Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 393

It flies in the morning light.

In the early morning of autumn, the damp fog is gray and cold, and the air is filled with fragrance.The scent is sweet and deep, it is ripe fruit mixed with soil and dead leaves.It hides in the clouds and mist, chasing each other with vaguely singing birds.The ground is colorful and the scenery is unsurpassed, which touches its tenderness and fills it with joy, and its thoughts are like the dancing dawn in the mist.

The accompanying flying dragon let out a low growl.It understood the desire to hunt, and rested its armguards on the wyvern's head.

"Shhh, Tajeki," it said.

Tajeki bowed her head meekly.They pass by the ignorant birds, fall on the dense forest of gold and red through the morning mist, and fly low to patrol against the crown of the tree.

Sometimes it falls into the dense forest and tramples on the dead leaves with its toes, making endless crackling sounds.Its eyes pass through the mist and watch everything in the forest.Now it can distinguish deer, wild dogs, wolves, tigers, bears, pterosaurs, vultures, mountain spirits, and people.There are many plants that it can recognize, as on this autumn morning, it smells cinnamon, chamomile, sage, anemone, bone arrowwood, golden spike, carnation, spruce, anise.It also smelled of fields, leather, dry wood, and dung—there were villages nearby.

The ranger moved away quietly, preparing to take to the fog-shrouded morning sky.Immediately afterwards, the smell of blood was carried in the wind.

It stops.

Blood, carrion, dirt, spotted hemlock, and graveyard moss.The smell lingered on the tip of its nose.Following the invisible clues, it finds its way to the rushing deep stream in the forest. The water flow is clear and gurgling, and the fish and shrimp seem to swim in the air.The creek rocks are covered with wild water chrysanthemums, which are green and lovely.

A red line of blood flowed down the water in the green.It looked at the stream, quietly listening to the signal from the wind.

Upstream in the stream.The wind whispers to it thus.singing.elderly woman.

It whistles like an owl.Tajeki snorted dully, flicked off a thick cloud fir tree with his tail, and took off with wings flapping, disappearing behind the mist in the sky.When the flying dragon left, it walked into the forest and turned into a girl.Now she looks mediocre, wearing a peasant dress, a hair scarf tied with nettles and woven shoes, and carrying a rattan basket full of wild fruits, walking upstream along the stream.

The golden leaves of the cloud fir receded.An old, shrill singing was carried in the wind.

"Who wanders in the woods?
Wolves, vultures and washerwomen.

She went from house to house,

knocking on the neighbors' doors and windows,

'Do you have laundry to do? '

The people in the house are trembling,
'What price do you offer? '

'It's not expensive at all,' said the washerwoman,

'As long as you get the cheapest stuff. '"

The peasant girl went to the upper reaches of the stream and met an old woman squatting on the bank.The woman's linen robe was dyed pitch black, and her face was covered with wrinkles and acne scars. Her cheeks and cheekbones were as long and narrow as a horse, and her fingers were black and sharp.Lax white hair peeped out from under her shawl, dry and dirty, covered in congealed black patches.

Clothes were floating in the river.Men's, women's, children's, large and small, there are more than ten pieces.The old woman connected them together with cotton thread, put them away one by one, and put them into a large wooden barrel.There are already a lot of clothes in the bucket, piled to the brim, there are forty or fifty pieces.

She said to the peasant girl in a friendly tone, "Sit down, sit down, my dear. Talk to me, an old man."

The peasant girl's arms trembled and her teeth chattered.The old woman said to her again: "The current world is so bad, there are wild beasts, evil spirits, and evil spirits everywhere. If a person stays in the wild, it will be so frightening! Please stay with me, poor old woman, if Otherwise, I will have to go home with you."

She asked the peasant girl to stand in the stream, string the clothes piled up in the bucket with strings for her, and pull them into the stream to soak.Those clothes were dirty and smelly, dyeing the stream red.The peasant girl's feet were blue from the cold of the stream, slipped on the stream rocks and moss, and almost lost the string that tied her clothes.

The old woman was very angry, and she complained: "The world has changed. In the past, girls at your age ate wheat bread, zheer biscuits, milk and honey, and venison roasted with parsley, and they were fattened. Strong, strong in body, quick in mind. But now the world is corrupted—completely corrupted. The gods are gone, and the pillars of the world are getting shorter every year, and we are nearer to hellfire. Winter It is too cold to go out, and the beasts have gone mad. There are also diseases. If you leave the village too far and spend the night in the wild, people will get plague, covered with pus, and dogs will vomit when they smell it. The most hateful thing is those Robbers, they eat even such dead people in winter, and get themselves sick. They plunder all day long, sleep on the women of the village, piss on their husbands' heads, and spread the plague everywhere. The mangy Rats! They are the ones who ruined the world!"

