say this and leave quickly, but he felt that his words were too "gentle", as if he was here to help this kid, which made him very uncomfortable, so he added: "What an idiot."
After saying that, he threw the food to the little boy.
But after the little boy took it, he was very confused: "But, this is not mine."
Wulu, who was about to leave, frowned after hearing what the little boy said: "This is not yours?"
"Yeah." The little boy pointed to the porridge that was being cooked, "That's mine. No one has taken it away from me."
Ulu frowned even more. He looked at the little boy carefully and found that although the boy was a little dirty, he had no wounds on his body. According to the servants, they had done something shady.
Which is to say...it's definitely not.
It seems like I've come here in vain.
But Ulu didn't want to care about this. Since he was already here, he just said to the little boy, "Then take it," and turned to leave.
He couldn't stay in this shabby place for even a minute.
"But this food..."
Wulu stopped at the door, turned around, and looked at the little boy coldly: "What? You don't want it anymore after it gets stained with blood?"
“No, no, no.” The little boy shook his head repeatedly, “It’s just that this is not mine.”
"So what?"
"The person who lost it will be very sad." The little boy clutched the corner of his clothes anxiously, "If I take it, what will they do?"
silence.
There was a long silence.
It was as if time had stopped. No one moved. It was so quiet that one could hear each other's heartbeats.
The little boy didn't know if he had done something wrong, and asked anxiously, "Father..."
Before he could finish his words, Ulu suddenly turned around, strode towards him, and kicked him to the ground, cursing incomprehensible words as he kicked him.
"Who do you think you are? Huh?! Who do you think you are?!"
"Your mother is dead, why are you still pretending to be a good person here, huh?!"
"Your mother is already dead! You can't even support your sister! And you still want to consider others here?!"
Ulu hit harder and harder, but it seemed as if something was about to burst out of those fierce eyes.
"Your mother is gone!" He yelled hysterically at the little boy, "You will be alone from now on, do you understand?"
During this time, Ulu kept hitting the little boy, and he kept holding his head to avoid it, while his sister kept sitting beside him, staring blankly, with no change in her eyes, as if she was dead.
I don't know how long it took,
The little boy had fallen to the ground with wounds all over his body, and Ulu also lay on the ground, staring at the spider web on the ceiling in a daze.
I don't know how long it was before he spoke softly.
"Got a shovel?"
"Let me help you bury your mother."
(End of this chapter)
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