Chapter 4 The Book of Vampus

"I'm your grandfather, and your mother is my only daughter." The old man in white said to Qinger.

"Wh--" As soon as Chu Tian rushed five meters behind the old man in white robe, he was hit by an invisible force and flew up again.

"Your mother is gone. Do you remember her? I've been looking for you for a long time. The old man in white robe continued, "You can go home with me now."

"No, I don't want you. I don't know you!" Qing'er cried, "Let go of me, I want my brother..."

The old man in white robe smiled, picked up Qinger and turned around and looked at Chu Tian staring at him like a hungry wolf.

"You have a good backbone. If you want, you can be my apprentice."

"I don't want it!" Chu Tian got up and rushed over again, "Give me back Qinger!"

"A boy who doesn't know what's good or bad." The old man in white robe said, and his body rose in the wind and flew over the wide river with Qinger.

"Brother, brother!" Qing'er cried heartbreakingly in the arms of the old man in the white robe, but her voice seemed to be farther and farther away.

"Qing'er, Qing'er--" Chu Tian couldn't swim. He ran to the nearest bridge crazily.

But soon he realized desperately that even if he ran to the transition bridge, he could not recover Qing'er. The white figure that took her away was like a sudden wind, disappearing in the depths of the wind and snow in an instant.

But Chu Tian couldn't stop running. He chased the cry of Qinger in the wind until the night sky was silent, and Qinger's figure floated away in the wind with her cry.

Chu Tian staggered from the top of the bridge to the foot of the bridge, and his head and hands were blue and red. After a period of numbness, there was a piercing pain everywhere.

He lay on the blue stone strips covered with snow and looked at the night sky, and his eyes couldn't stop crying. There is still a trace of hopeless expectation in his heart. Perhaps, the old man, who comes and goes like a ghost, will go back again and return Qing'er to himself.

When the white snow covered Chu Tian's messy footprints again, the miracle was still hidden in the dark night sky without showing its smiling face. Chu Tian's heart became as cold and stiff as his body, until he suffocated at the bottom of despair.

"Ah--" He suddenly cried loudly, and his tears poured out like a flood that opened the sluice.

He has always thought that he did his best and worked hard to get Qinger, but he didn't realize that in his life, Qinger had already become everything to him. She is the meaning of her existence, and she gives herself the courage to wait for the dawn of a new day.

But suddenly, existence is meaningless. There is no need to look forward to tomorrow's dawn. The only happiness in life is ruthlessly deprived.

So, a 12-year-old teenager, in this way, in the snowy night, let himself be buried by the snow, let himself burst into tears, let himself be hoarse, and cry between heaven and earth that he was ruthlessly taken away by his beloved. But the world is silent. In addition to the raging river beside him to witness his sadness, who will give this helpless teenager a love?

He hates his powerlessness. He hates the ruthless world for himself. He hates the pain imposed on him, but how can he get rid of their entanglement?

The old man in white robe who looks arrogant and ruthless is really Qing'er's grandfather. Can he and Qing'er meet again one day?

It's dawn.

Chu Tian wandered down the river embankment. I don't know when the heavy snow will stop, but the sky is still gloomy and there is no sunshine. There was gradually a voice by the river, and Huaiyang City began to wake up from its sleep.

Under a row of bare poplar trees on the embankment, several morning stalls were set up. The seductive fragrance mixed with the pungent smell of soot floats in the dry and cold air, bringing the first ray of vitality to the city.

Chu Tian was hungry for almost a day and a night, and he couldn't help slowing down his heavy steps in front of a pastry stall.

The owner of the pastry stall is a sister-in-law. She looked at Chu Tian, who was ragged and pale, wandering in front of the stall. Without saying a word, she took out two steaming white-faced steamed buns from the steamer and handed them over.

Chu Tian shook his head. Although his body was extremely hungry and cold, he was really not in the mood to eat.

"Take it, no money!" When the sister-in-law spoke with a strong Huaiyang accent, she stuffed the steamed bun into Chu Tian's hand. It's cold. What if you don't eat?

When Chu Tian was losing his soul, he suddenly felt the long-lost love in the world. Suddenly, his nose was sore and tears were about to fall down. He lowered his head and put the steamed bun into his mouth and took a bite, and chewed it without saying a word.

"Eat slowly, don't chop." The sister-in-law quickly scooped up half a bowl of soy milk from the pot and handed it to Chu Tian.

Chu Tian unconsciously took a sip, and a warm and sweet heat flowed down his throat into the empty stomach.

His body slowly became hot, and he was slightly sober. He said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, sister-in-law."

The sister-in-law shook her head and smiled, "Thank you, who hasn't had a time in trouble?"

Chu Tian was suddenly touched and couldn't help squatting on the ground and sobbing.

The sister-in-law squatted down, wiped the tears and mud from Chu Tian's cheeks, and asked softly, "Little brother, where are your parents? If there is anything difficult, can you tell me? Maybe if you say it, you will feel better.

"My parents are gone..." Chu Tian said.

"Poor--" The sister-in-law was stunned and said, "Well, if you are hungry, just come here to eat steamed buns. Your sister-in-law won't charge you!"

Chu Tian shook his head, took out a piece of broken silver from his arms and handed it over.

"It has to be four or five taels. It's too much. I can't accept it. Be kind! Besides, where did you get so much money at a young age? The sister-in-law was shocked and pushed the money back to Chu Tian.

Chu Tian trembling suddenly stood up and ran away.

The cold wind in the early morning blew his thin clothes close to his body. Chu Tian ran faster and faster. He ran all the way back to the bridge hole where he lived. He lay down and looked at the top with empty eyes.

Qinger was taken away by the old ghost, and Wu Xiucai's family was burned. The young man who fell into the river was probably more and less lucky... Their shadows kept floating around like a horse lantern in front of Chu Tian's eyes, making his chest stuffy, sour and even crazy.

I don't know how long it took, Chu Tian felt a faint pain in his back, and it seemed that something was holding him.

He reached out and touched it listlessly, and his fingers touched a hard thing, with edges and corners, like a wooden box.

"Oh, where did this thing come from?" Chu Tian pulled out the wooden box from under his body in surprise and saw that it was less than a foot long and less than two inches wide. He shook it in his hand, and his hair was muffled.

Is this something left by the young man yesterday?

What's in it? Chu Tian couldn't help but be curious and opened the wooden box.

A faint golden-red halo is emitted from the wooden box, and there is a glittering jade tube in it. The tube is covered with dragon seals and phoenixes drawn with golden textures, such as colorful clouds and moons around a line of red seal books. The seal book's pen was elegant and ancient. Chu Tian guessed and was confused, and reluctantly recognized it: "Fandu Jinshu--"

A mysterious and strange breath escaped from the veins in the jade tube, which penetrated into his skin and hair pores like silk, flowing all over his body like a clear spring, washing away the fatigue and soreness all over his body. Chu Tian couldn't help but pick up the jade tube from the wooden box and pinched it in his hand.

"Well--" The golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and the strange scene came to his face with countless mysterious words and images, as if a brand-new world had opened in an instant--

It seems to be in the bottom of my heart, in my ear, and there is a voice saying to myself:

"From this moment on, everything will change and everything will be different.

Accept or fight--

Are you ready?