Urbaner Blumentraum

Kapitel 245

The sky was finally completely dark. (2009-07-24 12:14)

Before seeing the lamp, Zhu Huihui was running through the woods with a large rooster under his arm, in a very cheerful mood.

A big, fat, spotted pig followed behind her, waddling along on its four chubby little legs, grunting and squealing as it ran, its little tail wagging happily.

The brothers Zhu Huihui and Zhu Huahua couldn't help but be unhappy!

Although she was chased by five or six big dogs when she sneaked into the village to steal chickens, she and her dog managed to escape safely thanks to their cleverness honed from working together for so long!

Seeing that she had escaped far enough and was no longer afraid of being caught, Zhu Huihui finally stopped.

Touching her empty stomach and looking at the plump chicken in her hand, she sighed, "Please forgive me, hero! Although I promised you I wouldn't steal anymore, I had no choice. Losing my integrity is a small matter; starving to death is a big one."

She heard this from a teacher one day when she was taking a nap in the sun by the wall of a bookstore.

She looked around, trying to find a place to clean and roast the chicken, but after taking a closer look at her surroundings, she couldn't help but frown.

Sparse forest, gloomy wilderness. She was so focused on running away that she didn't pay attention to where she was.

Just as I was wondering, a light suddenly lit up in the distance ahead.

The dim yellow light flickered, like a cloudy eye in the darkness, blinking incessantly.

Zhu Huihui was stunned for a moment, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

The faint light that suddenly appeared in the wilderness reminded her of a similarly starless and moonless night long ago.

It was very late that night. She hadn't found any food, and with an empty stomach, she carried Huahua and walked through a long, dark place, feeling cold and hungry.

Footsteps suddenly came from behind!

In the deserted alley, the sound was unusually heavy, each step seeming to pound on her heart.

An inexplicable fear made her take off running, not even daring to look back to see what was behind her! She was afraid that if she slowed down, a sharp, white jaws would bite into her neck!

The light that suddenly appeared in the wilderness, like the footsteps that night, ignited a strange fear in her heart.

She couldn't help but shiver, shrink her neck, and muttered to herself, "Looks like I've been having a run of bad luck lately. I'd better stay away from places like that!"

The rooster, waving its wings, kicked Hua Hua's rear end: "Hua Hua, let's take another route!"

Hua Hua just hummed twice and offered other opinions every day.

In the deathly silent forest, these few "humming" sounds warmed Zhu Huihui's heart a little—after all, she wasn't alone. Although her mother didn't want her, the hero didn't want her, and her master and mistress didn't want her, at least she still had Huahua to keep her company!

There was actually no path in the woods; she just randomly chose a direction and walked aimlessly, but she stopped again after walking less than two miles.

A light was also lit not far ahead.

Without saying a word, turn around immediately and go in another direction.

Before we had gone even half a mile, a faint light appeared in front of us again.

It was a small, dilapidated house with an open window. In the distance, an oil lamp could be seen on a wooden table in front of the window.

The flickering firelight was as dim as a bean.

Further away, there were some indistinct mounds of earth.

Some have stone tablets in front of them, some don't; some are overgrown with long, rustling weeds, while others are completely barren; some have cold, green phosphorescent lights floating on them, while others are cracked open, revealing stark white bones...

"No way!" After going around and around, we ended up in a mass grave!

Zhu Huihui looked ahead and cursed his bad luck. All he wanted was to find a place to roast the chicken, have a good meal with Huahua, and then take a nap by the fire!

Why is this place so hard to find!

She turned to leave when a strange laugh suddenly came from above. Startled, she dropped the chicken she was holding. Then she heard the sound of flapping wings in the air. Looking up, she saw an owl flapping its wings and flying to another tree.

She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart pounding wildly. She couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You wicked owl, you damn owl! Can't we sleep in the same tree? What are you doing, changing trees in the middle of the night? You scared me half to death!"

Forget it, there are too many ghosts in this place, I can't stay here—even if there are people, they're probably scarier than ghosts!

Could someone who could survive in a ghost town be an ordinary person in that dilapidated little house?

So let's go as fast and as far as possible!

Zhu Huihui felt increasingly hopeless about the future, so he abandoned the chicken he had painstakingly stolen and turned to run away. After running for a dozen steps and not seeing Huahua following, he looked back in bewilderment and was immediately horrified.

Since ancient times, pigs have loved to root in the ground, rabbits have loved to burrow, and rats have loved to gnaw on things; these are all physiological needs and instincts.

Although Zhu Huahua is a relatively intelligent pig, in terms of nature, she is not much different from other pigs of the same kind.

At this moment, it was on a mound of earth at the edge of the forest, using its nose to nudge and push, causing dirt to fly everywhere.

Upon closer inspection, Zhu Huihui realized that it wasn't a mound at all, but a grave. The stone tablet was broken in two and leaning to one side, with new soil covering the old soil on the grave mound.

To her horror, a pale white thigh was exposed where the flower had arched open.

"Huahua! What are you doing!" Zhu Huihui, afraid of disturbing the ghost, didn't dare to scold loudly. Instead, she picked up something and threw it at Zhu Huahua's bottom. Only after it slipped from her hand did she realize that it wasn't a stone, but a bead the size of a child's fist.

A chill ran down her spine. Was that an eyeball?

No! Eyeballs aren't that hard! With a quick sweep, I found several more beads of the same size on the ground. They felt heavy in my hand, and I couldn't tell if they were made of iron or something else. They were flat and round with a hole in the middle.

She felt that this thing looked familiar, and after thinking about it for a while, she suddenly realized that it was an abacus bead!

Strange! Can ghosts in the graveyard even play with abacuses?