Chapter 20 Section 12

Lan Yue'er didn't know how many days she had been lying on the bed, she had no strength to scream, her lips were scorched, she was no different from a dead person.One night, the eldest mother propped her head up with a pillow, held a bowl in her hand, and said uncertainly, "Hey, drink this down." Suddenly, she smelled blood, not her own blood, but the blood of animals, including birds and bats.The eldest mother slowly poured the bowl of blood into her mouth, and the mouthful of blood was like nectar.She trembled all over, desperately trying to dry the remaining blood on her lips, and wanted to drink more.The eldest mother fed her another bowl, and this time, she was no longer unsure, but fed her accurately mouthful by mouthful.

"I didn't spit it out!" She heard the eldest mother yell, as if she had finally found a way to save her. After that day, the eldest mother fed her that kind of blood three times a day and told her, "This is blood-enriching medicine, you bleed too much." She saw tears of hope in those mysterious eyes. She wasn't bleeding anymore, but was still weak and dizzy.One night, she saw a shadow come to her bedside, looking at her quietly, with sad eyes, she recognized it as Dan Mengsan. He smiled, took out a small knife from his pocket, and cut a wound in the palm of his hand, blood came out.He immediately put that hand on her lips, and the blood slowly dripped into her mouth.If the eldest mother feeds her nectar, but what Meng San feeds her is living water for life.She grabbed the hand in both of hers and sucked greedily.

"They said you bled a lot," he told her, his voice thin and sad. She nodded while sucking, her eyes filled with tears. When she had finished, he took out a handkerchief and wiped away the blood on her lips and chin.The injured hand clenched its fist and trembled slightly. Every night, Dan Mengsan sneaked in, walked to her bedside, cut a new wound on the old wound on the palm of his hand with a knife, and fed her with his blood.Every time he came, her face became paler, but she gradually turned red. One evening, she was lying on the bed, but Meng San shuffled to her bedside.His face was paler than usual, she blinked and smiled at him, he smiled at her, quietly took out the knife from his pocket, and prepared to make another wound on the palm of his hand, she grabbed his hand holding the knife, Shaking his head, he stopped him from saying, "I'm much better."

"You're still weak," he told her. "Your face looks more natural than mine," she said. "I'm strong," he said with a smile, throwing up one arm. "Let me see your hands," she said to him, propping herself up on the pillow. He put his hands behind his back hesitantly. "Show me," she repeated. He had to stretch out both hands, but still clenched his fists.She pulled his fingers away, and saw a deep scar on the two pale palms. "How do you play the piano? What if you hurt your tendons." She said sadly. "It will be fine soon." He retracted his hand and said.

"Did they go ashore to play?" she asked him. He nodded. "Then why don't you go?" she asked, looking at him. He is silent.He never knew how to lie.His hands were so weak that he couldn't play well for several nights.The eldest mother thought he was unwell and asked him to stay on the boat to rest. "Is it because of an injured hand that you can't play the piano?" She asked him. "They all want to hear you sing, but the audience is disappointed that they can't see you." But Meng San changed the subject. "I thought I would never be able to sing with you again." She smiled weakly and asked again, "Which riverbank have we reached?"

"It's still the original river bank. The big mother is afraid that you will get seasick, so the boat has been parked here." He replied. "Are we still in that little town with the gray church on the hill?" She woke up like a dream, thinking that many days had passed. "And you said it looked like a big gray rattle, especially when the church bells were ringing," he told her. When she could get out of bed, she really wanted to see it.Since she started performing in tents with the song and dance troupe a year ago, she has been to several small towns, and this one is the most beautiful.

Singing is her destiny, and it is destiny that sends her on this swan boat that echoes with singing.She would have been in Blossom Magic, maybe there as a shepherd's wife, and that romantic childhood dream has been washed away by the torrential flood.Over the years, she sometimes thinks of Yan Guxing and his premature death. When I met Dan Mengsan for the first time on the boat, he reminded her of Yan Guxing, but their tastes were completely different.Yan Guxing's body smelled of soil and grass, but in her memory, it gradually turned into the smell of the world.But what Meng San carries on her body is the smell of one's own skin, lonely and desolate.

