Chapter 5 Chapter 3 The Cannibal Girl in the Desert

The little boy Yang Tongye hopped and hopped across the path of the setting sun, past the houses in the village, and returned to his small house. At this time, the sky had already darkened, but Xiaotong's house was empty and dark, with no lights, and no hot cooking smoke like other houses. Children from other people's homes should be sitting around the big table, eating delicious hot meals with their families, lighting warm candles, and laughing. However, in Yangtongye's house, there was only darkness and silence. Xiaotong's mother passed away when he was an infant, and his silent father brought him up alone. Over the years, the father and son depended on each other for their lives. Children from other families drank their mother's milk, but Xiaotong grew up drinking rice soup. My father often said that maybe that was the case. The nine-year-old Yang Tongye was smaller than children of the same age, looking only six or seven years old.

However, Yang Tongye is a strong child, he seldom thinks about those unhappy things, and he seldom envies the lives of other children. It was completely dark at this time, he found a kindling in the rustling house, lit the fire, lit a candle, then found a steamed bun from the kitchen, and put it on the swaying water. He gnawed by candlelight. With the flickering candlelight, he ate while looking at the uneven shadows on the earthen wall, imagining the legends and myths that his grandfather told the story just now, thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile. Xiaotong and his father have lived through such days for many years. His father is a taciturn farmer, ordinary and indifferent, even when he smiles, his face is indifferent.However, in this village, my father's harvest is the best, whether it is a good year or a poor harvest, his harvest will be much better than others.

Another strange thing about my father is that he always goes out to farm when the sun goes down, and doesn’t come back until midnight, which is completely different from the way ordinary villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Also because of this, the little boy's house is so deserted after nightfall, the candlelight is silent, and there is not even an adult. After Yang Tongye finished eating the wotou and drank up the clear water, he flicked out a few seeds from the corner and arranged them on the table, big and small. In the candlelight, the little boy had an eager expression on his face, and flames were shining in the depths of his bright eyes. He arranged several seeds, rubbed his hands together, and then lifted one of the seeds. He also muttered: "Get up! Get up! Get up!"

All of a sudden, the seed seemed to be alive, and began to bloom. With a "boo", like a living thing, a green sprout protruded from it, growing in front of my eyes at an incredible speed. Following the growth of the sprout, the little boy waved his hands mischievously, and kept shouting: "Get up! Get up! Get up..." After a while, the seed had grown into a small tree on the table, without soil and without watering, it just appeared out of nowhere and stood there vigorously. The little boy Yang Tongye climbed up the table mischievously, sniffed the fragrance of the leaves of the small tree, looked around it a few times, and then climbed down the table.

Then, he opened his hands and said solemnly to Xiaoshu: "Okay! Come down!" As soon as the voice stopped, it was strange to say that the small tree seemed to be obedient, the leaves trembled for a while, and then gradually shrunk down like a rewinding lens, the leaves disappeared, the branches disappeared, and returned to the state of buds. In the end, there was also a sound of "boo", the seed skin closed, and the original inconspicuous seed was restored. The little boy Yang Tongye clapped his hands happily, with his palms open, like playing a piano, he kept pointing to a few seeds on the table, and chirped, "Get up! Rise! Fall! Fall! Rise up! ! Fall up!"

And the few seeds on the table seemed to be spiritual, sprouting with his voice, growing with his greetings, and shrinking with his instructions. For a moment, the plain tabletop looked like the most lively little acrobatic troupe. From a distance, it looked like a wild beast with teeth and claws, and it looked very lively. The boy had been playing happily like this for a while, and he didn't feel bored at all. When he was shouting, suddenly, he heard a loud inhalation sound from the window. The little boy Yang Tongye has excellent ears, he turned his head vigilantly, but saw an old man with white beard and hair standing outside the window, he could see clearly, he couldn't help shouting happily: "Grandpa Storytelling!"

Standing outside the window is the old man who told the story, and also the young man who traveled all over the world back then.Although he has traveled all over the world and seen the most peculiar landscapes in the world, he has never seen such an amazing scene like the one in front of him. Just now, in his thatched hut, he saw a strange transparent person beside the boy. On the one hand, he was curious, and on the other hand, he was also worried that the boy might have provoked some kind of ghost. After thinking about it, he followed the boy to the the cottage. Therefore, the scenes of the little boy fumbling out the kindling at home, and sitting at the table gnawing on the corn buns all caught his eyes.

