Eastern: I love doing good things

在破败的寺庙内,令人毛骨悚然的沙沙声直到很长一段时间才完全停止.红红大声打了个嗝,脸上露出完全满意的表情.原来,"朋友"的味道是如此美妙.皮肤光滑,肉质柔软,远比那些蜜饯好吃.尤其是那些柔软嫩滑的内脏,简直就是世界上最美味的美味...

她看着眼前光秃秃的骷髅,不高兴地抿了抿嘴唇.它这么快就完成了,真是太令人失望了.可惜,她的父母让她要低调.否则,她本可以享受更多,因为附近到处都是"朋友".洪红一向很聪明,总是记得父母的告诫.所以她专门针对那些身材矮小的人,想尽办法隐藏自己的行踪和身份,生怕被别人注意到.

丰盛的饭菜后,宏红再次将自己的小身子藏在宽大的黑袍中,转身走出了破败的庙宇,准备寻找下一个"朋友".

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今天,老乞丐充满了喜悦.临近中午时分,一位英俊非凡的少爷非常慷慨,直接赏赐了他两元锭银子.这两锭银子足够他和他的孙子过上几个月的舒适生活.老乞丐本来想跪下磕头表示感谢,但被对方直接拒绝了.这一切就像一场梦,让老乞丐感慨,世界上竟然能有这样一个心地善良的人.

少爷走后,老乞丐赶紧将两块银锭装进口袋.他很清楚,人不应该炫耀自己的财富,尤其是在长庆县这样的地方,好人与恶人混杂,他的同类很多.有人可能会嫉妒并觊觎他的银子.他只好赶回那座破败的庙宇去找他的孙子!老乞丐心想,他今天不会吃蒸玉米包子.后来,他会带孙子去餐厅吃一顿好饭!但这个念头一闪过他的脑海,他很快就改变了主意.唉,去餐馆太贵了.最好和他的孙子一起去街边摊,吃两碗馄饨.怀着这样的想法,老乞丐怀着一颗温暖的心离开了这座城市,匆匆忙忙地朝着破败的寺庙走去.

然而,他刚走到破败的庙宇大门口,一股浓郁刺鼻的血腥味就扑面而来.老乞丐脸上的笑容瞬间凝固了.他皱紧了眉头,快步走进了寺庙.破败的寺庙空无一人,看不到一个人,但血腥味却越来越浓.老乞丐摸索着走,直到他来到了雕像的后面.

眼前的一幕,犹如一道霹雳击中了他.一具血淋淋的骷髅静静地躺在那里."砰"的一声,老乞丐感觉自己的脑袋仿佛被一把沉重的锤子砸得粉碎.他的脑子头晕目眩,几乎站不住.不 不...不要胡说八道.这些骨头永远不可能是 Gouwa 的...Gouwa 一定是出去找他了.这些肯定是别人的骨头!他在心里拼命安慰自己,但泪水却不受控制地在眼眶里涌出.因为骨架的大小清楚地表明它属于一个孩子...而且,在骨架旁边被撕裂的碎麻布上,还有无数他亲手缝制的补丁.这让他再也骗不下去了.面对这残酷的现实,老乞丐悲痛欲绝,泪流满面.

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Inside the county magistrate's yamen, the lights remained on throughout the night. The atmosphere in the inner residence of the yamen was so oppressive that it was suffocating, as if a violent storm was about to arrive, and the dullness could drive one crazy. Shang Wenshu, the county magistrate's assistant, reported to the gloomy figure behind the desk in a trembling voice, "My lord, since yesterday afternoon until now, I have led people to search everywhere for that Shen Zhou. We have searched for a whole day and night, but still haven't found anything..."

Zhao Shuanghe seemed not to have heard him. His eyes were closed, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face, and he remained silent. Shang Wenshu didn't dare to let this deathly silence continue. He could only continue speaking bravely, "In my humble opinion, now we're probably going to have to wait for someone sent by the Guanghan Palace above to come down before we can hope to bring that scoundrel to justice."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Shuanghe finally showed some reaction. He slowly opened his bloodshot eyes and stared fixedly at Shang Wenshu. He stared until Shang Wenshu felt a shiver down his spine. Then Zhao Shuanghe let out a long sigh and said, "Lao Shang, you've been with me for ten years, haven't you..."

Wait a minute, isn't this the standard line when a master is about to kill his confidant? Shang Wenshu trembled all over. With a "thud", he directly knelt down in front of Zhao Shuanghe and pleaded, "My lord, please calm your anger! It's not that we didn't do our best. It's just that the scoundrel's whereabouts are so secretive that it's difficult to track him down! Moreover, he has successively killed several powerful warriors in the county. He can still stay unharmed even after being shot in the head by a crossbow. He's simply no different from a demon. It's definitely beyond our ability to deal with him! I'm also heartbroken about what happened to Jing'er. I watched Jing'er grow up. He's just like my own son. I hope my lord can bear your grief and take care of yourself..."

