My master is invincible

Chapter 558 Collecting Birds (85)

All of a sudden, many thoughts flashed through my mind, and I felt that all this was too complicated and confusing. As for Aunt Lian's purpose, I had no idea.

At the moment, I put all my hopes on the corpse in front of me. If this corpse is really her, then all of this has gone beyond my original guess. It can even be said that her plan was plotted by Aunt Lian, which corresponds to an old saying, Mantis The oriole catching cicadas is behind, and Aunt Lian is the oriole.

"Brother Ninth, the stick you want!" Wang Chuyao called me, put the long ladder on the edge of the thousand-year-old pine, and threw another stick up.

I stretched out my hand to grab the stick, and without any hesitation, I rushed towards the little swallows. They seemed to sense danger, flapped their wings a few times, and flew away from the corpse.However, the direction of their flight confuses me a lot. They actually drilled directly under the thousand-year-old pine from the right side. Could it be that the swallow's nest is under the corpse?

I froze for a moment, tiptoed to look into the tree hole, and saw a scene that I could never let go of in my life. Under the corpse was a vast expanse of white bones. Skull, hand bones, and foot bones intersected with each other. Whether it was human bones or animal bones did not matter. There is no way to tell, the pile is more than one meter high.On the right side of those bones, there is a very small open space, where there are no less than fifty bird nests, arranged in an orderly manner, layer by layer, row by row, very neat, like a small Miao village.In the top bird's nest, there are several swallows as big as two fingers, and a female swallow is stuffing a piece of meat into the mouth of the young swallow.

I'm stupid, I couldn't help but swear, I've been wondering where the swallows went, and after guessing for a long time, the nest of the swallows is actually in the heart of a thousand-year-old pine tree. How could this be so? Is this man-made? Yes, or is it the nature of swallows?
No, the nature of swallows is definitely not like this. Primary school textbooks have said that swallows are beneficial birds, and swallows’ maternal love has always been praised. I remember when the teacher asked us to write an essay about mothers in elementary school, I used a sentence like a swallow Maternal love, the teacher also praised me a few words, saying that I know swallows very well.

If the nature of swallows is not like this, is it man-made?

That's not right, if it's man-made, why are these swallow's nests so neat?You must know that the heart of this thousand-year-old tree is only so big, and those white bones occupy a large part of the space, and normal people can't get in at all, let alone build these neat bird's nests. , Where did they enter the heart of the tree?

Combining these doubts, my complexion sank. The source of all this may be Aunt Lian. Only by asking her can I solve these doubts.

At that moment, I suppressed the doubts in my heart, held the flashlight and began to look at the corpse in front of me. I spit a few mouthfuls of saliva on my hands and rubbed them vigorously.I did this because we Eight Immortals have a set of rules. Before touching the corpse of the deceased, we must keep our hands clean. Where is the water from the tree to wash our hands? .

Afterwards, I bent down, turned the dead body over, and stretched out my hand towards the dead man's hair. It felt very sticky and there were a lot of blood on it. I took a few deep breaths, and pushed the dead man's hair away, revealing a Familiar yet unfamiliar face, what is familiar is that the outline of this face is a bit like her, what is strange is that the deceased's pair of eyeballs are missing, and the whole face has been pecked into disfigurement, and a few bones can be seen exposed.

Seeing this, I was stunned for a moment, it was difficult to judge whether the deceased was her or not based on this face.I suddenly remembered that if it was her, she would have a hunchback and a relatively short stature.

I immediately looked at the dead man's feet, the dead man's feet were short, presumably the dead man was not tall, I turned the dead man's body back to its original shape, Ding Qing looked behind the dead man, there was no flesh on it, but I still It can be seen that the back of the deceased should have been a little hunched, because the exposed bones of the deceased presented a semi-curved shape, which is the most obvious feature of a hunched back.

It's her, it's Granny Qiao.

In an instant, I felt that the whole world collapsed. I guessed wrong, and I guessed wrong like a fool.Previously, I naively thought that all of this was arranged by Grandma Qiao, so I would pretend to be afraid of Aunt Lian, obey her in everything, and do whatever she asked me to do. Unexpectedly, I...I... I actually guessed wrong. Grandma Qiao didn't fake her death, but really died. She really died.

I knelt down with weak legs, slapped myself hard on the face a few times, and kept scolding myself, making you stupid, making you think you can see through the truth, and making you stupid/forced to come to thousands of names Tower, to make you trust the old hag, to make you….

I don't know how many slaps I slapped on the face, but I know that the left side of my face is in burning pain.It's not that I have the habit of self-mutilation, but that I don't know how to face Granny Qiao's body, and I just feel that I owe her.

In my heart, I have always believed that Grandma Qiao is not dead. This is because Grandma Qiao is a superior person. Regardless of IQ or knowledge, she is far above Aunt Lian. She also considers issues more comprehensively. I always believe that she can advise Aunt Lian. Let me come to Wanming Pagoda, there must be a perfect plan, precisely because I believed in her, when I heard the news of her death, I was not too sad, because I believed that she would not really die, but a fake death.After all, Wang Chuyao's grandma also faked her death back then.

But the cruel reality slapped me hard, causing my entire psychological defense to collapse completely, and I burst into tears like a child.

I don't know how to describe my mood at that time, but I know that when I wrote this paragraph, the corners of my eyes were wet.A lot of times, I'm thinking about what I was born into this world for.

For a long time, I was moved and confused about life, should I not exist in this world?If there is no such person as Chen Jiu in the world, will the old scholar not die, who still sings to wine every day and talks about him? If there is no such person as Chen Jiu in the world, will Cheng Xiaocheng not be sent to XZ, but sitting in the classroom preparing for the college entrance examination, Lao Wang will not disappear, but continue to carry the dragon's coffin, Su Mengke will not pass away at a young age, and Grandma Qiao will not end up like this.

The source of all this is because I live in this world, and I live lingeringly, but they leave me one by one.I don’t remember which year it was, but there is a popular saying on the Internet that life is like a coffee table, which is full of cups and washing utensils.Using these words to describe my ten years of life, I feel that there are eight or nine cups on my coffee table, and only one or two washing utensils.

Perhaps, life is about constantly experiencing and growing, and then absorbing some lessons from some things to make yourself stronger and support your own sky.

Some people say that after a person experiences a big blow, his temperament will change. I didn't believe this before. I think that people who are born with happy life can face the bleak life with a smile no matter what happens.But now I believe that sentence, first Lao Wang disappeared, then Su Mengke died, and now even Grandma Qiao died. In less than a month, I experienced the departure of people around me three times, which made me change my temper. I became more and more withdrawn, and my heart began to resist strangers entering my life.

I cried for a long time on that tree, and Wang Chuyao on the ground kept asking me what was wrong, but I kept silent, tears streaming down my face.I don’t know if it’s predestined, or what’s going on, crying, crying, the tree pole suddenly shook, and then, the half of the tree pole suddenly fell towards the ground, and my body followed the half of the tree pole. The tree trunk also fell.

With a loud "bang", I slid down from the tree pole and hit the ground heavily.What puzzled me was that I felt as if there was something cushioning my back, soft and cool.I thought it hit Wang Chuyao by accident, and I reached out to touch her back. There was nothing there, but there was a bone-chilling chill. Catch me below, but there is nothing behind.

"Brother Ninth!" Wang Chuyao ran towards me while crying.

At this moment, I saw Grandma Qiao's body move, and then, her body fell from the tree and hit me right beside me, with one hand clenched in a fist, hitting me in the face On the bed, two eyeballs rolled out of it and landed on my neck, wet and sticky.

(End of this chapter)