Chapter 13 rumored dark gift

As usual, he dragged his tired feet home. The cheese he sold in the neighboring villages was not as good as expected, and he looked very old because of depression and exhaustion. He wasn't really old, he was about forty and shriveled.It's the wrinkled, dirty skin that makes him look much older than he really is. I don't know where the rumors came from, saying that there was a plague in his village, which made his milk and cheese seriously unsalable.It's no use blaming anything these days, what weird things haven't happened?Rumors are just a drop in the bucket. The land was originally quite fertile. Although the winter was long and the summer was short, the aquatic plants grew luxuriantly, and a small amount of crops could grow for half a year. The life of the whole village was quite prosperous.

Once upon a time, after a war, everything changed, corpses were scattered all over the field, and the remaining villagers tried to rebuild the village, but after several farmers were killed by thieves in the fields, it was declared ruined. Those who could not resist repaired the fence one by one, shutting themselves in a barren and dark place.And capable people with swords and guns ran rampant outside, burning, killing and looting. He sighed. He thought life would resume after the war ended, but he didn't expect it to be even more bitter. He still has a lot of headaches! ... The small farm needs money, and if it can't be raised, the only cow will be taken to cover the debt, and maybe all the chickens will be taken, too.

He stopped for a short rest, and took a leather jug ​​to his mouth to drink.His feet were swollen and painful, mostly bruised. The night quietly covered up, as if chasing him, he thought, maybe he didn't have time to get home before dark, if he knew that he would not be able to sell more after waiting for so long and talking to so many buyers, he might as well leave earlier. He thought of his hard-working wife. His wife was a short, thin woman, naturally weak, and exposed to cold at every turn.She helps him make cheese at home, manages the housework, and never complains.They were very happy when they gave birth to a child the year before last, but immediately began to worry about their livelihood.

A gust of wind blew, and the already low temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. He shivered, but decided to get up and hurry. As soon as he took a step, he was hit in the chest by something. With a cry, the woven bag on his back fell to the ground, and the cheese he depended on was scattered all over the ground. He felt a pain in his chest, and blood sprayed from his mouth. In a daze, he knew that someone had rummaged through his belt and found out all the profits he made during this trip. "Tsk! There are only three copper coins! Bah!" He heard a rough man's voice.

"Unlucky! After waiting here for two days, I robbed a poor man!" "..." Then he fell into darkness, and the voices in the night gradually moved away from him. What was the opportunity for him to open his eyes again? He saw a dark figure in front of his eyes, which looked like a child.He thought it was the robber who had just hurt him, and anger surged in his heart.But this anger made him cough loudly like a bear, and his mouth was full of the smell of blood. "You are dying," said the boy in black. no!Not those robbers, his voice is very immature, although he is dying, he can still distinguish it.

"You are dying, do you want me to save you?" said the voice as beautiful as an angel. He forgot whether he had said "yes" and lost consciousness in an instant.When he opened his eyes again, it was still night, he thought he was dead, but he was alive. He sat up and found that the young child was sitting under a dead tree not far from him.The child's face was beautiful and flawless, and he didn't feel at all that he was human.He said, "What's going on?" "...You ran into a thief, that's it." The beautiful child raised his head, motioning him to look at the ground.

His wife's hard-earned cheese was left on the ground and trampled on, leaving a mess.He yelled "Wow", and jumped down to pick it up. It was useless, the cheese had been mixed with the cold mud, and he suddenly burst into anger. "It's useless for you to be angry! Human beings are like this. They provoke wars or plunder at will... If you encounter them, you have to consider yourself unlucky." The young man's voice was indifferent. He knelt on the ground without speaking.Suddenly, he remembered, is he dead or alive?He raised his head suddenly and looked at his chest again.

No wounds?Could it be that what just happened was a dream?Did he fall and spill the cheese all over the floor? "Now you are not considered alive, but you are not dead either." The young man stood up and said to him: "I'll give you time to do what you want, and then...you must come here to find me, and I will take you to meet the master who gave you a new life, and you will do things for him from now on." He stared blankly at the young man without speaking. "But... you have to be careful, your appearance is very different from before, it's better not to appear in front of your family."

Very different from before?He didn't understand these words, and unconsciously touched his face, only to find that his hands were huge, with hair on the back of his hands and sharp nails. He was taken aback, and then when he was taking pictures of the water in the mountain spring, he was even more taken aback. Two huge horns grew on his head, his forehead was protruding, and the teeth in his mouth became sharper, curved, longer and exposed, and his body became stronger. Although he was still thin and thin, he was extremely tough. deflated. He found that he was extremely powerful, and he was eager to return home. When he was running, the wind was rustling beside him, and he knew it was because of his extremely fast speed.

Soon, he arrived at the door of the house, and there was a faint light from the gap of the small wooden window. He knew familiarly that the stove must be burning wood. Passing the cowpen, he didn't see the cow, and there were only a few chicks left in the flock.He knew that he should have slept for a day or even more than one day, delaying his return home. He leaned against the door, wanted to knock but didn't dare, he turned into a big monster, what would happen to his wife if she saw him? He suddenly shed tears and let out a loud nasal noise, which startled the people in the room.

