In early spring and February, when the frozen soil is thawing, buds will sprout, and the spring is still very cold.
"Wow --"
A basin of cold water poured down.
The bone chilling feeling is like an invisible hand, which suddenly pulls back the hazy thought that is about to fall into the eternal silence.
"It seems that I am really out of breath..."
"How unlucky! It's always the same amount of medicine. How can I die when I come here? I've received the deposit of sixty liang silver. Where can I find another one to deliver it tonight?"
"Pa!"
A sharp pain came from her cheek and she was thrown into the corner of the wall. The girl who was wet and her eyes closed slightly frowned.
"Well, this little bitch really pretended to be dead!"
The disheveled bun was pulled by someone. The girl instinctively opened her eyes and was filled with the ferocious face of a middle-aged man with sunburn.
"Get up before you die!"
The pain of pulling her hair and the obvious adverse situation in front of her left the girl too late to think about other things. Her body instinct was faster than her mind. She subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed the man's forearm with the strength of getting up. When she bent back forcefully, her right leg kicked heavily under the man.
Agility.
The strength is far from enough.
Only Sheng was unprepared by the man. He had never expected that she would fight back and move so fast——
Taking advantage of the short gap between the man and the girl, who noticed something was wrong with her body, she quickly glanced around, stepped back, kicked lightly with her left toe, and the dagger on the sack pile flew up beside her. She firmly held it in her hand and held it in front of her.
"... you son of a bitch, you have eaten the bear heart and leopard gall!"
The man was shocked and angry.
The little girl is obviously timid and timid. All she did was cry for him to spare her and let her go home. If he took out the dagger, she would be even more frightened and would not say anything - just such a little punk, how dare she turn the dagger against him!
The woman behind the man was also shocked. She was very angry at the girl's "disobedience" and scolded her. She came to the man to see the girl's real appearance.
The man brought the man back. He was in a faint state when he picked it out of the sack. Although it can be seen that a good leather was born, he was dull in the end.
At this time, it can be seen that the green silk of the girl whose clothes were wet was half scattered. Under the shock of days of turbulence, her face was bloodless, but she was more and more beautiful.
In particular, those eyebrows and eyes are clear and cold, and the pupils are dark and deep, like what mysterious things are hidden under the lake in winter, which makes people dare not look at them directly.
At this moment, the woman felt only one thing - this face... one hundred taels of silver would be less!
Then I felt very lucky that I didn't die! Otherwise, the hundred liang will be lost!
Seeing the girl's hand shaking with the dagger, the unafraid woman smiled sarcastically: "All those who come here and are ignorant will have no good end. Little lady, I advise you not to ask for trouble!"
The woman's voice, sharp and threatening, fell on the girl's ears and was particularly noisy.
At the next moment, a wooden stool flew out of the girl's foot and hit the woman's knee straight.
The woman gave a cry of pain and fell on the ground.
"This little bitch!" The man was so angry that he didn't care much. He swung the stick at hand.
However, the girl had already attacked him faster and rushed to him like a wolf. She threw him to the ground with all her strength and knelt down on his neck with one leg.
No matter how strong the man was, he was suppressed and could not get up for a moment. He subconsciously reached out to pry the girl away, and the palm was suddenly pierced by the dagger in the girl's hand and nailed to the ground.
The woman responded, climbed up and was about to come forward when the girl quickly pulled out the bloody dagger. The dagger flew like an arrow, like an eye. It just stuck in her eye socket.
"Ah!"
The woman screamed and howled, covered her bleeding eyes and fell to the ground.
The man who had been suppressed for a long time choked, his eyes turned white and passed out.
The girl, who had nearly exhausted her strength, released the man, sat on the ground beside her, picked up the cloth bag falling from the man's side, and looked up at the door.
At the door of the small hall, a boy stood dumbfounded.
"Your father?" the girl said, her voice was weak and clear, but her tone was flat and smooth.
The eleven or twelve year old boy looked at the man who passed out beside her and shook his head in a hurry. The confusion and fear in his eyes soon overflowed.