But the most peculiar thing is that at this time the green transparent human figure appeared again, at this moment "it" is still nestled in a corner of the wall, motionless, as if it is asleep, or a dead thing that does not move at all. After a while, when the little boy started playing with the seeds, the emerald green and transparent figure moved.Under the dim light, the old man who told the story saw the "person" standing up slowly, with reddish eyes glowing, standing beside the little boy. And as long as the little boy gave instructions and said "Get up!" the "person" stretched out his slender green fingers and stroked the seeds, and new sprouts burst out from the seeds, and the "person" kept moving, as if pulling, The new shoots are pulled into trees.

In the eyes of the little boy, those green shoots seem to have grown by themselves, but in the eyes of the old storyteller, they are the result of the touch of the weird man's fingers. Everything on that "person" seems to contain endless vitality, as long as it is touched by "it", lush plants will grow. The old man has personal experience of this. He stretched out his finger unconsciously. The fingertip just touched the "person" not long ago, and lush tiny plants grew. But, who is this strange man? The little boy Yang Tongye saw the storyteller grandpa standing in a daze outside the window, so he couldn't help calling him again.

"Storytelling grandpa!" Hearing this, the old man came to his senses and saw the little boy calling him through the window, and the few seeds were still displayed on the table, but just because of this interruption, the green and transparent weirdo turned around wagging his head and returned to the place again. Sitting in the corner of the wall, he remained motionless again. "Come in and sit!" The boy happily ran out the door and pulled the old man into the room. The storyteller looked at the little boy hesitantly, and then at the weird man. "You..." The old man said a little awkwardly: "What kind of game are you playing? It's very fun?"