She loves Dan Mengsan, just like a younger sister loves her kind brother, what a sincere feeling that is. She looked at a plate of jujube cakes placed beside the bed, which Beibei specially made for her in case she was hungry. "You can eat some, Beibei said it is for blood." She said in the tone of a sister ordering her brother. "You don't eat." He asked her. "I have no appetite," she answered him weakly. But Mengsan picked up a piece of jujube cake, ate it slowly, and coaxed her, "If you don't eat, how can you have the strength to go back to the tent with us to sing?"

The eldest mother made many beautiful singing shirts for her, and she thought she would never have the chance to wear them again.The singer who came on stage for the first time was a little bit stage fright, but she was not at all, as if singing was her bounden duty.Sometimes, she would think of the night when Yan Guxing and Yan Guxing watched the stars in the tent. In her memory, even the small village with a demonic atmosphere seemed to be coated with a layer of colorful phantoms.It's a pity that the big tent of the song and dance troupe is very beautiful, and there are no holes where you can see the stars.

At this time, the bell of the gray church came from the mountain, like a call from heaven: "The bell is ringing." She said to Dan Mengsan. However, the voiceless voice of the church could not save her. In the middle of the night that night, she suddenly felt the blood vessels in her whole body tremble wildly, and an evil voice roared out of her, like a man's voice, but also like a woman's voice, saying to her: "Get up! Get up!" She lifted the quilt obsessively, and saw the eldest mother sleeping on a temporary bed on the other side of the cabin, as if she was lethargic.She got out of bed, put on a cloak that lay nearby, and stumbled out of the room.

