magician in town

Chapter 83 The Clown Fish

Chapter 82 Clownfish

The house on the hill has been abandoned for a long time.There are only a dozen or so old people living in the entire village. Like other places, the population loss is serious. Most of the villagers have moved to nearby county towns. Perhaps within ten years, this place will completely become a deserted village.

At dusk, a black city off-road vehicle stopped at the entrance of the village.No one noticed that a man slowly got out of the car and stayed by the car for a while, as if admiring the twilight in the mountains for a while.Then, he walked slowly towards the village along the dirt road into the village.

There seemed to be some problems with his legs and feet. He was holding a metal cane in his hand. The road into the village was an uphill road. He had to rely on the support of the cane from time to time, and it was a bit strenuous for him to walk.If someone walks out of the village by chance, he will see that this is a young man, but the long-term pain in his expression makes him look a little old.Of course, the most pity is that his legs and feet are not good, otherwise, he is really a handsome man.

He walked very slowly, but he was not in a hurry. He was not from this village, but he had lived here for a long time.In the past, there was someone waiting for him to go back every night in the house on the hillside, but now that person is gone, so even if he walked a little slower, so what?

In the past, they often sat together at the door of their house and looked down at the valley below. Clouds and mists came and went, and there was an orchard in the valley. On a clear spring day, it seemed that there was a red haze floating in the orchard from a distance.

He finally reached the door of the house, the courtyard door was unlocked, and he walked into the deserted courtyard.The two crabapple trees in front of the window are still growing so well even if no one takes care of them, and the yard will be full of life when they are in full bloom in spring, but he knows that in autumn, the fruits produced by the two trees are sour and astringent, which is not at all I can't eat it.

He approached his old house slowly, and his steps became lighter and lighter, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping people in the house.The glass on the windows of the old house is half broken, and the boards are firmly nailed to the outside.

As the man gradually approached, the iron nails nailed to the board continued to loosen and fell into the weeds on the ground.Finally, in a cloud of dust, the planks came off completely, exposing the window.A candle grew out of the window in the silence, and the candle shadow was red, illuminating a little bit of the empty room.

He stopped by the window, didn't go in again, just looked in through the window.In the dim candle shadow, he seemed to see his wife busy in the kitchen.As long as he gently called her name, she would run out like a child, and if he forgot to bring back a gift, he would put a bird on her shoulder, or pick out a rose.In this chaotic world, she is so innocent and so easily impressed.

When they are in love, they believe that they are invincible, and they believe that if fate does not send them fragrant roses, at least it will hold high.At that time, he was also satisfied. He didn't know why a cripple like him made her feel happy.

In a blink of an eye, before he fully woke up from the dream, he was left alone.

From that moment on, his anger never stopped.

He stretched out his hand, and a rose twirled and landed in his hand. He lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the petal, and then carefully placed the flower on the window sill.It was as if the woman in his memory would come here and find this rose in surprise.

Suddenly, the tangle in his consciousness tugged at him, and he touched the ring on his thumb, releasing a message in the traditional fashion.Behind the lotus-shaped sign, the sage mage calls out to the clownfish.

He responded, and two names that required his attention appeared on the air.

At the same time, in a satellite suburb of a human city, the so-called number one ghost building king in the ghost town is located in a room on the fifteenth floor.Du Zhengyi cursed loudly, and stood up abruptly from his chair.

Roach flinched, buried himself back in the quilt, and curled up under the window.

"Damn it!" Du Zhengyi cursed viciously.

Yes, now he can be sure that Roach must be able to affect his emotions.

"I'm going to kill Lorien." Du Zhengyi announced.

"Don't kill my dad," Roach said weakly in his cocoon of quilts.

"If it wasn't for the maggots laid by your father..."

"Your dad is the fly!" Roach retorted weakly.

Du Zhengyi cursed again, walked up to the cocoon of the quilt, and kicked it.

"I feel like a parasite." Roach said weepingly. He had already complained a lot, but he didn't protest Du Zhengyi's abuse of him, "an alien brain parasite."

"Did you find a few disgusting sci-fi movies to watch just now? You are quite energetic and self-pitying." Du Zhengyi took the pitifully small old mobile phone and looked at it, "Why didn't your eyes get tired and blinded?" Woolen cloth?"

"What's the point of me being alive?" Roach murmured, "From now on, my life is like playing a single-player narcissism game."

"Shut up, Roach." Du Zhengyi kicked him again, "I'm telling you, you can indeed radiate some spiritual power, but it's very limited, and the emotions you output are relatively extreme. When you're alive and kicking I do feel good when you are in a good mood, you are indeed a fucking mascot. But now you are extremely depressed, and you are also a fucking god of plague. I also follow suit, troubled by this gloomy mood, I can’t even I still remember the lollipop snatched by that bum in mahjong when I was a child. That stinky and shameless guy, he has the nerve to bully children at such an age. But, that’s all. That’s all, do you understand what it means?”

"I should be locked up alone in the cube under Qionglin." Roach murmured.

"Damn," Du Zhengyi roared in frustration, "can you listen to me? You don't, and you can't control my actions and my mind. You are not that advanced, and you can't do it that complicated." It's all Lorien's work. I'm sorry, your bastard father is deliberately trying to provoke me to throw your trouble back to him." "Then why don't you throw me back to him?" Roach asked.

"I fucking think, if your father can be as good as he is on the outside, and he is as decent as he looks on the inside, I'll kick you back a long time ago, so I won't worry. But look at him, it's clear Just a paranoid." Du Zhengyi said angrily. "Damn, I wanted to find mahjong tonight, but you mind mages don't have any good people."

"Du Zhengyi," Roach said weakly, "do you feel that you have never lost such a big temper? Does this have something to do with me?"

"I really want to kill you now, cut it open, and build it into my back wall." Du Zheng said while squatting down, poking the quilt where Roach's head was probably. "Is this your idea too? If it's your idea, then I can do it without any burden?"

"Pervert, you restrain yourself!"

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