Introduction

In his eyes, there is no servant who is more loyal than the night. It always comes, goes, and never betrays it. The winds coming and going are nothing special, but when they pass through the pyramids of Giza, they become people who can fly, murmuring in your ears that have been buried for thousands of years, one after another, one past that has been eroded by wind and sand.

He was used to standing at the top of the Sphinx statue on a crescent night. This huge huge stone lying across the sky and the earth had the courage to connect the world. He was familiar with this stone, just like his own flesh and blood.

He could not remember the warmth and shape of the sunshine, and could only recall the last sunrise in his memory from the sparse moonlight. He stood on the Sphinx for a few hours, and his beige windbreaker was lifted by the wind, like a pair of wings about to spread. His body was still motionless, as if the huge block under his feet had transmitted the absolute solidification to him, and he wanted to

It seems like turning him into a part of himself.

There was a strange movement under his feet. A few wild cats that came from unknown to him gathered together, raised their heads and whistled, and meowed one after another. The leading black cat licked the injured front paws, looking at him standing tall on the top with a strange, upward look.

He just moved his eyelashes slightly and stretched out his left hand casually.

A drop of dew-like light fell from his fingertips to the top of the black cat's head, turning into a cute and round bubble, wrapping the little thing funnyly, rising from the ground, and floating in front of him like a hydrogen balloon. The pair of round cat eyes reflected the coldness in the moonlight and threw towards his face. The injured cat's claws trembled slightly, and blood surged out of the ulcerated wound.

He gently held the floating cat, sliding his fingers along the smooth round surface outside.

"Does it hurt?" His lips twitched slightly.

The black cat meowed.

"I see."

His eyes, which had no content at all, suddenly became softer, and his sliding fingers suddenly stopped, and his fingertips gently pinched into the bubble.

Bang. A slight sound. You have to sharpen your ears to hear the movement.

The black cat no longer breathes, and its still warm body is like the last fallen leaf in the autumn wind, stopping in his palm.

"That's fine." He put down its body, "Death is another new life."

Death is another new life.

This is what he often says.

In the wind, there are ancient nursery rhymes singing softly—

The warehouse was already full of loads, and handfuls of millet rolled out of the edge.

The ship was already full of loads, and the millet was rolling outside.

But we still have to carry it, and we cannot forget a single one.

Because Anubis is under the moon, he will take away the lazy doll.

Anubis is under the moon...

He closed his eyes and listened quietly.

one

I am probably the only creature who has been taken away from his "identity" and can live safely.

In the past, I was the boss lady who was "constantly" and now I was the boss lady of "Mu Sheng". In the past, I was a tree demon robes with a thousand years of cultivation and had a perfect world. Now I am just an ordinary person living in a flesh and blood body with less than a year left in my lifeline. If I can't "retrieve myself" during this period, I used to be surrounded by many monsters and had a lot of gold as a reward. But now, besides a helper who works as a part-time marshmallow in the store, there are only human customers who occasionally come to me for divination.

That's right, I'm now making money by selling marshmallows and using tarot cards to make money for others. I'm completely hard-working and self-reliant. My fellow tribe, the tree demon girl named Mu, used a trick that is not really too clever to trick me away my true body and human form. Simply put, now she is the "constant" boss lady, she is the tree demon robe, and she has taken over everything about me.

It's still very depressing. I feel sorry for the gold that fell into other people's pockets. I occasionally miss the fat and the thin ones. Without these two fools for me to use and bully, my life is indeed pale.

I tried to analyze Mu's psychology. Now she could kill me with a little finger, but she didn't want to use another method to "save" me well. I think she must have read reactionary remarks such as "It's far better to let a person die happily than to let him live in pain" and then practiced them on me.

But, I really have such a deep hatred between her and me?

I just dispelled the delusion of an immature little monster.

I extracted so much about Mu.

It was the day when I first got a human form and started practicing in Fulong Mountain.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I went down to the depression at the foot of the mountain to find a wild fruit called Shanmangzi. It was actually not delicious. It was extremely sour and slightly bitter. The flesh was rough and like a handful of thorns to throw it into my mouth. But Zimiao insisted that I eat one every day until the winter solstice, which was beneficial to harmonizing the breath and consolidating the vitality. In addition to the taste of this fruit, I remember that there was also the small locust tree that grew alone in the middle of the depression, short and thin, and maldeveloped. Each branch hung in distantly, like a pile of messy hair.

It is really inconspicuous. If it weren't for the fact that there was only this tree in the entire depression, I might not have discovered its existence.

At that time, I was still a little tree demon who was more playful than the sky. I liked to weave a net of vines growing around the depression, and then ran to the pool made of spring water gushing out of a dark cave to catch fish and play. The fish in the pool were very beautiful, not only colorful, but also made nice croakings. Especially when I was trapped by my net, some would make baby-like crying, which made me feel very interesting at that time. I often grabbed them in a prank, let them go, grabbed them again, and let them go, and let them go, and I enjoyed it.

There are many small animals in the depression, including beautiful orange-winged birds, smart white foxes, and cunning gophers. But my favorite is the three-eared rabbit, black-faced and white-body, fat as a ball of hair. I took my own children and foolishly twisted to the edge of the pool to find those moss-like weeds to eat. For these little fat guys who couldn't help but want to tease me, I always hide in the dark, and then jumped out with my teeth and claws, scaring these little guys to the point of being so scared that they almost rolled into the pool, while I stood aside and laughed.

I fully enjoy the freedom to cultivate into a human form, and my body and soul are intoxicated in the most primitive and purest joy.

But that day, when the little locust tree hooked my arm with shame and shamelessness, called out my name, and begged me to find Zimiao to turn her into a human form, I refused without hesitation.

