Chapter 43 Section Eleven

The old man leaned in a rock gap, looking at the murals on the cave ceiling.He woke up, like a different person, silent and hard. "You've been looking at me like this for a long time, when will you see me again?" He asked hoarsely, looking out coldly.No one answered, and after a while, a small hand stretched out from behind a stalagmite.Several round baked naans rolled over and stopped not far from the old man. The old man looked at the few naans and was silent for a while, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.He kicked the naan with his foot: "I won't eat it, come out, I can't hurt you."

After a while, Asule tentatively moved out from behind the stalagmite. His expression was vigilant, and he stuck to the side of the stalagmite from a distance, only showing half of his face. The old man and the child looked at each other, and Asule flinched and looked away.He was still afraid, even though he knew the old man couldn't hurt him now.After that day, the old man did a very strange thing. He locked himself with the thin iron chains around his wrists one by one.Asule originally thought it was his trick, but after the old man clearly locked himself, he never walked out of the rock gap.He sometimes ate two naans, but he gradually became thinner, and the last trace of blood disappeared from his pale skin. He was like a skeleton covered with skin, only his eyes were still frighteningly bright.

"How old are you?" came the old man's low voice. "Ten years old." "what's your name?" "Asule..." "Changsheng? It's a good name... Where's your father? What's his name?" "Abba's name is... Guo Leer." "Guoler?" The old man laughed softly, "So he's not dead yet." Asule shuddered, he hesitated for a moment: "Grandpa and my dad...do you have any grudges? Is it my dad who locked you here?" "Animation?" The old man was silent for a while, looking at the darkness above his head silently, "I hate him very much, but he also hates me very much. Who can be a good friend for three generations among the people on the grassland? Didn't they all become enemies?"

After being silent for a while, the old man looked down at Asule: "Are you afraid?" Asule nodded. "I don't want to kill you. I just want to kill something...anything." The old man said softly, "but I won't kill you now." "Why...don't kill me?" "Because your surname is Pasur, you have the bronze-colored blood of the Saber-toothed Leopard family." The old man looked at him coldly, "Although you are a timid child." His gaze made Asule unable to breathe, and after a while, he dared to ask: "Grandpa, is there really no way out?"

"Did you go to see the source of that river? That river gushed out of an underground pool, and you were washed out from it. You can't go on that road. But on the other side," the old man pointed The dark and distant shadow on the other side, "There is a door, which was originally the only exit. But when they sealed me in, they had already abolished the lock and sealed the door with copper water." "You can't get out." He was silent for a while, looking down at Asule, "But sooner or later you have to come here, bronze blood, everyone deserves to die here, if you are not lucky enough to die on the battlefield You can go over there and have a look, when you see the bones over there, you have to remember to salute them, these are the heroes of your Pasur family of the Lu clan."

Asule suddenly opened his eyes. Still a nightmare.These days he began to dream about this strange old man, dreaming that he was a warrior in bronze armor, roaring loudly on the highest hillside, and in the mist, an army as bronze as him came silently. He rubbed his face hard, trying to wake himself up quickly.His fingernails were long, and they scratched his face inadvertently.He couldn't hear any sound of water, it was still the season of dry water, and the silence made people feel as barren as the grassland in December, a barren land. He groped along the stone wall, crossed the huge stone pillar connected to the ceiling of the cave, and peeked quietly behind the stone pillar.In that familiar stone crevice, the old man was lying down quietly. Lu Guichen watched for a long time, but there was no movement.

This was the first time he came here to spy on the old man, and he couldn't remember clearly.He didn't know why he kept approaching this dangerous person, but he knew that without this old man, he wouldn't know how to pass the time.Sometimes the deep breathing of the old man made him feel at ease, and he had an inexplicable feeling that he could see a different look in the old man's indifferent eyes.But whenever the old man found that Lu Guichen was looking into his eyes, he would coldly avoid them, and those eyes turned gray again. He looked at it for a long time, but the old man still didn't move.

Asule was a little worried.Ever since he was injured, the old man seemed to be a different person. He sat silently in this rock gap, thinking about something, sometimes Asule heard him muttering something in a low voice, like someone's name.Then he collapsed, as if he was just too tired to rest.He lay there quietly, looking at Asule who was hiding behind the stone pillar from afar.I don't remember when I came here to see him, he buried his head in his arms, and since then, his posture hasn't changed much, as if he was dead. The word "death" floated in his heart, and Asule shuddered.

The fear of loneliness finally overwhelmed the hesitation. He held the blue shark tightly and approached on tiptoe. His heart beat violently, and he felt that the old man would jump up and kill him at any moment. Maybe he was just pretending, just like he was hunting. When that strange fish. Nothing happened, when Asule touched his body tremblingly, he realized that his body was scalding hot.He turned the old man over forcefully, and couldn't help shivering. The wound on the old man's chest was filled with maggots, and white maggots were turning over deep in the wound.The old man held a sharp stone in his hand, with blood on it, as if he once wanted to use this stone to cut off rotten flesh.

