novelaction Chapter 387 All dead
Chapter 387 All dead
What shocked them was not anything else, but that the little girl who gave Song Nian'er the candied haws had no "face" at all!
To be more precise, there is only the outline of a face, and all the facial features are blurry, making it impossible to see what she looks like.
How is this going?
Jiang Liqian looked at Xu Youan, asking him with her eyes if he knew the reason.
Xu Youan shook his head and whispered, "I don't know what happened either. Maybe after she became a ghost cultivator, she forgot everything about her and her memory is incomplete."
Ah, is that so?
Jiang Liqian turned her head and silently watched the slowly setting sun in the distance, feeling inexplicably empty in her heart.
Song Nian'er should have a very good relationship with her. They are sworn sisters and promised not to forget each other, but in the end... is it that things have changed?
Thinking that Song Nian'er had become a ghost cultivator at the age of six or seven, Jiang Liqian's heart sank.
The two did not stay at the village entrance anymore, but went back to wait for Song Nian'er.
After the neighbor sister left, there was no happy smile on her face anymore. She sat on the small stone block at the door every day, supporting her little chin and waiting for someone to come back from the end of the village path with two strings of candied haws, calling her with a smile, thinking of her sister.
She waited from the end of spring to the arrival of autumn, and from the arrival of autumn to the winter solstice.
The heavy snow fell, covering all the colors at the end of the distant sky. The stream was frozen, the dead leaves on the branches withered, and the last trace of warmth dissipated and retreated with the falling snowflakes.
Between heaven and earth, everything is silent.
Six-year-old Song Nian'er, wearing a thick cotton coat, still sat on the cold and hard stone pier, looking into the distance at the end of the village road.
The village was no different from usual.
The fields and houses were no different from usual.
Today, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the sky.
In the distance, as far as the eye can see, there is a strange yet faintly familiar figure slowly approaching.
She wore a long, ethereal dress, her black hair was tied in a crown, and her waist was covered with a green belt. She had an ethereal appearance. A piece of warm white jade hung between her skirts, making her look like an immortal who had fallen from the sky.
Six-year-old Song Nian'er was stunned.
She hadn't come to her senses until everyone came close to her.
There was a light laugh above her head, and the man half leaned over, still looking the same as she remembered, gently rubbed the top of her head, and stuffed a string of candied haws into her hand.
"Why, you don't even recognize your sister?
"Nian Nian, sister."
Six-year-old Song Nian'er blinked, and suddenly her eyes turned red.
Crystal clear tears fell from her eyes one after another, but she didn't dare to wipe them away, for fear that if she wiped them away, the person in front of her would disappear, and she would have to wait for a long, long time.
The man sighed imperceptibly, squatted down, hugged her tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I really miss you, Nian Nian..."
Song Nian'er hugged her back without eating the candied haws. She pouted and burst into tears.
"sister……
"elder sister……"
Both of them had tears in their eyes and were reluctant to leave, but the neighbor sister still had to go. She left a magic book of exhalation and inhalation to six-year-old Song Nian'er, and told her to practice the exercises according to the book every day.
"Once I complete this mission, I'll come back and take you away. We'll go cultivate together. You have to stay in the village obediently. Don't let me find you when I come back, okay?"
Six-year-old Song Nian'er was about to cry again. She didn't want her to leave.
"Do you really have to leave Nian Nian?"
The man nodded, his movements slight but firm.
The six-year-old Song Nian'er pouted, and was so angry that she didn't want to look at her. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts: "Sister, did you find a bad mother, so you don't want Nian Nian anymore?"
"Of course not!" The person immediately denied it, gently wiping the tears from her little face with a handkerchief. "It's just that something concerns whether Nian Nian can grow up safely. Sister has to go, she must do it."
"Nian Nian is the best. She will definitely understand her sister, right?"
Six-year-old Song Nian'er did not give her an answer.
But she left anyway.
After she left, she never waited for her to come back.
On the day when Song Nian'er was about to celebrate her seventh birthday, the village underwent earth-shaking changes. A silent plague swept through the entire village, first affecting Uncle Zhang's family at the village head, then Granny Liu's granddaughter... People in the village fell one after another, fell ill, died, were put into coffins, and cremated.
Song Nian'er, nearly seven years old, watched helplessly as her beloved parents and relatives perished in this unknown plague. She cried, grieved, and was heartbroken, but could only watch as the villagers carried their bodies out to the back hills for cremation.
Jiang Liqian and Xu Youan watched this human tragedy in the dark and fell silent at the same time.
These are all things that Song Nian'er has experienced. They are all passers-by, powerless and impossible to change.
Suddenly, Jiang Liqian seemed to remember something, lifted her skirt and ran quickly to the end of the village.
Xu Youan darkened his eyes and immediately followed.
Jiang Liqian hurriedly walked around the alley and pushed open the familiar courtyard door with force.
There was no one inside.
The fallen dust in the yard blew the dead vines on the grape rack, the collapsed tables and chairs, and the stone table with a missing corner... It seemed that time had stagnated here for a very long time, leaving only desolation and loneliness.
Jiang Liqian's lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Xu Youan walked up to her from behind and held her cold fingertips.
"Sister, everything here is fake.
"That couple doesn't have a daughter at all. Whether Senior Sister is here or not, they will leave this world at their destined destination."
Jiang Liqian didn't say anything.
She understood the logic, but even if it was all fake, she had truly felt the love they gave her.
After standing in the yard for a long time, Jiang Liqian calmed down and prepared to go back with Xu Youan to wait for Song Nian'er again.
In just a few moments, the entire village became incredibly quiet. Everywhere was silent, not a single human voice was heard. The howling north wind blew through the dark alleys, blew in through the half-open windows, and pounded against the walls, yet no one came to intervene.
The sound of the wind became like the howling of an evil spirit.
The bluestone roads, the stone bridges, the river... all were covered in white copper paper. Coffins, still unburned, lay on the roadside. Yellowed paper money fluttered everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of burning paper money.
This village, once bustling and prosperous, has become a deserted dead city.
Everyone, all the villagers, died.
Jiang Liqian and Xu Youan hurried to find Song Nian'er, but they knew in their hearts that Song Nian'er would become a ghost cultivator when she was six or seven years old, and it was likely... that this plague took her life.
Sure enough, when they found her, her body was already festered and she had fallen to the ground.