Walking on the simple bluestone road in the countryside, everyone was silent.

Originally, Mei Lindong was still full of anger, but looking at this lifeless and desolate mountain village, looking at some sparse villagers sitting in their homes like lonely ghosts, looking at those people who seemed to have been blown away by the wind. The thatched house would collapse, and she couldn't help but fall silent.

Everything is so primitive, so simple, so poor and even a little pitiful.

Because they have no time to enjoy life and live so exquisitely. To outsiders, their twenties and thirties are the peak of their prime, but they are already sluggish, sleeping more and less awake, and living in a state of confusion day after day. .

There is no hope, no vitality, and it has been living like this for hundreds of years.

Only the lanterns hanging in the corners of the house shine with faint light. When the wind blows, the bells tied under the lanterns will ring loudly.

Ding dong, ding dong...

It is the unyielding struggle of life against fate.

Bit by bit, tiny bits of light lit up a prairie fire in this dark world and turned into a sea of ​​stars. Even though they were dim, they were warm enough.

When you stand under the scorching sun, you will not feel the value of light. Only when you are in endless darkness will you cherish even the slightest bit of light.

"Su, Brother Su Hong..." In a small room, a four or five-year-old child saw Su Hong passing by. He immediately ran out happily and called his name affectionately.

Su Hong forced out a smile, picked up the child, kissed him, and said softly: "What's wrong? Who made Xiaohuangdou unhappy?"

The child pouted and said, "My father and mother are both asleep. There is no one to play with me. My grandparents have also been sleeping for many days. Little Huangdou is so boring... Why are they ignoring me?"

Looking at the little girl's innocent big eyes, Su Hong couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He managed to maintain a smile and said: "Good boy, little Huangdou, they are tired, so they naturally need to rest."

The little girl shook her head and said aggrievedly: "Little Huangdou doesn't understand why they sleep for so long? Every time she wakes up, she hurriedly talks to me, prepares dry food, and then falls asleep again soon after. I am alone every day. I was eating, dazing by myself, talking to myself, no one was accompanying me, and no one was paying attention to me. Little Huangdou was so sad..."

Su Hong pursed his lips tightly and was speechless.

The little girl tugged on the hem of his clothes and almost begged: "Brother Su Hong, please stay with me a little longer. The last time I saw you was a few days ago. Are you going to bed too?"

"Yes, tomorrow, I won't be able to come see Xiaohuangdou tomorrow." Su Hong said softly.

The little girl pursed her lips and was about to cry: "Why are you all like this? Did Xiao Huangdou do something wrong? As long as you tell me, I will change it. I will definitely be obedient and won't cause trouble. As long as you stay with me, it will be fine." …”

Su Hong put the little girl on the ground, touched her head, and tried hard to keep his voice from trembling: "Of course it's not your fault that little Huangdou is so good. When you grow up, you will... you I understand."

"Little Soybean will grow up quickly!" the little girl said innocently.

Su Hong smiled sadly: "I hope... you never grow up."

"Why, brother Su Hong?" The little girl saw Su Hong turning around and leaving, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Go home quickly. I have some urgent matters to deal with. I will come back to you later!" Su Hong shouted and continued to lead the way.

"Well, little Huangdou will be waiting at home obediently!" the little girl's tender voice came from behind. Su Hong did not respond, but hurriedly quickened his pace, wiping the tears on his face in embarrassment.

Everyone was silent for a while, and thinking of the little girl's innocent smile, their hearts felt a little prickly.

She will not know that when she grows up, all nightmares will begin.

After a long time passed, Mei Lindong asked in a low voice: "At what age will the children here... be affected by the curse?"

"Ten years old." Su Hong sniffed and forced himself to calm down: "The day every child turns ten years old, a red line will appear somewhere on the body. It cannot be erased no matter what, even if it is cut out.

Losing that piece of meat will not help. From that time on, everyone will become more and more sleepy."

"Ten years old... is the time to lay a good foundation and start cultivating spiritual power." Song Haotang murmured.

Everyone couldn't help but feel shocked, wondering if there was any connection between the two.

"The village chief's house has arrived." Su Hong pointed to the house in front of him. It was still a thatched house with earthen walls. It was not any more upscale than those of the villagers.

Su Hong knocked on the simple wooden door. After a creak, a little boy stuck his head out and said, "This is Brother Su Hong? Are you coming to play with me?"

Seeing the expectant look on the boy's face, Su Hong could only smile bitterly and said, "Let's come find your father."

"Oh..." The boy's eyes dimmed with disappointment, and he said sadly: "My father is not here. He is at Aunt Li's house at the east end of the village. Aunt Li's father seems to be dying..."

"What?!" Su Hong said in shock: "How long ago did it happen?"

"My dad just went there, and I wanted to follow him, but he wouldn't let me..." the boy said aggrievedly.

"Stay at home and don't run around." Su Hong said hastily and then turned back to look at Yu Ling and others.

"Let's go there together." Yu Ling didn't want to waste time waiting for someone here.

Su Hong almost ran with all his strength to the east end of the village. After only running for a short distance, he seemed exhausted and kept panting.

Mei Lindong and others couldn't help but look at each other. After all, Su Hong also had the strength to reach the Transformation Realm, but his physique was so weak that he couldn't bear to look at it. Isn't Shen Yefeng's curse too terrible?

"Captain, are you okay?" Song Haotang would ask every once in a while.

"It's okay for now." Although Yu Ling is getting sleepier and sleepier, she can hold on for a while longer.

"Captain, you must be strong. How will we survive without you?" Mei Lindong frowned.

Although the little girl said she was not convinced, she knew very well in her heart that their team could be missing anyone, but they couldn't do without Yu Ling. If Yu Ling really couldn't wake up, they could almost break up.

"Here, here..." Su Hong said hastily and rushed into the house.

The door was unlocked, so a group of people stood outside and looked around quietly. They saw an old man with gray hair and gray hair and a wrinkled face lying on the bed dying, with more air coming out and less air coming in, and there was a roar in his throat, and he didn't know what he was saying.

A beautiful woman sat next to the old man with a face full of grief, and cried with tears: "Dad, I know it all, I know it all, you don't need to say anything, please, don't leave me..."

The old man held her hand feebly and whispered a few times, only squeezing out some intermittent words that you couldn't hear clearly unless you leaned closer to listen.

"Ugh...Village Chief, Village Chief, can you save my father?" The woman looked at the middle-aged man standing beside her almost pleadingly.

The village chief looks to be in his thirties, but his hair is already half gray, his eye sockets are sunken, and his back is a bit stooped. His temperament seems to be that he has aged twenty years.

"It's too late..." The village chief shook his head sadly, and said somewhat unbearably: "Ziye, while you are still awake, prepare, prepare for the funeral..."

The woman felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her whole body had lost all energy and spirit, and her face was pale.

The old man's hold on her hand gradually loosened, and the light in his eyes dimmed, and he just stared at the village chief closely.

The village chief nodded and said in a low voice: "We will all take good care of Cotyledon."

The old man seemed to have a look of relief, and slowly, slowly he was about to close his eyes, with a bit of reluctance and tenderness in his cloudy eyes.

"No, don't go, dad... dad, don't leave me!" the woman screamed miserably, and even Mei Lindong, who was standing outside the door, couldn't help but show sympathy.

Just when the old man was about to die, his lifeless eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something incredible.
Chapter completed!