The boy Yang Tongye smiled happily. "It's nothing. It's a game I found out when I was free. Do you want to play?" As he spoke, he pushed a few seeds to the old man. The old man glanced at the weird man in the corner again, pretending to be casual and said: "You found out the game yourself?" He chuckled and said, "I thought it was that uncle..." As he spoke, the old man pointed at the transparent weird figure in the corner, "...thought it was that uncle who taught you that!" Yang Tongye opened his eyes wide, looked in the direction the old man pointed, and turned his head again, with innocent confusion on his face. "What uncle?" He was confused, but his voice became louder, "You mean grandpa telling stories, why is he an uncle?" The old man was taken aback, but still asked persistently, "You...you didn't see 'others'." The boy Yang Tongye grinned and said, "Others? I don't see any 'others'." The old man thought for a while, and knew that the little boy could not see the transparent green monster, so he scratched his head and smiled, "Yes, yes, yes, Grandpa was wrong." He kept nodding, and he didn't want to continue on this topic In a blink of an eye, I saw the seeds on the table, and couldn't help but ask again: "This trick is very good, can you play other tricks?" The little boy Yang Tongye smiled recklessly: "It's not the same thing! My dad said he can play this kind of game, and my grandpa can also play it, and he said that as long as I grow up, I can play some games." Another new thing." Xiaotong's father is well-known in the village as a good farmer. Although the farming time is different from others, the crops grown in the field are the best. Although the story is told Grandpa and Xiaotong's father are not very familiar, but in I took several photos in the village. The old man was deep in thought, when the silver bell-like voice of a child came to his ears: "Grandpa Storyteller, you are in a daze again." The old man smiled, looked around, and asked casually, "Then... where is your father?" The little boy said: "My father has gone to the fields, the moonlight is very good tonight, he may not come back until later, probably in the middle of the night, right?" The old man coughed slightly. "I...I want to talk to your father about something, take me to your father, okay?" Nine-year-old boy Yang Tongye is a child at heart after all, he likes to be lively, when he heard the old man say this, he nodded hurriedly. "it is good!" Xiao Tong's father's field is near the woods outside the East Village, under the moonlight, the small figure is holding the old man's hand, bouncing along the path. After walking for a while, the old man had a thought, and when he looked back, he found that the transparent green figure was following him, about ten steps away from the boy and the old man, and his walk was still light, as if he was about to fall at any time . The old man also noticed that the little boy likes to touch plants very much. When he encounters grass, trees, and vines, he will reach out to touch them. Looking back, the green monster following him will definitely reach out to touch the places that the little boy has touched. touch. Wherever "it" touches, as long as there are plants, they will suddenly flourish, like wildfire sparks bursting out on the plain. After bypassing a pool of water, we arrived at the east of the village. The little boy led the old man into a grove. After passing the grove, a flat field opened up in front of us. Under the moonlight, the crops on the field swayed with the wind, insects chirped, and the sound of frogs croaked all around. On a field far away, there stood a farmer of medium stature. The old man quietly approached with the little boy, and as soon as he got closer, he saw the scene in Tanaka clearly, and couldn't help but startled again. Because, in the very center of the field, there is also a huge transparent human figure at this time! Under the moonlight, the old man could clearly see the huge human figure. The appearance of "it" is somewhat similar to the figure beside the little boy, but its stature is much larger, and it is already similar to the figure of the legendary giant. And the body of this "person" is also tall and slender, with a dark green luster on its body, like vines and bamboo joints. The field where Xiaotong's father was standing was planted with vegetables, sweet potatoes, radishes and other crops. I could only see the huge human figure walking back and forth in the field, his movements were light and dancing, and his long hands and feet were dancing in the night sky, like It is a water plant in the water, and it is also like a big tree swaying in the wind. Then, the giant's gesture changed slightly, and he lowered his waving arm, brushing it over the crops in the field. This movement continued several times, and the air seemed to be full of magical atmosphere. In the warm spring night breeze, There was a slight tremor in the field... Then, the crops in the field started to move and dance on the ground as if they were alive. The red radishes are like orderly dancers, swaying in a horizontal line.The khaki sweet potatoes lifted off the ground in unison, floating about a foot above the ground.And a few green vegetables are on the field, jumping forward like rabbits. The huge transparent human figure is like a busy conductor. While dancing his own dance, he has to flick the crops. As long as any crop is slightly slow, the fingers will feel full of energy. Generally, dancing vigorously again. The old man opened his eyes wide, looking at this strange and interesting scene, but he heard the little boy's praise in a low voice. "Wow! Those vegetables and radishes can dance!" As soon as these words came out, the old man's heart twitched again, and he couldn't help but look back at the other transparent figure.He knew that the father and son in front of him must have a very strange origin, accompanied by this strange green human figure, but the strangest thing was that the little boy seemed to be unable to see this green human figure. At this moment, the green giant in the field was dancing properly Vigorously, the movements are great, but the little boy turns a blind eye and only sees the crops dancing on the field. Gradually, the dancing postures of the transparent giants on the field also slowed down. It was obviously coming to an end, and the movements of the dancing crops also gradually slowed down and returned to their original static state. It's just that after such "activities", each crop becomes bigger in size and reveals a very beautiful and rich luster. It seems that such a "dance" is really good for the growth of plants. No wonder the boy's father can always grow the best crops. After the dance of the last sweet potato also stopped, the green giant also stopped dancing, walked slowly to a corner of the field ridge, sat down like another transparent figure, and remained still. The little boy chuckled and ran towards his father. Xiao Tong's father was taken aback when he saw the child appearing, but when he was about to reprimand him, he saw an old man standing not far away. "Grandpa who tells the story!" He nodded and called the old man politely. Under the moonlight, the three of them sat on the floor and told stories. Grandpa and Xiaotong's father had a very speculative conversation.During the conversation, the old man learned that Xiao Tong's father was just an ordinary farmer, and he knew nothing about his unique farming ability.Moreover, like Xiaotong, he couldn't see the green figure that really controlled the plants, and only thought it was a strange power that was generally invisible. It is said that this is a unique ability of their family. Xiaotong's grandfather has this ability, and even the ancestors have the same strange instinct.But where does this instinct come from?Why did it appear in their family?But no one can explain it. The old man who told the story thought for a while, and then told the boy's father about the green transparent figure he saw.Unexpectedly, he didn't feel any surprise. "I've heard my father say this too," Xiaotong's father said with a soft smile, "Although we can't see it, we all know that such an ancestor god is protecting us. Everything in our Yang family is under the protection of this ancestor god." under." He lifted a branch and drew a figure on the ground. The old man poked his head to look, then turned his head to look at the two green transparent human figures curled up nearby, one big and one small, one east and the other sitting motionless. As for the appearance drawn by Xiaotong's father, the two transparent human figures are indeed somewhat similar. "People in our Yang family know the appearance of the ancestor god, and the name of our ancestor god is 'Houji'." "Houji?" the old man wondered. "According to the legend of our ancestors, this ancestor god is one of the famous great gods in ancient times. He is as famous as Nuwa, Houyi, Gun, and Yu Qiang. But for some reason, he became the ancestor god who guards our family." After hearing what he said, the old man nodded, feeling in his heart that the origin of this green transparent giant may not be so simple.He has seen a lot in his life, and although he may not know the answer to many things, he will form an intuition in his heart. At this moment, when he was thinking about the relationship between the little boy Yang Tongye's family and the Hulk, for some reason, he thought of another strange picture. Back then, he had witnessed the terrifying sight of traveling merchants being swallowed up by strange beasts in the yellow sand on the plains of the desert.Flesh and blood flew everywhere, liver and intestines scattered. However, in the vortex of the yellow sand, the figure of the ant-like beast is also like a huge transparent light and shadow. But in the middle of the light and shadow, there is a handsome and indifferent girl... For some reason, the earth-yellow scene on the desert of death always reminded him of the two green and transparent people "Houji" in front of him.