"Damn your 'bear your grief'!" Zhao Shuanghe interrupted Shang Wenshu roughly. He suddenly flew into a rage and fiercely threw the brush pot on the desk at Shang Wenshu's head. Shang Wenshu didn't dare to dodge. Blood gushed out immediately. He kept his head down and didn't even dare to breathe loudly, just kneeling there obediently.

Zhao Shuanghe's eyes were wide with anger, and his face was distorted with rage. He roared, "Stop saying such cold-blooded words here! It's easy for you to say. You haven't lost a son! I really want to kill your son right now and let you taste the pain of losing a son too! My son is just short of a servant to order around!"

Shang Wenshu was so scared that his soul almost flew out of his body. He quickly kowtowed frantically to Zhao Shuanghe, "I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong..." He knew Zhao Shuanghe's temperament too well. This old scoundrel could really do such a heartless thing! The perverted conduct of Zhao Shuanghe's son was mostly influenced by his father!

Shang Wenshu kowtowed like pounding garlic. His head, which had already been smashed open, now bled profusely as he kowtowed, and the ground was covered with blood. But he didn't dare to stop, because he understood that he was fighting for his son's life. Zhao Shuanghe remained silent and looked down at Shang Wenshu's狼狈 appearance condescendingly, as if determined to make him kowtow to death there.

It was not until Shang Wenshu was dizzy from kowtowing that Zhao Shuanghe's cold voice sounded again, "That's enough. Get up. Don't make a fool of yourself here!"

"Thank you, thank you, my lord..." Shang Wenshu let out a long sigh of relief. These words meant that Zhao Shuanghe probably wouldn't do anything to his son. He stood up tremblingly and then realized something was wrong. Make a fool of himself? In front of whom was he making a fool of himself? At this moment, Shang Wenshu noticed that there were two people standing at the door of the study.

To say they were people was not exactly accurate. Although they had human figures, they were not human beings but two demons. Both cat demons were wearing the same black robes. The one on the left was burly and strong, like an iron tower, with bulging muscles all over his body and shiny black fur; the one on the right was small and delicate, like a night elf, with a coat of smooth and soft orange fur.

Demons actually appeared in the county magistrate's yamen in broad daylight! The male cat demon happened to lower his head and met Shang Wenshu's gaze. Just one look made Shang Wenshu tremble all over. The eyes were full of greed and cruelty, just like looking at a insignificant mouse...

"What are you standing there for? Get out!" Zhao Shuanghe's angry shout brought Shang Wenshu back to his senses.

"Yes. Excuse me, please make way, two lords..." Shang Wenshu kept his head down, covered his face, and squeezed past the two cat demons nervously. The two cat demons paid no attention to him and let him walk out of the room.

It was not until he reached the courtyard that Shang Wenshu let out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell. Fortunately, the result wasn't too bad. His life and his son's life should both be safe. At the same time, he sighed inwardly. This old thing Zhao Shuanghe had gone completely crazy! In order to avenge his son, he actually didn't hesitate to collude with demons! Shang Wenshu had vaguely suspected it before, but he didn't expect that this time Zhao Shuanghe was so bold as to directly invite demons into the yamen! What on earth should he do?

"Dong dong dong!" Suddenly, there was a burst of drumbeats outside. Shang Wenshu, who was already frightened, jumped up in shock. But he quickly realized that it was the sound of the drum of grievances at the gate of the yamen.

"Who, who is beating the drum?" Shang Wenshu asked as he walked outside. Soon, a yamen runner came to report. As soon as the yamen runner approached, he saw that Shang Wenshu's head was covered in blood and couldn't help showing surprise, "My lord, your head..."

"Never mind my head for now!" Shang Wenshu waved his hand and asked eagerly, "I'm asking you, who is beating the drum outside?"

"It's a beggar. He said his grandson was killed by someone!" The yamen runner reported truthfully.

"Drive that beggar away quickly!" Shang Wenshu waved his hand angrily, "Our lord has just lost his son. How can he have the leisure to care about someone else's grandson?" Zhao Shuanghe was already on the verge of going crazy. If this beggar continued to beat the drum like this, it was likely that not only his grandson's life would be lost, but his own life would also be in danger!

However, the yamen runner looked torn, with a look of fear and apprehension on his face, "But my lord, that old beggar brought his grandson's bones. His grandson is left with only a skeleton. The other parts are all gone, and even the meat on the bones has been completely stripped clean... I guess there's a high chance that it was eaten by some kind of demon!"

As he said this, a look of extreme fear appeared on the yamen runner's face, and Shang Wenshu was left stunned. Demons... Weren't there two of them in the yamen right now?