chasing shadows

That night, Qin Sanniang's son had a high fever, vomited up and down, hung his breath, and cried, "Mother, I feel bad, mother, help me."

The doctor diagnosed that he was suffering from the plague. He shook his head and sighed and told Qin Sanniang to prepare for something good. The child would not make it through tonight.

Qin Sanniang grabbed the doctor's hand and knelt on the ground begging him to save her son with disheveled hair and disheveled face. The doctor sighed: "I really can't help it. Why did you suddenly get plague? Our town How many people died because of the plague."

Qin Sanniang suddenly got up from the ground with a hideous face, and she roared: "It's that girl, it's that girl who killed my son, it's her!"

And in a small dilapidated house on the side of the poor alley.

The little fairy raised her finger and said with a bitter face: "Che ion, my hand hurts so much, it was bitten by Qin Sanniang's dead child. If you really bring her mother back home in the future, then I will Don't you want to be bullied to death by them?"

Che Ion carefully bandaged her up, and said with a smile, "I never thought that our fearless little fairy would be afraid of being bullied sometimes."

The little fairy blinked her eyes: "Che ion, why do you want a daughter-in-law?"

After dressing Che Ion, he stood up and stretched his waist: "Who said I must have a wife, a little ancestor like you is enough."

The little fairy suddenly smiled and said, "When I grow up, I will be your wife."

Che Ion just poured a jug of wine into his mouth, when he heard her say "poof", he spit out all the wine, he waved his hand and said, "Nonsense."

The little fairy stared at her almond eyes, and was about to say something angrily, when suddenly there was the sound of footsteps rushing in the alley, and then, a group of people headed by the mayor Guan Cheng rushed in and took their dilapidated house to the ground. Thoroughly packed.

"What are you doing?" Che Ion subconsciously wanted to block the little fairy.

The two vicious men directly pushed the car ion, tied the little fairy tightly with thick and long chains, and dragged the little fairy out of the door.

"Guan Cheng, what are you doing?" Che Ion was held back by several people, unable to move an inch.

Guan Cheng had a gloomy face: "Do you know that Qin Sanniang's son, Lang'er, is suffering from the plague? I don't know if he can make it through tonight. What do you think we are going to do? Of course we are going to burn this cursed seed, let the She can't do evil anymore! I just said that if you keep her in the town, something will happen, Che Ion, after we get rid of this girl, I will come to settle accounts with you."

The little fairy was holding on to the edge of the door tenaciously, because no one dared to touch her, and the men just dragged the iron chain vigorously in front.

She kept yelling: "Che ion, Che ion."

At this time, a man picked up a nearby bench and threw it on the little fairy's back, and the little fairy fell to the ground.

In addition, the man pulling the iron chain in front quickly increased his strength and dragged the girl out of the ground.

Che Ion rushed to Guan Cheng, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Let her go! I will cure Lang'er, I swear I will cure Lang'er, if I can't cure Lang'er, I will die with her !"

Guan Cheng looked at Che Ion, "Okay, it can't be cured, you both die together."

Che Ion calmed down, and he asked, "Can I have a conversation with her?"

With Guan Cheng's nod, Che Ion came to the little fairy. The little fairy had already stood up, she rubbed her shoulders, and said if she wanted to cry, "Che Ion, I'm in so much pain."

Che Ion knelt down, rubbed her shoulders, and comforted her softly: "It's not hurting, it's not hurting anymore, don't be afraid, it will be fine."

Che Ion asked, "It's not what you did, right?"

The little fairy nodded: "I didn't do it."

Che Ion looked into the moist eyes of the little fairy, "You won't lie to me, will you?"

The little fairy nodded again, "I didn't do it, I won't lie to you."

There was a gentle smile in Che Ion's eyes. He looked down at the blood on the girl's hand, and he was about to touch it, but the girl avoided him. The girl smiled and said, "Che Ion, they wronged me." , you have to trust me, I know you will trust me."

Che Ion was startled suddenly, he looked at the girl's innocent smiling face, and nodded stiffly: "Wait for me to come back."

Looking at the back of Che Ion going away, the girl stuffed her bleeding hand into her mouth, rolled her eyes and looked at the people around her with a smile.

But immediately her expression became painful, Che ion, a fool who was willing to be deceived.

On the second day, news came from the town that Qin Sanniang's son was healed. The child who was dying last night and would die at any time, was running around with a few children this morning, alive and kicking.

It was cured by Che Ion, although it was unbelievable, but the fact is that the strange girl was no longer clamored to burn her to death.

But at this time, in Poor Man's Lane, Che Ion was sitting in front of the door, leaning against the edge of the door, his whole face was extremely pale and colorless.

The little fairy was also sitting beside him, staring blankly at the front, as if she was talking to herself: "Che ion, are you going to die?"

Che Ion grinned, it was a smile, he even made the grin extremely difficult.

The little fairy glanced at his exposed wrist, which was separated from a large wound, and due to excessive bleeding, red marks had already begun to form.

The treatment Che Ion did was to cut his own wrist and let the plague bug on the child crawl into his body.

She continued to look ahead, and said: "When I was very young, I discovered that as long as my blood touched someone else, a worm would crawl out of my blood, and that worm would burrow into someone else's body." , and then that person will suffer from the plague, and finally die in pain. Not only that, but this bug will soon crawl out of that dead person and crawl into another body, hehehe"

She seemed to think of something interesting, and giggled: "So people I hate, as long as I release my blood and secretly mix it in their food or water, after they eat it, they will soon die. Painful, and finally die."

The little fairy thought of the first family that adopted him, the woman often beat her, the man would kiss her secretly, and a fat boy would beat her, so she mixed her finger-biting wine with the man's drink. Blood, she watched her own blood drop drop by drop into the wine, she wanted to laugh out loud, but when she finally thought of their tragic death, she held back her voice and hummed softly in her heart.

The second family that adopted her was much better than the first, but why did she still want them all to die?Probably because the atmosphere of their happy family is too annoying.

Che Ion was coughing, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were black and blue, and his cheeks sunken overnight, making one feel that something was sucking his energy from his body.

The girl covered her ears, "I don't want to hear it, Che ion, stop coughing, I don't want to hear it."

"Cough, cough, cough," the coughing became more serious, Che Ion lowered his head, and blood continued to flow down his chin.

The little fairy stood up, she smiled and said, "Che ion, I will ask you to take me to buy candied haws tomorrow. You will be fine."

As she said that, she rushed out, and Che Ion raised his head with difficulty, trying to say something, but in the end he could only be overwhelmed by "cough cough cough".

But right away, the little fairy brought back the black boy who always followed her, and she picked up fragments from somewhere in her hand. She grabbed the boy's wrist and was about to scratch it on the boy's wrist.

Although the boy was usually a little silly, but at this time he also knew that the situation was not right, and it would be very painful. He waved his hands and burst into tears.

Obviously at this moment, Che Ion didn't even have the strength to raise his head, but he raised his hand, grabbed the little fairy's arm, and looked at her with cold eyes.

This was the first time that Che Ion looked at her with such eyes, she felt her throat was tightly grasped, and she didn't know when to let go of the boy's hand.

Standing there with a cold body, she never knew that Che Ion, who had been looking at her tenderly, would also look at her coldly and without emotion.

The little fairy covered her eyes, and she stammered: "I...I don't want you to die, Che Ion, I don't want you to die."

She knelt beside Che Ion, grabbed both of Che Ion's arms, with tears all over her face: "How can I save you, I want to save you, how can I save you, Che Ion... how can I save you."

"No...don't save me."