Exorcism

Chapter 0869 New Town

Shen Xiuming, who was celebrating his fiftieth birthday, still refused to accept his old age. He didn't miss a drink when he was drinking with the guests. He drank until he was drunk and dragged the strongest young man in the town to wrestle. As you can imagine, he lay on the ground. On the ground, clutching his waist and groaning, the young man apologized red-faced and kept getting slapped on the back of his head by his father.

"Don't blame him, don't blame him." Shen Xiuming reluctantly stood up with the help of everyone, his red face was full of smiles, but he was still grinning a little when he spoke, "It's all my fault, oh, more than ten The injury I suffered in the battle years ago was fine at the time, but now you are here to trouble me, brat, don’t be proud, when I was as young as you, I could beat ten of you..."

The young man giggled, knowing that Father Shen was going to talk about the Battle of Fuhai City again. He had heard it too many times, so he took the opportunity to interject: "Dad Shen, tell us about Wangshan. I heard that The battle became more intense."

Shen Xiuming's excitement suddenly disappeared, "Oh, don't mention it. I was injured in Fuhai City. It's not a big deal, but the superiors didn't allow me to go to the battlefield again. As a result, I didn't go to Wangshan."

The young man looked up and felt that "above" was a very mysterious place.

"The decree issued by Empress Dowager Ci said that Father Shen has worked hard and achieved great results. He is seriously injured and should no longer participate in battles." The peers among the guests all remembered Shen Xiuming's glorious deeds clearly, and they all cheered him to collect it. Take out the imperial edict.

Shen Xiuming couldn't resist the crowd's objections, so he went back to the house, rummaged through the cabinets, and found the yellowed imperial edict. Holding it in both hands, he returned to the courtyard with a smile. More than a dozen tables of guests gathered around, and no matter whether they had seen it or not, they all exclaimed. , reaching out and wanting to touch it but not daring to touch it.

"How many people died in the Battle of Wangshan? I heard that the corpses were piled on the ground as far as the eye could see." An old man sighed with tears in his eyes. He had relatives who died in that war.

"Ten days, the Battle of Wangshan lasted for ten days." The drunkenness on Shen Xiuming's face disappeared, "The fight lasted from the end of October to November. Not only humans died, but also demons. That was both sides. The first, and probably the last, alliance. Thanks to that battle, Bingkui was wiped out, and there were not many half-demon left. The Holy Talisman Dynasty regained all the territory and expanded a lot, and the world gained more than ten years. Taiping, if not for this, we would not be able to rebuild this Yelin Town.

Shen Xiuming glanced around. The yard and houses were all new. They were built less than ten years ago. He returned to Yelin Town, but he could no longer find the memories of his youth. Everything had to be rebuilt on the ruins.

Shen Xiuming suddenly lost his spirits and felt that he was really old. "I can't do it anymore. You guys keep drinking while I go to sleep for a while. I really can't do it anymore. I think about those days... ugh..."

Shen Xiuming handed the carefully collected imperial edict to a trustworthy old man and turned back to his room.

While appreciating the imperial edict, the guests were still discussing the Battle of Wangshan more than ten years ago, because that battle was full of legend and had a profound impact on the whole world.

"I heard that the human army was almost defeated. In the end, Emperor Ci used a great spell to destroy the entire Wangshan Mountain. The half-demon and Bing Kui were completely defeated..."

"How did I hear that the person who destroyed Wangshan was not Emperor Ci, but another person? What was his name? Father Shen used to mention his name a lot, but he doesn't like to say it anymore in the past few years."

"No matter what, it's not easy to live a normal life again."

"But the demons are still running wild in the north, and not all half-demons are dead. The most terrifying thing is that a large number of demons are said to have escaped. They may be hiding somewhere to practice secretly and plan to make a comeback."

"Hey, it's such a happy day, why are you talking about this? Even if the sky falls, it will be supported by the sky above. Let's just farm the land and herd the horses. Come on, keep drinking."

Shen Xiuming was lying on the bed. At first he could still hear the noise outside, but soon he fell asleep. He dreamed of the former Yelin Town: dilapidated bluestone streets, neat houses, boring and busy residents, and the forest. With the rich fragrance of grass and trees, he waved his wicker whip to drive the cattle and sheep, and shouted to his companions in the distance, but they seemed not to hear them, and no one wanted to look back...

Fifty-year-old Shen Xiuming felt extremely wronged and almost cried.

He didn't cry, but opened his eyes and found that the corners of his eyes were a little moist, and there were five pairs of dark eyes staring at him beside the bed.

Five little boys, the oldest less than ten years old, covered in dirt, stood side by side in front of the bed, staring straight at their father on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Shen Xiuming still had the depression in his dream, and his tone was not very good.

The kids were unfazed, and one of them shouted, "We dug this up."

Only then did Shen Xiuming see a dirty wooden box placed next to his pillow, staining the bedding. He sighed and sat up slowly. He was always more tolerant towards children.