She spat angrily on the stream bank.The peasant girl answered in a low voice, still trembling in the stream.Seeing her fear, the old woman comforted her and said, "Honey, I can't blame you. It's the fault of the world...the world doesn't give you good food and drink, and tells you to use herbal juice to maintain your skin How can you expect you to be fat, tender and smart? Look at your dull appearance. What are you in your basket? Dried berries, which look like dead man's breasts. It's hard for you to find so many! You Must have been a long way, hasn't it? Let me see if your foot ever hurt, my dear, I know how to stop it."

The peasant girl approached under her stare.She grabbed the other's hand, greedily groping for that young and warm hand.

"You're a stupid girl," she murmured, "but yes. Thick hands, such supple bones! Such fresh flesh!"

Her saliva flowed down, tick-tock, and covered the back of the peasant girl's hands.

"I can't help it!" she said.There was a green light in those eyes with extremely large pupils.She grabbed the peasant girl's hand like an iron hoop, and sang happily:

"Who wanders in the woods?
Wolves, vultures and washerwomen.

She labors in the brook,

Laundry for neighbors only.

The pay is extremely low,

Everyone can pay off.

No penny is taken for the copper plate,

The family doesn't care about anything.

Only a few good things,

It's a no-brainer.

Heart, liver, brain and spleen,

Everyone is born with it. "

After she sang the last line, she became as tall as a bear.His eyes were burning with will-o'-the-wisps, his teeth were better than dogs and wolves, his bloody mouth exuded a strong stench of corpses, and his roar was enough to make even the strongest hunter faint.The monster grabbed the peasant girl's arm and dangled in the air.

"Where do I begin, dear?" said the monster. "Head? Feet? Hands? Do you prefer to live longer, or suffer less? Don't scare the shit out of your mouth, it will detract from your flavor."

The peasant girl raised her head, looked straight into the monster's eyes, and said, "From here."

With a sudden struggle, she escaped from the grasp of the monster, and her real image appeared in the air: the armor was shining with silver light, and eight kinds of sacred flowers were inlaid with gemstones on it, and the names of the corresponding brothers and sisters were engraved; the surface of the shield was covered with the scales of real dragons, It can resist all the dangerous curses in the world; the spear is made of the most blazing diamond in the fire of the earth, and it is filled with the light of creation.

It floats in the air, its body is like a light-woven giant, its eyes are blazing with anger, and it is infinitely majestic and terrifying.The monster screamed, and immediately turned and fled.It took a step forward and threw the spear in its hand, like thunder splitting the ground, hitting the monster's back.

The monster died on the spot, and its corpse was torn apart and scattered all over the grass by the stream.It recalled the spear, set fire to the barrel and clothes with the point of the spear, and then blew its whistle to summon the flying dragon in the air.

"Tajeki," it ordered, "eat."

Tajeki flung himself down in front of the washer ghost's wreckage, took the pieces between his teeth, swallowed them one by one, then crawled and crouched, rubbing his head against his master's ankles.So it got on the flying dragon and followed the wind to find the human village.There was blood everywhere in the village.It found poultry feathers and human teeth, and the flesh and blood were eaten clean by the washer ghost.Such attacks are happening every day because the world is going bad.

It finds the broken altar, engraved with the sanja and the horse eagle, symbolizing the third sister.So he put the shield on his forehead, chanted the name of his sister, and then took away the dried vegetables in front of the altar to accept offerings from the dead.

Tajeki waited outside the altar, sniffing for signs of corpses.They searched all over the village, but failed to find any more remains.It is full of wonder, because it knows that the washer ghost only eats internal organs and brains.

At this time, Tayeqi raised his neck and neighed in a low voice.The wind blows from afar, with high and low pitch, like the sound of music.

It jumped onto the dragon's back and followed the sound of the wind.After crossing the fence of the village, the west hillside is full of graves piled up with stones. The tombstones are neat and the earth color is new, which makes it feel surprised.

Tajeki flew low, skimming the cemetery, continuing to follow the wind.There are willow trees growing all over the slope, the branches are golden and brilliant, just like the curtain woven by the sun.The sound of music came from behind the willow forest, which was soothing and pleasant, which had never been heard before.

It jumped off the dragon's back, turned back into a peasant girl, and walked slowly into the willow forest.

In the middle of the willow forest sat an old man.He wears a black-dyed linen robe and has snow-white hair, which bears many resemblances to the washer ghost.But his skin is smooth, his appearance is clear and thin, his eyes are hale and hearty, and his body smells fresh and clean, like a snowy forest after rain.Holding a wooden flute in his hand, he played it melodiously.

The peasant girl walked to the tree.The old man put down the wooden flute and smiled at her.The expression was peaceful and kind, and the eyes sparkled with wisdom, which she had never seen in her life.Smiling, that expression made her happy and curious.

"Son," said the old man, "what are you doing here?"

(End of this chapter)