Chapter 45 Section IX

When the snow stopped, Lan Yue'er walked out of the cell and called out to Night Breeze.The wind came to pick her up, and the bat flew towards her, flapping its wings dejectedly.It didn't find the vampire clown. "Impossible." She murmured.Even if he leaves Lecheng, Fu'er will find him.What's more, he couldn't go far. Unlike her, he could call Night Breeze. She hurriedly flew towards Fenglin, where there was only the strange sound of the wind.She crossed the reed field covered with snow, and the silver light of the moon shone on the snow, and there was no clown face in it.After that, she came to an ancient tomb with a round dome, and smelled the rotten smell of blood.She landed outside the tomb, went inside to check, and found a fading pool of black blood, a pile of ashes, and a giant spider with an upturned belly and yellow foam hanging from its mouth, as if it had been abused before it died.There were signs of a fight on the stone wall, and there was the footprint of a big-toed shoe.

"Who found the clown one step earlier than me, and where did he hide him." She murmured in her heart, regretting letting him escape last night.Whether he is dead or alive, she will find him no matter what. However, she searched every piece of land in Lecheng, but couldn't find the clown.She flew towards Fangxin Bridge in frustration, wanting to think about it.In mid-air, she saw a figure moving on the bridge.The bat flapped its wings excitedly and flew ahead of her. She landed silently behind that figure, unable to believe her eyes.Yan Guxing turned around and saw her, and jumped up in fright.

"How did they let you out?" she asked with surprise. "The vampire has been caught," he told her with a smile, as if from a nightmare.His clothes had been changed, his beard was clean, and he was holding a lantern in his hand, trying to find her. "Who caught the vampire?" she was puzzled. "It's the monk who read the exorcism to me in the karaoke hall." He said. She was even more puzzled.She had seen the old monk, and he didn't look like he had any powers. "As soon as you left, the cultivator sent the vampire's body to the cell in an ox cart. He really wore my clothes and dressed up like a clown. The blood that flowed from his chest was black, and he had two fangs. So the 'I love song officer' let me go," he told her, his face brightening.

"He's dead, no wonder I can't find him," she thought to herself.It wasn't until this moment that she realized that the vampire didn't have any smell after it died, as if it had never been alive.When the truth came out, she should be happy, but she was also a little sad, as if seeing the death of a similar kind.Who can guarantee that one day it won't be her?Her blood might also be black. She fell into deep thought until Yan Guxing held her hand and said, "Come inside quickly, there is a person waiting for you." "Who is waiting for me?" She asked with a smile, seeing the joyful look on his face, it seemed that someone very important had arrived.

She followed Yan Gu into the house, and saw an old man standing by the fire with his back to them, with gray hair wrapped around him in a gray cloak, and leaning on a yew cane in his hand. "Uncle." Yan Guxing called. The old man turned around slowly, his face was as cold as a rock, and he was covered in travel dust, with a green bird on his shoulder.The old man's half-blind eyes looked directly at Lan Yue'er, and there was a sense of righteousness around his eyes. She shrunk her face under the hood, avoiding the old man's gaze, smelling the mutton on him. "He is the uncle who raised me, the old shepherd I mentioned to you." Yan Guxing stood among them excitedly, and said to the old shepherd, "Uncle, she is Lan Yue'er."

She gave the old man a slight nod, measuring him with a small smile.The old man didn't smile back. The bird on his shoulder looked familiar. She seemed to have seen it before, but she didn't remember seeing such a bird.Xiaoniao is not like the old man, he looks at her with a kind of gentle eyes. "I'm so happy today, my two dearest people are by my side." Yan Guxing said with a smile like a child. "You're hungry," Lan Yue'er said to Yan Guxing, "I'll make some side dishes for you." She turned around and hurried into the kitchen without looking at the old man.The old man's gaze disturbed her, and she wanted to be alone.

In the kitchen, she took off her hood, grabbed the pheasant that had been raised for a few days, and blew on the fire to heat it up, and put a clay pot full of water on it, ready to stew meat .She twisted the neck of the pheasant, plucked the feathers, opened the chest, removed the internal organs, and washed the dirty blood.At this time, the bat was hanging upside down in front of the window, and she waved her hand, asking it to go back to the swan boat first.Something was wrong here, the old shepherd was not like ordinary shepherds, his eyes were bad, but he seemed to be able to see through her, and the yew crutch in his hand was shining brightly, shrouding a murderous look.As she rubbed salt, oil, wine, and maple syrup on the pheasant, she couldn't remember where she'd seen the little bird.The water in the pot boiled, and she threw in the pheasant, carrots and radishes, sweet potatoes, and a bay leaf.The old man is Yan Guxing's benefactor, no matter what, she has to treat him better.

