827 Them (2/2)

Looking at the ribs all over the ground, the butcher opened his mouth, revealing his yellow teeth, and was about to cry out as if he was laughing at himself. Suddenly, he threw his heavy knife to the ground, crouched down holding his head with his hands, and began crying. He still did not dare to look at her face.

”The marinated ribs may be too fatty. I will steal some cordate houttuynia from the palace. That is the best condiment to be cooked with the meat, they...”

A drunkard came in from outside. He was murmuring until he saw the crack and the butcher, who was crying like a child that was seeing a ghost.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something but he discovered that his throat was too dry to make a sound. Only the flagon hanging on his waist shook in the cold wind, making a whooshing sound.

He looked at the girl in blue and his face turned pale in one second. He was in shock because he could not understand anything in front of him and did not know how this had happened.

The butcher's shop was silent.

The drunkard gradually calmed down, at least he looked a little more normal. He hoarsely said, ”Can I know who you are? Where are you from and where are you going?”

For the girl, the last two questions were not the real questions, but the first question was. Therefore, she thought for a moment, putting her hands behind her back. She was looking at some place in the world and thinking of her past.

The flagon stopped swinging, but the chilly wind still continued.

In the twinkling of an eye, the drunkard disappeared from the butcher's shop.

The drunkard went to the large levee of the Sea of Storm in the Kingdom of Song, and then he went to Lanke Temple. After that, he went to a nest of a group of water bandits in the middle of Great Lake. He even went to Chang'an and stopped in front of the Academy for a long time. However, eventually, he chose to go to some small island in the depths of the South Sea because he believed that Chen Mou would not make a mistake.

He just stayed on that island, which was full of hot fog, for a short while. This short time was the sun rising and falling three times, as well as the tide going out and coming in three times.

The drunkard had spent those three days dawdling, thinking only of one thing. In order to accomplish that, he was willing to suffer a great loss. In order to avoid her, he would do anything that could keep him alive.

The drunkard stood on a black rock in the morning, looking toward the far north. He had tried his best but he was still unable to see the mainland. He considered it a relief rather than a sadness. At this moment, he thought he could probably sympathize with Chen Mou during those years.

Even if he could not step on the mainland, so what?

In his lengthy life, besides the last Everlasting Night, he had only had this kind of ”Treme” feeling one other time—when he saw the broken carriage being dragged by an old yellow bull entering the small town.

Even those two times were not as thrilling as this one. The drunkard felt lucky for himself, but sorry for the butcher. And when he was happy, he needed to drink.

As he took the flagon off his waist and lifted it to his mouth, a white-jade hand came and took it away through the sea breeze.

The hand was so natural and casual. No one could refuse it.

She picked up the flagon and began drinking, dripping the wine on her blue dress before drinking it all up.

She threw the flagon back to the drunkard.

Then they returned to the small town together.

Three days had passed. The town was smellier but not a thing had changed in the butcher's shop. The butcher stood in the corner with his head lowered, not crying or running away.

The drunkard was limitless and boundless. Three days was merely his one flash of thought. His realm was really profound. He might have understood the most advanced rules of time and space in the world of Haotian.

However, she was Haotian and this was her world. She was the rule. No matter how deep they understood the rule, they were still in the rule. How could they get away from her?

”Good wine,” she looked at him and said.

This was the first time she had spoken in the world. Her voice was so flat, expressing no emotion. It did not sound mechanical but it was blank, quiet, transparent, and void.

She had only said two words, but they sounded like countless syllables. It was as complex as a beautiful song of nature.

Everyone would be in awe when they heard this sound. The higher the level they were at, the more they could feel in her voice and the more eager they would like to worship such a great being.

That included the drunkard and the butcher.