The swan boat was parked on the bank without the bridge deck, and she stepped on the air, and instead of falling into the river, she landed on the ground like a cat.She staggered forward, walking barefoot through the reeds that were as tall as a person, walked through a gloomy ancient tomb, and crossed a barren thornbush, without bleeding from her feet, and then she walked into a wild forest. A gust of wind swept across the sky, and she could hardly stand still. The hood on her head was blown away, and her long hair was blowing to her face.At this time, a heavy rain came down, the color of the rain was like blood, and it gave off a stench, it was the blood of crows.Dead crows rained down, covering the weeds in the forest and blocking her feet. She backed away in fright. The blood rained on her face and into her eyes. Her eyes turned pale in the darkness. Bright as a leopard. The owl on the tree screamed, its eyes were bulging, the red rain kept falling, the branches trembled in the strong wind, and their roots showed fear.She was frightened and shouted: "Who is it?" A surly laugh rose from the darkness, but she could see nothing.The dead crow stopped falling, but remained red like blood. "Rebirth of the God King!" A male voice shouted in an extremely awe-inspiring tone. The voice seemed to be shouting from behind a hideous old tree, but it was invisible and instantly shattered into thousands of echoes. "God is replacing her blood!" A female voice called out from behind another more ferocious old tree in a joyful tone, and it also shattered into echoes that sent chills down the spine. "It's a pity that she is a woman." The male voice said gloomyly. "But she is better than hundreds of billions of men!" the female voice shouted proudly. "Family love! What an excellent soul!" the male voice shouted. "Excellent blood is all over her body." The female voice was sharp and flattering. "Who are you?" Lan Yue'er shouted. "We are your servants." The male voice became subdued. "You are our master." The female voice chanted, almost groaning. The old tree suddenly grew a tongue and shouted: "Queen! Queen!" The weeds in the forest grew terrifying female faces and shouted: "Yesterday you were a mortal, today you are a queen." "You are the vampire queen!" The male voice trembled in fear. "Is the taste of blood as delicious as the sweet spring?" A female voice oozes out in the darkness. A three-headed boa constrictor coiled around an old tree, its three heads biting each other, howling terribly. "I'm not! I'm not!" Lan Yue'er bent her knees, fell to the ground and cried, "I'd rather die and go to hell." "There is nothing dead and nothing is immortal." The male voice said in a solemn tone. "Endless and no heaven." The female voice read out slowly. "There is only one thing." The male voice spit out each word. "Fearless and fearless, only rely on your own strength." The wind died down, and the female voice echoed in the darkness. "There is nothing else but him." The male voice was eccentric, like a slave's tone. "Only darkness..." The female voice revealed fear. "It's all hidden in the darkness." The male voice echoed. "Everything will be immortal!" the female voice sang wildly. "You are the King of Eternal Life! The Lord of Darkness!" The male voice announced, and every word came out fiercely through the teeth. "No! I'm not! I'm not a vampire!" Lan Yue'er fell on the ground and cried.But she clearly felt an evil fire burning in her heart, burning her whole body.She was so thirsty and wanted to drink a mouthful of blood. At this moment, she would even kill a person to drink his blood. The cold red rain hit her, sounding like a heavy heart, the wild woods returned to silence, she slowly raised her face, and saw a tall figure standing in front of her, opening a red umbrella to shield her from the rain .She recognized that it was the ghost of her mother Zi Ruolan. People don't grow old after death, Bai Ruolan is still as young as before, wearing the white crepe skirt she loved before, looking at her daughter with tears. "Mom!" Lan Yue'er yelled, with bitterness welling up in her eyes. Zi Ruolan helped her up. "Am I a vampire?" Lan Yue'er asked her mother excitedly, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry for you." Bai Ruolan said painfully. "Nonsense!" Lan Yue'er's voice was full of anger, and roared, "I'm not a vampire!" "When you were born, you were just like other children. I never thought that this day would finally come." Bai Ruolan said with a sigh. Bai Ruolan deeply blamed herself for the sins she committed, and she couldn't forgive herself.She actually thought that running away could change this sad fate.She once wanted to abort the fetus in her belly, but because she couldn't bear it, she thought that secular religion could save this innocent child.She wishfully hoped that the child she gave birth would shed her blood, but she was so stupid that she never thought that another kind of blood would be thousands of times more arrogant than her blood.Back then, she did not hesitate to die in pursuit of a transcendent love, but why did she want her own daughter to bear the result of her willfulness? "It's my fault." Bai Ruolan said with tears in her eyes. "Impossible! How could I be a vampire!" Lan Yue'er said desperately, but she would never forget that she was the only one who survived the plague in her hometown. "You are the child of a human and a vampire, and the God King is your father." Bai Zhilan said her sins sadly. "Who is the God King?" Lan Yue'er asked hoarsely. Bai Ruolan took a step back, and said in a trembling voice, "The king of gods is the king of vampires." "You tell him to come out to see me!" Lan Yue'er roared in the rain. "I don't know where he is!" Bai Ruolan said in a hurt voice. On that day fifteen years ago, at dawn, she ran away quietly, because she was afraid that he would find out that she didn't bring anything on her body. She kept walking during the day, but at night she heard the wind and trembled all over, thinking that he was chasing her.After that day, she never saw him again.Maybe he hated her too much.He will not forgive a wife who betrayed him.Until the day she died, she still missed him. "Crazy! Whore! How dare you sleep with a vampire! I hate you both! Go away! I don't want to see you again!" Lan Yueer spat at her mother's ghost. The sad and guilty ghost gradually disappeared, leaving only a red umbrella floating in the rain. Lan Yue'er pulled the red umbrella on her head and half crawled and half ran in the woods, not knowing where she wanted to go.A hare jumped out from behind a tree, and she caught it with one hand, as fast as lightning.The frightened hare struggled desperately in her hands, and she crouched with her feet spread apart, watching the poor little animal whine.Her eyes turned red, and she grabbed the hare's neck tightly, showing her teeth, trying to tear it open and drink its hot blood. Suddenly, she trembled all over, she was afraid of herself. She is not her, she is already a monster.She let go of her hand slowly, and the hare slipped away from her. She stood up miserably, and saw a big rattle on the mountain.