Chapter 42 Section ten

The faint sound of the flute came quietly in the night, and Asule stood on the grassland on a pony. The stars hang on the dark sky, dazzlingly bright, as if they will turn into a flash of rain at any time.The grass swayed in the wind, and the sound of the flute became thinner and fainter, which made people suspect that they had heard it wrong. He spurred the pony up the hill.He is not alone here, there are people everywhere, and the bodies that died in battle are lying quietly in the grass, pillowing each other.The pony walked silently among the corpses. He was very scared, but he dared not speak, for he was afraid that speaking would wake these dead people up.He felt a pair of silent gazes behind him, but he turned his head suddenly, there was nothing but a white shadow jumping and flashing under the moonlight, like a snow-white fox.The pony's shadow seemed to be floating on the moonlit ground, and when he looked back, the hoof prints were covered with blood.

Turning over another hillside, he saw a thick fog, and the horse-less cart was parked there, as if it had been abandoned.The wind blew the curtains of the car, and on the rich crimson curtains, the reflection of the gold thread was colder than the blade of a knife. "Is anyone there?" He patted the car wall lightly. When no one answered, he slowly opened the curtain. The bright red satin rope is hung with shiny beads, hanging in the middle of the small car. The girl in the green skirt is holding the person in her arms, sitting there with her head bowed quietly.A purple leather flute was in her hand.The wind blows her long hair at the temples and gently floats up, and her tears fall on the flute, drop by drop, red.

"Suma...Suma, I'm here to pick you up." He stretched out his hand, "Suma come with me." He reached out to touch the tears on her face, and the girl raised her head following his voice.Lu Guichen saw a familiar face, but it wasn't Suma's face, it was the face of Mother Heluntie.Her eyes were weeping, and the tears were red and viscous.She stared straight at Asule, who was naked to the waist. Asule wanted to retreat, but he had no strength. He suddenly found himself hanging on a wooden frame, and his hands were tightly bound.Haruntie's body fell down and hit him like a piece of wood, with his cold chest pressed against Asule's face.Her body trembled suddenly, and countless spears pierced her from behind.

She was picked up high in the air by the spear, and her body unfolded like an ancient totem. Asule raised his head and saw Heluntie showing an indescribable smile in mid-air, the blood from his chest hit his face drop by drop, at this time there was a moon in the sky, and the moon hook was golden like a weapon. "Ah!" Asule sat up abruptly. The hollow echo echoed around, and the cold sweat drenched the underwear. is a dream. This is not the first time I have had this dream.He felt that he was going to die, which was the guidance given by Pantar God. He listened sideways, but couldn't detect the old man's movement.The old man doesn’t seem to need to sleep, he walks around on all fours like a beast every day, he is very interested in Asule, and always secretly hides behind the stone to watch him, but Asule takes a little step, He will run away again.In addition, he is waiting by the underground river, waiting for the big fish.Sometimes it was a huge light fish, and sometimes it was that kind of terrifying monster that he caught for raw food, but there was no monster as big as the first time he saw it.

However, the water in the river has gradually become shallow these days, and it seems that the underground river also has dry days.The old man looked very disturbed when he couldn't attract any fish.He always heard the tinkling of the iron chain on his wrist as he ran eagerly up and down the river. Asule wiped his forehead, there was not much cold sweat on his forehead, he touched his cheek, where it was wet and sticky, with a drop of water. A strange feeling made him raise his head involuntarily, the pores of his whole body tightened, and a pair of shining eyes were on top of his head, so close to him.

It is the old man.He occupied a boulder close to Asule, stretched his neck and looked down, his sharp white teeth were as sharp as the tip of a knife.Asule backed out, he wiped his face, and realized that the drop of blood dripping in the dream was the old man's saliva, the old man was opening his mouth, he was a little agitated, and his throat made hooting noises. "Go... go away!" Asule noticed his strangeness and backed away in horror.But he has no space, behind him is a huge stalagmite. "Ho ho... ho ho..." The old man seemed to be unable to hear anything, and he was in a kind of wild joy.He bent his ten fingers, those dry and cracked nails were like the sharp claws of a leopard, rubbing against the rocky surface, the sharp hissing sound made people tremble uncontrollably.He stared at Asule, moving little by little, hesitating.

Asule screamed.He understood, this look was like when the old man was waiting for the strange fish. He turned into a complete beast! The old man threw himself down like a hungry wolf.Asule didn't dare to imagine that a living person could charge so fast, he brandished his minions and made an extremely sharp howling sound.This is by no means something that a person should be able to do. Like thunder and lightning, if you see the lightning and cover your ears, it will be too late.The black shadow completely covered his sight, and the only thing he had time to do was to close his eyes tightly.

The expected pain did not come, and with a sound of "Zheng", the strong wind stopped suddenly.Asule heard the low growl of the struggling ho ho, and sprayed the hot air on his face with the heat of water, just like the feeling of a big dog raised by his brothers pounced on him when he was a child.He mustered up the courage to open his eyes. The old man raised his gray hair violently and leaned forward extremely, but he couldn't reach Asule's throat. The two iron chains on his wrist were completely stretched, and the iron ring There was a rattling sound, that was the sound of metal rubbing against each other.

