I Can’t Be a Sword God

Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, a day of auspiciousness.

There was a big red lantern hanging at the door, and Ah Bao was sitting at the table, eating the fish his mother made.

He is a six-year-old boy, white and clean, wearing new red clothes, like a fat doll in a New Year picture, and uncles and aunts in eight villages dote on him.

His mother especially doted on him.

Because Abao loves to eat fish, my mother cooks fish for him twice every three days. Unable to afford it, my mother went to the river to fish it by herself. After it's done, you have to carefully pick out the thorns for him, so that you can rest assured that A Bao can eat it in his mouth.

The fish was ready and served, steaming hot.

With a face full of anticipation, Ah Bao picked up his chopsticks, picked up a large piece of fish belly meat, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The reason why the meat from the belly of the fish was caught in the first place was not because A Bao was greedy, but because he was a filial child. Mother said earlier that she loves to eat fish heads and tails, so Po would always leave the meat of the head and tail to mother.

It’s just that Ah Bao felt a little strange while eating, he raised his head and asked, “Mother, why does the fish you cook today taste a bit strange?”

"Yeah……"

Mother's voice was faint, "What's so strange?"

"It just feels... tasteless." Ah Bao frowned.

The mother's voice seemed a little nervous, "Abao doesn't like it?"

"Hmm..." Ah Bao thought for a while, then smiled and said, "As long as it's fish made by my mother, I like it!"

"A Bao is really a good boy." Mother praised.

But……

Ah Bao suddenly felt that it wasn't just the fish that was weird, it seemed that today's mother was also weird.

She was wet all over, the ends of her hair and the corners of her clothes seemed to be dripping, dripping on the chopping board and the ground, making a ticking sound.

And in the past, my mother would always smile when talking to him, but for some reason today, her loose hair covered half of her face, as if there was no smile at all.

Although she was still wearing the plain blue clothes and the apron, when Ah Bao looked at her, he suddenly felt that she was not as warm as usual, and a bit cold.

But he is still eating hard.

Mother likes to watch him eat big mouthfuls, it is said that he can grow taller this way. So every time he eats, he pretends to eat deliciously, even though sometimes it is not so delicious.

A big red lantern hangs outside the door, and there are brand new Spring Festival couplets on both sides of the door. Inside the door, a white doll is eating fish, and a wet woman stands watching from the side.

A warm sight.

A gust of wind blew over, blowing the red lantern at the door.

Ah Bao shivered, raised his head and said, "Mom, I'm so cold."

"Yeah?"

The mother looked at him with concern, as if she wanted to reach out to touch his head, but she stretched halfway, then retracted, as if she didn't dare to touch it.

"A Bao, be good, eat more, you won't be cold if you have something in your stomach."

"Okay..." Bao nodded again.

Mother looked at A Bao, her voice suddenly fluctuated.

"A Bao is such a good boy..."

"Even if I don't have mother, I will live well..."

"Mother, what are you talking about?" Ah Bao raised his head, his lips turned purple, "Ah Bao cannot live without mother."

...

A thin, rickety old woman in weird clothes stood outside the door with her arms folded, looked at the sky, then at the candlelight in the red lantern, and said faintly, "It's time..."

It seemed that there was a gust of wind blowing, and it seemed that there was no wind, but the fire in the lantern was extinguished in a flash.

inside the house.

Ah Bao's hand stopped suddenly, his teeth chattered coldly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Mother...I'm cold..."

With this groan, Ah Bao's figure suddenly faded, and then disappeared as if gradually fading.

And the fish on the table was there intact, as if it hadn't been touched from the beginning to the end.

"A Bao...my A Bao..."

The woman with disheveled hair couldn't bear it anymore, covered her face and began to cry.

She covered her face and cried for a long time before staggering out of the room.

The old woman outside the door just put away the red lantern and held it in her hand.

As soon as the woman grabbed her hand, she begged, "Witch Zhang, please, let me see Ah Bao again tomorrow night, okay?"

"Ah Baoniang, I also know your situation. If you want to get a fish, you have to go to the river to catch it. It's like this in the winter..." The old woman shook her head, "Where do you have money?" ?”

"It's true that my family has no money..." the woman burst into tears, "But I can't live without Ah Bao! Goddess Zhang, please let me see him again, okay?"

"This..." The old woman looked embarrassed, "This is something that hurts peace. If I do too much, I will lose my life! To be honest, if I don't see how pitiful you are, I will never do it for you. For such a thing, you should be sorry."

"Goddess Zhang..." The woman knelt on the ground, tightly grasping the corner of the old woman's clothes.

"Let's do this." The old woman hesitated for a while, and said, "Ah Bao's soul will not dissipate within seventy-nine days. As long as you collect five taels of silver within forty-nine days, I can let you see you again." His side."

"Ah? Goddess Zhang, where do people like me go to collect five taels of silver!" The woman panicked.

"Then it's not up to me." The old woman put aside her hand, turned around, and said slowly: "If it doesn't work, then I can only persuade you, and my condolences will change."

"Witch Zhang..."

The woman's wailing came from behind, but the old woman ignored it and walked forward.

...

The old woman walked alone on the forest road in the mountain village with an unlit lantern, when suddenly there was a frightened sound of crows and sparrows flying in front of her.

There was a trace of vigilance on her old face.

After walking a few more steps, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Which side is this friend from? Please come out and draw a path, why hide your head and show your tail?" the old woman said slowly.

"hehe……"

A sinister laugh came from the forest.

"You old woman, if you imprison the dead soul of someone else's child, and let her spend all her wealth to meet you, aren't you afraid of retribution if you go to hell?"

"What did you say?" The old woman also sneered back, "That woman dotes on the child, and every time she picks out the fish bones and feeds them to her son, so that the son doesn't even know that the fish has thorns. Only once did she not pick them out, and the child was killed. The fishbone choked to death. She was full of self-blame and had no interest in life. My actions were just to give her some thoughts of living, so what is the retribution?"

"You are eloquent." The voice replied: "The woman's desire to live is the soul of her son, so what kind of soul is your desire to live?"

"What fart are you farting?" The old woman's eyebrows sank, "Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing... just want to ask you, do you want to avenge the dead soul you miss..."

There was a rustling sound in the forest, and a small figure floated out of the bushes.

"There was a soul Gu master from southern Xinjiang who just went to Shenluo City to collect the reward he deserved, but was killed by a little Taoist priest for no reason. Don't you...don't want to avenge him?"

The figure was no more than the size of a palm, and looked like a small person carved from wood, with an expression of crying or laughing on his face, which was extremely evil.

Seeing the old woman, she stared intently for two seconds, and suddenly said in surprise: "I recognize you! You are... the Wooden King of the Yanyue Sect!"

Chinese New Year is still a bit annoying, it is difficult to write a chapter, ah...