"Husband?" He heard his wife call out inquiringly.He dared not make a sound. "Husband? Is that you?" He heard his wife's footsteps approaching the door, and couldn't help but say: "Wait, don't open the door!" he said. "Did the East Village take the cattle?" "...Yes." She said through the door, "Don't stay outside, it's too cold, come in and talk." "No...don't open the door." "Husband! What's wrong with you?" She felt that something was wrong, and pushed the door open forcefully. There is nothing outside the door, only the cold wind swirls.There was a voice in the night wind, as if to say: "Don't worry, I will find a way..." He found the young man in black, and he was waiting for him there. "...Tell me! What's going on?" He said with blood and tears on his face, with an angry face, "Why did I become like this?" "You were attacked and robbed by bandits, and you were killed. I'll bring you back to life, that's all." "What are you? Why do you have this ability?" The boy in black didn't speak, and black wings emerged from his back. "You are...an angel?" The man was full of anger, rushed over and grabbed the black angel's neck, and said, "You...you have the ability, why don't you save the poor people? Why do you let the strong do what they want?" He pushed the black angel with all his strength, but he didn't move, he swung his backhand and dragged him to the ground. "That's not what you're concerned about, is it?" said the Black Winged Angel. "Do you want to know where those robbers are? I can tell you." The man who turned into a monster got up from the ground, looking at the black angel with blood and tears on his face.Another day later, he came back from a remote village on the other side of the mountain.As if he didn't know how tired he was, he ran home across the mountains. He severely killed the bandit group of dozens of people, so that they would not harm others everywhere.He packed all the property they looted in a sack. He was sure that the weight was dozens of times heavier than the cheese and milk he used to carry, but at this moment he couldn't feel any weight. In this way, he took advantage of the night to carry those belongings and ran towards his broken hut on the mountain. He piled all his belongings at the door of his house, enough money for his wife to live a good life.He stood in front of the door, weeping with his head bowed. Suddenly two hands hugged him from behind, he was startled, and almost accidentally crushed those delicate hands. "Husband...what's the matter with you?" He heard his wife tremblingly asking, "how...how did you become like this?" He didn't know what to say, maybe he was rushing home all the way, trying to give these survival money to his wife, and then report to his new owner - thinking about these things that made him sad all the way, so he didn't pay attention To his wife feeding the last chicks they had left outside the door. He also reached out to hug his wife, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear that his powerful arms would accidentally crush his wife. He suddenly felt unable to leave her and the two-year-old child behind.After weeping for a while, he gently pushed away his wife, whose eyes were red from crying, and turned to the empty cowpen, took out a saw he usually used to repair fences, put it on his head, and wanted to cut the Saw off the giant horn. As soon as he pulled the saw, a pain in his head that was almost unbearable, he wailed, and his wife turned pale with fright. "Stop sawing!" cried his wife. Blood spurted relentlessly from the top of his head, and when the rough sound stopped, a giant horn on one side of him fell. He hugged his head tightly in pain, and his wife hugged him distressedly, saying: "Quick! Stop the bleeding!" He was weeping, and wanted to saw off the other huge horn, when a voice said: "Don't saw it! You saw it off in pain, and it will grow back tomorrow." It was the angel in black.He stood in front of the bullpen, looking at them in the dark. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But..." He broke down in tears and said to the black angel, "I... just can't let them go..." The black angel's purple-blue pupils were shining, he didn't speak, and looked straight and coldly at the kneeling man on the ground. "I'm sorry... I can't abandon their mother and child... As long as I live... I hope... I can take care of them..." The black angel didn't say anything, and there was a sound of flapping wings, and there was nothing left in the dark night.Returning to the White Palace in the Sealed Realm, the master of the black angel Hulier is waiting for him. "How is it? Hulier?" His master asked with a smile on his lips, resting his chin on his hand. "...Sorry! Please punish me, my lord." He knelt down. "I'm still wondering when you will encounter a bottleneck?" Satan Ye smiled, asked him to get up, and said, "What? Is that person different from other monsters?" "He cut off one of his horns with a saw in order to stay with his wife in the human world." Satan Ye was taken aback, frowned, and said, "Oh——that will be quite painful!" "Yes, I want to... May I ask my lord, is there any other way to eliminate the pair of giant horns?" "There is a way..." Satan Ye stood up and said, "It's rare for me to be in a good mood today, but some human beings are willing to do this for the sake of their wives and children... I'm surprised. Human beings are greedy monsters, so they drink the soul After the crystal water, you will have that extraordinary destructive power." "My lord!" "Take it as a gift from me to him! However, the horns can be removed, but the fangs and other characteristics of monsters can't even be dealt with by me. His wife or neighbors should not be frightened by his infinite strength. .” Hulier laughed. If his family didn't mind his fangs, or how he looked, what did it matter if he had great strength?