"Grandpa... grandpa..." He shook his shoulders in horror. The old man raised his heavy eyelids and silently glanced at Lu Guichen, his gray and dry lips trembled. "Are you afraid?" Asule didn't expect the old man to ask such a sentence.Yes, he knew in his heart that he was starting to be afraid. What he was afraid of was that the old man would die, and he was afraid that he would die silently here alone.He was silent for a while, then nodded vigorously. "I'm also very scared," the old man said in a low voice. "It's the same as you. Why can't I help but want to kill you? I will be even more scared if I kill you. How old was your father when you were born?"

"Forty, forty years old." "Forty years... twenty-four... no, twenty-six years, twenty-six years, I've always been as scared as you. But you can't escape, you will die here alone, this is Your life. The God of Pantar gave you bronze blood, gave you dignity and glory, made you his servant, and he also gave you the most vicious curse. You have no happiness, you only have sorrow, you killed on the battlefield Men who do not submit to you, you take their wives and make them cry, and you cut off the heads of their children, because they will avenge their fathers. But you know that someday you will pay for it yourself, You are afraid all the time, guess when you will die, I should die on the battlefield, my head will be cut off by a real warrior, so my fear will be gone, Aqin Motu will feel that I am A hero, I lie under the dirt, she misses me in the sheepskin tent..." His voice gradually dropped, and the last thing he could hear was a faint call: "Aqin Motu... Aqin Motu..." Asule recalled that this name was the name that had always been on the old man's lips. He felt that this name seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before. He shook the old man's shoulders, but the old man didn't respond. He felt that the body in his arms was as light as a bundle of firewood, which would be scattered at any moment.A few baked naans that were dry and hard were scattered in the corner of the stone crevice. It seemed that the old man hadn't eaten for a long time. "Grandpa... grandpa..." "Aqin Motu... Aqin Motu..." Finally, Asule could not hear any sound, and the silence was chilling.He turned his head to look around, and the endless darkness weighed heavily on his head, as if in a dream that could never wake up. He gripped the hilt of the blue shark's knife tightly, and put the tip of the knife against the old man's throat.He stared at the pale and withered face quietly, his hands trembling slightly.As long as this knife stabs down, the old man will die, with his past and crazy power. After a long time, he suddenly withdrew the blade.He laid the old man flat on the ground, and opened his skirt with the blade.Those wriggling maggots made him want to vomit, and the new muscles rolled blood-red, like a distorted mouth.He took a deep breath, picked up the rotten meat with the tip of the knife, and cut it slowly. I don't know how long it took, Asule tied up the wound with the belt of his underwear, got up panting, and stomped on the ground a few times.What he stepped on was cut carrion, and those soft maggots were trampled into pulp, which made his scalp numb with nausea. He stumbled back a few steps and buried his face in his palms.He didn't know why he did this, and he didn't know where the courage came from. The old man lay there quietly, Asule didn't know if he was alive or dead.He didn't want to see it either, he had done his best. When Asule woke up again, the old man was still lying there. He went over and touched the old man's body, which felt slightly warm.He couldn't help but feel a little happy, looked around, grabbed a dry and hard naan, and took a few bites.When he was the son of ten thousand people, he never thought that such dry and hard naan would have a slightly sweet taste in his mouth.He chewed silently, feeling his stomach gradually warming up. He suddenly remembered, held the old man's head in his arms, pried open his confinement teeth with the blade of the blue shark, and carefully spit the chewed naan mixed with saliva into the old man's mouth. After a long time, he Seeing the old man's mouth move slightly, and then the old man began to swallow hard. Although he didn't open his eyes, Asule knew clearly that he was starting to recover. "Oh... oh..." The old man swallowed his first mouthful, opened his mouth on his back, and let out a low voice in his throat. Asule hastily chewed another mouthful of naan, this time he deliberately chewed it more finely, and spat it into the old man's mouth again.Just mouthful by mouthful, he silently fed, and the old man swallowed silently.He didn't know if he woke up, and he didn't know if he would be grateful for this, and he would no longer point the terrible claws at himself, but he felt warm in his heart. At this time, he felt that the old man was not a terrible monster, he was just a person, even A child, very old, but still a child. "Child of the Bronze Family, you serve the Cangqing Monarch with your life, and you are granted honor and longevity." He suddenly remembered this sentence, which was a blessing given by Dahesa in the name of Pantar God when he was six years old, stroking the top of his head. "The Monarch of Cangqing" is the name of Pantar God, who owns the blue color of the entire sky.At that time, Asule only felt that the sky was so high, deep and far away, that everyone was his child or servant.Under his great power, all people just act according to his will.No matter what kind of hero you are, how many people you have killed, or how many great achievements you have made, you are still a child of the gods. Just like this old man right now. He shook his head in bewilderment. The old man suddenly opened his eyes, although there was only a ray of light, but the light inside was so sharp, Asule almost thought it was all a disguise, he couldn't help but wanted to get up and run away. But he stopped, just for a short moment, the old man's eyes suddenly became distant and blurred.Happiness and relief flashed in his eyes, he began to smile slightly, he stretched out his hand struggling, and gently stroked Asule's cheek. "Aqin Motu...Aqin Motu...it's you, you didn't leave me." He said softly, "I had a terrible dream, and you were not in the dream! Fortunately, it was just a dream... Really ok...i can sleep now..." Then his hand suddenly dropped, and fell powerlessly on his chest. Asule froze for a moment, eagerly checked his breath, only to find that he was just asleep.