"You trash, don't tie her up! Hurry to invite the doctor for us! Hurry to invite the doctor!" the woman with bleeding eyes screamed.
The boy's face wavered and flustered.
The girl looked at him and said, "Do you want to fight me?"
The girl's words made the boy have a decision. His face no longer swayed, but his head shook faster.
"Is there anyone else?" The girl crossed him and looked at the small yard full of coffins.
Although it was day, the gate was firmly bolted from inside.
The boy shook his head again.
"I tied you, or you tied them." The girl was simple and clear, giving him two choices.
Seeing her standing up, the boy did not dare to delay. He quickly went forward to take the hemp rope and tied the man who had passed out.
"You heartless thing! I won't kill you!"
The woman scolded angrily, covering her eyes with a painful trembling hand, and grabbing the stick beside her.
The boy's air shrank instinctively.
"Let her shut up." The girl threw the cloth bag in her hand.
The boy clearly knew what was inside, so he bravely stepped forward and immediately threw it at the woman.
The woman's eyes were full of blood. She was totally unprepared when she was flustered. After taking a few mouthfuls of overpowering drug, she was unable to fall to the ground.
After tying up the woman, the boy carefully dragged the two men to the corner where they were out of the way.
After all this, he looked up quietly and saw the girl's back in front of the tea table.
She is
Eat roast chicken?
The boy looked in amazement at the remains of half of the roast chicken that she had quickly disposed of.
The girl picked up a cotton towel and wiped her hands.
She never felt hungry.
But at this time, she was too weak. The instinct in her body made her choose to eat in order to recover her strength.
She turned around, looked around the room, and walked out of the main room.
There were several coffins just finished in the yard. She picked a pleasant one, stepped on the bench beside the coffin, and lay down.
Well, it suits her very well.
The girl closed her eyes with satisfaction.
But unexpectedly, after a person dies, there is still a lot of trouble.
In the end, the coffin had to go in by herself, even without a decent ghost job. Everything depended on her own consciousness, and she had always had a strong ability of self-management - but the local government's work rules were more or less perfunctory.
The boy who witnessed the strange process of her lying down in the coffin: "..."
The girl in the coffin was soon drowned by a great sense of fatigue, which made her fall into a deep sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the sunset clouds all over the sky. It was already dusk.
The girl in the coffin slowly sat up and looked at everything in front of her. She couldn't help thinking.
After sleeping for a while, with the recovery of physical strength, the awareness of all parts of the body becomes clear, and the brain gradually wakes up.
This is not an afterlife illusion.
But she is clearly dead, the kind that can't be penetrated any more.
Unconsciously, she raised her hand and put it between her neck. There was no wound there.
"How could this be..."
The voice is not your own.
She stretched out her hands in the twilight.
These hands are too delicate and weak though they have scars, and they are not hers.
The girl stood up slowly and stood in the coffin facing the dusk, looking at the real world around her.
An old tree in the corner has a few scattered peach blossoms.
It's spring day.
And she died in a heavy snow in December.
When she died, she was looking in the direction of her hometown.
Now——
It seems that she really came back.
The girl looked back at the strange hands again.
So... is she returning from the dead?
Not waiting for the girl to think about other things, the light footsteps behind her made her turn her head back on guard.
Previously, I only regarded everything in front of me as an unrealistic post-mortem illusion, and only responded by instinct without going deep into it, but now it is different——
It's the same boy.
He stood timidly at the foot of the stone steps and looked at her with a strange look that was close to looking at things that did not belong in this world, although it was true.
"Do you recognize me?" the girl asked.
The boy shook his head without thinking.
Without an answer, the girl left the coffin and jumped down on the bench.
Seeing her turn around and walk towards the gate, the boy struggled for a moment, quickly caught up with her, reached out to stop her, and shook his head with eyes full of restraint.
"No... can't go!" he said hurriedly.
"So you are not mute."
"No, it's not..." The boy looked complex and anxious: "You can't go!"
The girl said without expression, "I don't like beating children."
"... No!" The boy pointed to the closed wooden door, lowered his voice, and his big eyes were all uneasy: "Outside... all!"
"All of them -" The girl looked at him and said, "What?"