When she brought out the food and wine, Yan Guxing and the old shepherd were sitting at the table. Yan Guxing was talking intensely, and the old shepherd was sitting with his back to her.She guessed him quietly, the bird on his shoulder suddenly turned around and gave a peek, looking at her with a somewhat silly look. She tried to avoid the eyes of the old shepherd, and put the dishes in front of them. "Eat slowly," she said. "Why don't you eat with us?" Yan Guxing asked her. "I'm not hungry." She said with a small, cramped smile. "She ate very little, I really don't know what she ate to grow up." Yan Guxing said to the old shepherd, his face was full of happiness.

The old shepherd's eyes were dark, and the yew cane in his hand knocked on the floor intentionally or unintentionally. The sound echoed in the room, like chanting an exorcism spell. People heard nothing, but Lan Yue'er felt dizzy. "Use it slowly, uncle." She hurried away, hid in the kitchen, opened the window, took a deep breath, let the cold wind caress her face, the feeling of dizziness slowly dissipated, but her heart sank.The old shepherd seemed to know her identity.Will he tell Yan Guxing?Could it be that he killed the clown?That yew cane seemed to have just gone on a killing spree.

A small puddle of pheasant blood remained on the chopping board, and she scribbled in the blood with her fingers, filled with fear, not the fear of death, but the fear of parting. Across the wall, Yan Guxing told the old shepherd the story of the farewell while eating. "Uncle, I thought you were dead. Where have you been all these years?" he asked the old shepherd. "I went to get medical treatment." The old shepherd replied, putting the crutch aside, his cold face softened a lot. "Has it been cured?" Yan Guxing asked with concern. The old shepherd patted his chest and said, "This disabled body can still be used for a few years, but the eyes are not good enough."

"Uncle, stay and live with me, don't leave again." He missed the old man and understood the feeling of loneliness. "If you are willing to stay, Yue'er will be very happy." He said, afraid that the old shepherd would hinder them if he stayed. The old shepherd didn't answer, but looked at Yan Guxing with compassionate eyes.This child was brought up by him, and now he is his only relative.In the past, he couldn't calculate Yan Guxing's fate, and it's the same today.He had come to take him away from the vampire hiding in the kitchen. "We can raise sheep again," Yan Guxing said excitedly, "There is a hillside nearby that is covered with green grass." The old shepherd smiled and said, "I have forgotten how to raise sheep." "You said that the sheep will raise themselves." Yan Guxing said, smiling, getting more and more drunk, thinking that he could be with the two dearest people in his life in the future. "If those sheep escaped, I don't have the strength to chase them back now." The old shepherd shook his head and said. "Yue'er can!" Yan Guxing said, "When she sings, the sheep will come back. You have never heard her sing. If you have, you will never want to leave again." The old shepherd was silent, picked up a radish on the table and fed it to the bird on his shoulder.After a while, the old shepherd asked Yan Guxing, "Are you still listening to me?" "Of course I listen. I was raised by my uncle. Uncle, what do you want to tell me?" Yan Guxing asked with a smile, but his eyes were already drunk. At this moment, Lan Yue'er suddenly came out of the kitchen with a jug of wine. "I warmed up some wine," she said, refilling the wine for both of them, and for the first time cast her pleading eyes on the old shepherd.She didn't know what he was going to say to Yan Guxing, but she just vaguely felt that it was not good for her. There was no expression on the old man's face. "Uncle will live here." Yan Guxing told Lan Yue'er with a smile. "Then we can serve uncle well in the future." She said softly, her eyes turned to the old man's wrinkled face again, trying to please him, and she was speaking the truth. Then, turning away, she threw the stick into the fire. "Uncle, what do you want to say to me?" Yan Guxing asked. The old shepherd glanced at the back figure by the fire, thought for a while, and said nothing. "I have forgotten." The old shepherd said with a smile. Lan Yue'er breathed a sigh of relief, and poked the fire with a piece of wood to make it burn hotter, then went back to the kitchen and waited there, not knowing what to wait for.Time seems to never end.She switched to the wall, listening to Yan Guxing and the old shepherd talking outside.In the house of the man she loved, she suddenly felt that she was living like a shadow, unable to look directly at the light.