120. Divine Stick (11)
"What nonsense are you talking about! Are you crazy?"
Bai Yumu held on and tried to explain all this with a trembling voice, "That person just now was the one you found, right?"
"This dog!! Where did you find it? Zhao Xi asked you to come here, right?!"
His voice was almost broken, but Wei Mingyan seemed not to hear it. He dug around and discovered something belatedly.
"Turtle Shell, follow the Taoist robe."
The handsome Taoist Priest, who had lost his Taoist robe and was only wearing his middle coat, thought for two seconds and said, "It doesn't matter, I can just talk about it."
"It's probably free of charge."
"Madman, you are a madman!!!"
Bai Yumu's eyes were red, and he ran in a random direction in a panic.
He only has one idea now, that is to avoid this madman, he must avoid it! !
As for why he was hiding, Bai Yumu would not admit that he was guilty or scared. He just ran forward, running...
“Woof woof woof!!!”
The yellow dog swung its tail uneasily, looking at the figure quickly disappearing in front of him, and moved his feet, as if he wanted to catch up.
"Don't worry."
The Taoist priest's slender hand fell on his head, "Come here, I'll show you something fun."
The crutch drew a circle on the ground without leaving any trace, but the yellow dog barked twice at the circle with some excitement, and then squatted down beside Wei Mingyan obediently.
"It's trapped inside, isn't it awesome?"
Wei Mingyan stood up with a smile and walked forward with the yellow dog.
***
Bai Yumu's mind went blank. He only knew that he had to run away quickly. As for where to run and how to get there, he had no time to think.
He didn't know how long he had been running, but his tired legs were shaking. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to stop and rest.
After taking a few breaths, Bai Yumu looked back with a pale face. There was no trace of the man on the long road.
He breathed rapidly, with a mocking and disdainful smile on his face.
Sure enough, it was just a guy pretending to be a ghost.
He didn't believe there were ghosts in this world, it was impossible.
Seeing that he had gotten rid of the unknown man, Bai Yumu rested for a while, breathed evenly, and then slowly straightened up.
It's not a good time to go out tonight, so he should go back to school quickly.
As soon as he stepped out, the surrounding road seemed to be suddenly pulled away. The earthquake-like scene made Bai Yumu step back in fear, but no matter how he backed away, the road quickly disappeared.
--Snapped! !
The sound of the bowl breaking sounded, like a muffled thunder, suddenly hitting Bai Yumu's mind.
"Xiaomu, Xiaomu..."
Someone was calling his name, and the voice was weak, feeble, and full of illness.
"No, it's impossible..."
Bai Yumu opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief, "Impossible, impossible..."
In front of him, the empty road was no longer empty. Instead, there was a narrow and dilapidated environment. Even just standing there, he felt suffocated.
A woman walked out with difficulty holding on to the wall. She called out her son's name. Seeing that there was no sign of her son, she had to sit down alone, tremblingly, and took a sip of water.
The chapped lips were moisturized by the water but were still dry. The woman carefully picked up the wool on the table and tied the sweater slowly but carefully.
Bai Yumu recognized it. It was the one he had worn before. He thought it was unsightly and too vulgar, so he threw it in front of the tomb on the day of the woman's burial.
He wanted to leave here, leave this ghost place, Bai Yumu even suspected that he was dreaming, otherwise why, he couldn't get out of this narrow room at all.
While Bai Yumu became more and more irritable, the woman always sat calmly.
The woman had been knitting a sweater. Her body was too weak, and it was difficult for her to perform such a simple movement, so she had to move more slowly. She sat like this all afternoon and only completed less than half of it.
She stood up, carefully placed the sweater on the table, and stood up again while holding on to the table.
After a while, she came back again, holding a cold steamed bun in her hand and eating it bite by bite.
After eating a steamed bun, it was considered a meal. She picked up the sweater again and knitted it slowly and carefully.
"What?? Huh?? Why do you want me to see this?? What's so interesting?"
"Do you think I will feel guilty?! No, I tell you, there are no ghosts in the world, none at all!!!"
Wei Mingyan stood behind the woman on crutches. He looked at Bai Yumu with dull eyes, as if he was looking at an object rather than a living person.
"When a person is born and grows up as a child, he will have a conscience."
Under Bai Yumu's blood-red eyes, he said calmly, "No one is exception."
"So? What do you want to say?"
"I just want to say that only you can lose your conscience."
The handsome Taoist priest smiled lightly, "Only you can get it back."
"Isn't this the place where you abandon your conscience? For the first time."
"This is the wrong time. Sorry, it's my first time doing this kind of thing, so I'm not very skilled yet."
The crutch fell heavily to the ground, and a coughing sound came from Bai Yumu's ears.
"Ahem...Xiaomu, Xiaomu...help mom get a glass of water, mom is thirsty..."
"Ahem, cough, Xiaomu..."
The door was pushed open violently, and a young man who was somewhere between a teenager and a young man rushed in angrily.
"Can you please stop disturbing me? I'm busy!"
The woman on the bed couldn't even move. She glanced at her child with sadness in her eyes, "I'm a little thirsty..."
"If you want to drink water, you won't pour it yourself! It's so noisy!"
The young version of Bai Yumu slammed the door and continued to play games outside. The rain outside was loud and crackling. The floor of the narrow house was full of potholes and the roof was still leaking. He raised his legs irritably. Concentrate on the game.
Bai Yumu stood stiffly in the room, watching the pale woman push herself up and try to sit up. She slowly got out of bed little by little.
She didn't want to trouble her child, even though she was the one who took care of him when he was a child, she was the one who held and breastfed him in the middle of the night, and it was she who carefully cared for him as he grew up.
The woman had been sick for too long, and she had to do handicrafts to support Bai Yumu. She was already very ill, and now she couldn't even get out of bed.
Her weak feet landed on the ground, she took a step, her feet went soft, and she fell face down to the ground.
"Well...well..."
There was a big hole on the bumpy ground, and it happened to be leaking. It was full of water. The woman fell on it, with her face pressed down. She wanted to struggle to get up, but her hands had no strength.
She struggled desperately, trying desperately to get up, her feet hitting the ground one after another.
"It's so noisy!!"
The door opened and her son stood outside.
The delicate face turned gloomy after a moment of shock.
His hands were firmly clasped on the wooden floor, and he didn't know what he was thinking on his face. He just watched his biological mother struggling hard, with her face buried in the sewage.
Bai Yumu knew what he was thinking.
This woman is useless, she can no longer support him, give him money, and cook for him as before.
She was lying on the bed, not earning a penny, and yet she had to be serviced by him.
If she died, he would receive the subsidy and become an orphan, legitimately receiving the money.
So, he slowly closed the door.
Young Bai Yumu left, but now Bai Yumu is forced to stay.
He watched helplessly as the woman on the ground stopped struggling and her legs could no longer move.
"Your conscience."
"You threw it away yourself."
"You keep saying that there are no ghosts in the world. In fact, you are just afraid that they will come to you."
Wei Mingyan was leaning on a cane, his eyes were cold, but he was still smiling, "But the creditor has been waiting for you."
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