The iron chain rattled, and the old man clenched his teeth against Asule's throat.After all, he was not a complete beast, so he gave up the idea of ​​tearing Asule's neck. He stepped forward, trying to bite off the blood vessels on the neck with his sharp teeth. The sound of the teeth clenching and clicking was like a tangible needle piercing into Asule's brain. It was the first time in his life that he was so close to death. Those terrible teeth were like sharp knives, and he could even feel them scraping the skin on his neck. A slight pain. A tidal wave of fear in the mind swept over everything.He couldn't see anything in front of his eyes for a moment, and could only hear the low buzzing in the depths of his mind, and he rushed out with all his strength.

He and the old man hugged each other tightly and rolled on the ground, and it was Asule who grabbed each other's neck first.He seemed to be controlled by a force that didn't belong to him, and the blue veins under the white skin on his hands jumped like snakes, but he didn't notice these at all, he just pinched recklessly, and the strange blood was all over his face. The old man held Asule's wrist tightly, and he didn't feel the slightest fear because of being restrained. His eyes were as bright as burning torches, and besides excitement, he was still excited. His strength prevailed, and Asule's tightly locked hands were slowly pulled away by him.He suddenly turned over and pressed Asule under him, the sticky saliva dripped down with a slight smell, hitting Asule's face.Asule saw his purple-red tongue licking his teeth dexterously like a snake, he took a breath with difficulty and wanted to shake his head, but he couldn't.

Like the triumphant roar of a lion before it bites the antelope's throat, the old man shook his messy white hair, and then roared. The roar echoed in the huge cave, like a hundred or a thousand lions echoing him. It was a terrible sound that could tear people's liver and gallbladder - like the emperor of the grassland. He lowered his head and bit down! There was only a gleam of clarity in Asule's mind, and he suddenly couldn't feel anything, as if there was only a ray of light in the darkness.He felt the coldness in his waist, and he remembered that it was the blue shark used by Longge Zhenhuang, the weapon his father had formed a lifelong friendship with the Lion King, and its blue blade could cut through everything.His whole body trembled, and there was a kind of almost tearing pain in his chest, as if there was an uneasy beast in his body, which wanted to break free from the shackles of his own body.The dry hot air surged wildly with the blood, the light was about to dim, and he knew that he would be lost in complete darkness. "Suma..." He wanted to shout, but couldn't. "Mom..." No one answered him. He felt extreme fear, not because he was afraid of death. For the first time in his life, he was so afraid that he would lose himself... The last ray of light disappeared, and boundless manic darkness and heat enveloped him. The lion-like roar in the stone cave suddenly turned into two voices, intertwined and tumbling, as if to explode everything the sound touched. His head slammed against the rock.He felt that his face was covered with warmth, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and it was wet with blood. There was severe pain in his wrist, and he raised his hand suddenly, and his right wrist was bloody.He shook his head desperately, unable to comprehend what happened just now, the memory seemed to be interrupted there for a moment, and there was nothing but manic heat and darkness. He looked up and saw the old man half kneeling there, the blood spots on his chest slowly expanding.He looked at his hand again, the blue shark was slowly dripping with blood. For the first time in his life, he killed someone. He threw the blue shark away, covered his head tremblingly, and cried desperately. The old man knelt there quietly, the crazy expression on his face suddenly disappeared, and he only looked numb and dull.He looked at his hand, the nails were full of blood, just now Asule's hand broke free from this terrible hand and pulled out the knife. No one knew how he broke free, including Asule himself. The old man dipped his finger on the blood spot on his chest, looking at the blood spot, he still couldn't believe it.His hands trembled, he squeezed Asule's hand tremblingly, and tore off the calfskin wristband suddenly, the white color was exceptionally bright in the dim light, it was a circle of white leopard tail leather, an ancient totem, The identity symbol of Prince Qingyang. The old man stood up tremblingly, and he retreated step by step.He covered his face and shook his head frantically, as if he was about to cry, but he couldn't hear a sound.Then he suddenly turned over, roared hoarsely, jumped and ran among the rocks on all fours. He straightened his throat and roared at the top of his head, his voice was crazy and sad, like an old wolf who had lost his calf under the moonlight.The voice was a bit like crying, but there were no tears, mixed with hatred and sadness. The beast-like roar mixed with the child's cry, blending indistinctly. Asule leaned against the stone wall, raised his head feebly, and looked at the old man on the boulder.Sitting there like a beast, he has been silent for a long time.Asule was already hoarse from crying, he didn't remember how long he had been crying, nor how long the old man ran like crazy.It's so quiet here now, as if nothing happened. He had some doubts that the old man was dead, because he was as quiet as a stone. Suddenly sharp eyes fell on the top of his head, and the old man turned his head and looked down. This was the first time Asule heard him speak, as if he hadn't talked to anyone for many years, his voice was weirdly out of tune, but extremely majestic. "Your surname...is Pasur? Lu's Pasur family." Asule nodded: "Yes." He saw the old man smile.It was a kind of piercingly sad smile, and he returned to a complete person, his eyes were as pitiful as those old shepherds on the grassland who were about to die. He clutched the wound in his heart, shook it, and fell down.