"Where was it dug out?" Shen Xiuming asked casually. The area of ​​​​New Yelin Town is only half of the old town. The other half is still abandoned and has become an adventure playground for children.

The children opened their eyes wide and thought. One of them hesitantly pointed his finger and said: "West, west."

Shen Xiuming recalled the layout of the old town in his mind, "To the west, that is the old residence of Shen Hao's family, and next to it is the school..."

The wooden box had been opened by the children, and there was a pile of paper inside. It was broken and old, but it was still intact. Shen Xiuming gently brushed the dust off and almost cried when he saw the writing on the first piece of paper. .

That was the name of his younger brother Erliang Shen Xiuwei, his birth date, and his parents' circumstances.

Most of the residents in the town are illiterate, and this box is like a common memory for everyone.

Shen Xiuming's hands were shaking as he carefully flipped through the scraps of paper. He saw one name after another. Some were very familiar, while some were very unfamiliar. He had to look at other situations to determine whose name it was.

Mu Xingqiu, Shen Hao, Mu Songxuan... and Shen Xiuming's own name were all among them.

The children looked at each other and felt that their choice was right.

When he flipped through the papers again, Shen Xiuming found something interesting. Some characters in the names of several people were circled in light colors. If he hadn't looked carefully, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

He took out the circled papers one by one. It was a coincidence that these names were the ones he was most familiar with.

There were ten in total: Ming in Shen Xiuming, Wei in Shen Xiuwei, Hao in Shen Hao, You in Shen Tongyou, Xing in Mu Xingqiu, Xuan in Mu Songxuan, Huang in Mu Feihuang, Da in Zhao Dayi, Wu in Guan Jinwu, and Ling in Qin Lingshuang.

Shen Xiuming went from feeling emotional to being surprised. Drawing circles was not special. As a teacher, drawing circles on words was almost a habit. But one thing was too coincidental. These ten people were the companions who escaped from Yelin Town together.

Mr. Qin found the box on purpose that night and drew circles on the records of these ten teenagers? Shen Xiuming thought it was unlikely. How could Mr. Qin, who always cared about his reputation, have the leisure to see his biological daughter run away from marriage?

Was it someone else who drew the circle? Shen Xiuming thought it was even more impossible. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He tried to put it aside several times and treat it as a coincidence, but he always couldn't do it. Doubt was like a bug crawling into the ear. The more he tried to lure it out, the deeper it drilled into it.

"Take me to the school... the place where you dug out the box." Shen Xiuming decided to see it with his own eyes.

The five children rushed out to lead the way for Father Shen.

Shen Xiuming put the paper back into the wooden box, tucked it under his arm, and walked out of the room. The guests were drinking happily, and he quietly slipped out under the eaves without being discovered by anyone.

The new town is small, and there are not many residents. Most of them are drinking at Old Man Shen's house. There are almost no people on the street. Five children are running in front, occasionally stopping and turning around, waiting for Old Man Shen to catch up with them panting.

The houses in the town were all newly built within ten years, but they still couldn't stop the surrounding decay: there are still a large number of abandoned houses in the east of the town, which have long been occupied by lush weeds. The new residents once launched a vigorous weed control campaign, but the results were minimal. Those weeds were like being cast a spell and could grow a piece overnight.

But at least humans have gained a foothold here, built houses and roads, and opened up farmland in the wilderness. Everything is still very fragile. As long as humans relax a little, the weeds will come back quietly. Shen Xiuming understood the difficulty of the task, so he refused to admit that he was old, so he loved and even indulged the children, because they were the hope of conquering the wilderness.

The walls of the school had long collapsed, and the bricks and wood that could be used were taken to build a new house, but the weeds could not completely occupy this place. The naughty children explored this area every day, and traces of digging could be seen everywhere.

Five children stood by a deep pit, each with a proud smile on their face. This was their masterpiece. The pit was several feet deep and higher than some of the children.

Shen Xiuming was also laughing, but he made up his mind to fill the pit afterwards. It didn't matter if the children were naughty, but they couldn't be hurt.

There were some miscellaneous small things in the pit, all of which were of little value. Shen Xiuming turned around in place and couldn't recognize which part of the school this place belonged to. It seemed that this trip was in vain. He couldn't find any clues, and even doubts were meaningless.

That was a coincidence, Shen Xiuming thought, Mr. Qin just drew a few circles for some inexplicable reason.

But his heart still couldn't calm down. He looked down at the wooden box and decided to leave it for others to see later.

A loud noise suddenly came from the west of the town. Shen Xiuming was startled and said to the five children: "Go home, don't go out." After that, he ran to the road, secretly saying to himself: You are not old, you can still go to the battlefield.

The guests who were drinking at Shen's house had already crowded into the street, holding weapons in their hands, shouting: "Is the demon tribe attacking? Where is old man Shen?"

Shen Xiuming shouted, caught up, and led the men in the town to run to the creek in the west.

In the abandoned school, the five children did not run home immediately, but stayed by the pit, their eyes getting wider and wider.

Just as old man Shen turned around and left, a white light appeared at the bottom of the pit.

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