"Why not? Sister Shawei, I clearly saw that Zimiao gave you a human form that night!" Its branches wrapped my arms tightly and shook unwillingly, "Sister, beg Zimiao for the human form to be given to me."

It's so funny! Are we familiar with each other?

Faced with such a tribe who emerged out of thin air and her "rude" request, I was naturally disgusted, and it was even more impossible to do what she wanted. Zi Miao told me that when he gave me a human form, it seemed easy, and it took a lot of energy and spiritual power to be fully restored. My human form was hard-won, so I hoped that I would practice well. For this fact, my focus was not on what Zi Miao said to me, but on his pale lips when he spoke. From then on, I found that what I mind most was not how I practiced myself, but on whether Zi Miao was secretly good or not.

Now, how could I cause trouble for Zimiao for the incredible "extraordinary hope" of my so-called same race? I have no friendship with this locust tree. I just occasionally get tired of playing, so I lean on its trunk to rest for a while, and occasionally say a few boring whispers to it. Could it be that it is based on this that I am a close friend and a friend, and can I hang out with both sides? It's so funny.

"Sister Shafu, take me away!" it continued to beg.

"That won't work. I'm different from you." I began to pull the branches that were entangled with me.

"Why aren't we born in the same place?" It was confused, and seemed a little angry.

"I said everything, we are different."

I don’t know why I always emphasize this point. What’s different from it? It’s just that one is born on the top of a mountain and the other is born at the foot of a mountain.

"What's different! You can, and I can do it too! I want to live freely like my sister!" The branches that were entangled with me became tighter and tighter.

"It's better for you to stay here." I couldn't find any more convincing reasons, and just repeated clumsyly while tearing the branches.

"Lie! You lie! You lie! You can, why can't I!"

Those branches actually spread to my neck, full of anger to strangle me to death.

Just kidding, how could such a weak locust tree be my opponent? Although I only had the ability of a three-legged cat at that time, I was a dignified tree demon who was cultivated by Zi Miao, the god of Sifang Water, and was personally a maid.

Its branches were cut into several pieces by my spell.

I heard it crying behind me.

"I want to be like you... I also want to eat wild fruits in the mountains and scare those fat rabbits... I also want someone to talk to me and take me to Fengxing, just like Zimiao treats you..."

I ran away quickly. Her crying made me feel very uncomfortable. At that time, I had not yet understood the sadness of others.

three

From now on, I never went to that depression again. The crying of the locust tree and the isolated figure were soon forgotten by me.

However, I thought it faded out of what I remembered, but never faded out of the other person's life for a moment.

I discovered this problem a thousand years later.

I want to be like you...

At dusk, your wish is finally fulfilled.

I took a sip of tea and walked to the door of the store. The evening glow was floating above the buildings opposite. Because of this layer of light, this secluded and inconspicuous street has a magnificent and grand momentum.

But at the edge of the sky, I seemed to see some restless undercurrents, gray-black waves slowly gathered towards the brightest part in the center, slowly eroding it with a certainty.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at it again. Everything in the sky was as normal as it was, and the sunset was still shining, and it was still a normal and beautiful evening.

Maybe I am hungry. I am already a mortal body. I have long lost the ability to observe the sky and the earth. What I saw just now must be an illusion.

When I returned to the store, I grabbed a few biscuits to fill my stomach. The strange feeling in my heart was still lingering, so I simply took out my tarot card, shuffled and cut the cards at will. Thinking about the "illusion" I just saw, I drew out the top one.

Looking at the card I took out, I was a little stunned, then sighed and thought, maybe what I saw just now was not an illusion.

What I pulled out was the "demon".

Four

Not too far from my birthday, I smelled the smell of winter. Outside the window, various colors quietly passed from gorgeous to monotonous.

On the surface, I was content with poverty and "enjoying" my new life, but secretly thought of all the ways to turn defeat into victory.

Mu did not make any special moves during this period. He just came to Mu Sheng once, and he was still the winner's posture. He looked at me with a smile and said that fat people and thin people are so stupid. In addition to making desserts and picking up girls, his IQ is almost zero, which is indeed very compatible with his style. There are also those monsters who come to ask for help. They are really funny and troublesome than the other.

"Oh." I chewed the apple in my hand and said while eating, "If they were really smart, they would not regard you as me. It would be difficult for you, so I would help me cook those idiots."

"Haha." Mu stroked the long black hair that did not belong to her at all, and smiled, "I really like your body, so beautiful, and has a thousand years of cultivation."

I gnawed the apple with big mouthfuls, and didn't look at her, just said, "I also think my body is very good, but you have such a low configuration, aren't you afraid of being incompatible? Haha."

She sneered, stood behind me, leaned over in my ear and said, "Sister, one day you will come and beg me for crying, just like I did back then."

I'm lazy to respond.

"Ah, by the way, I will take good care of those monsters who come to you," she suddenly turned around and blinked at me playfully before she left the door, "because I need them."

The word "need" is clearly marked by the word arsenic.

"Everything you do now will be priced in the future." I only threw this sentence to her.

"Aren't you the best manifestation of this sentence?" She left with a laugh.

This woman is so arrogant that she says she is not angry, it is fake, and I am not a god. However, the focus of our verbal battle is not on who angered who, but on the way she brought me a dangerous preview. I don’t know what the reason for Mu’s “hiding” during this period is that he has no abnormal behavior, but I know very well that everything she does is not just as simple as revenge on me.

She said that she has a master.

But what can I do now? Do you want to run to the gate and keep erecting a sign, saying that the boss of the robe is a pirated man. Whether you humans or monsters, don’t look for her again, just in case of an accident?
To be continued...