Everyone longs for longevity.

In ancient times, emperors spent thousands of dollars seeking medicinal herbs, and the centenarians of the existing Changshou Village were regarded as blessings. Because of these two words, there are always idiots and resentful daughters who come to the Ye family's door, kneeling and begging the Ye family to bless them from life and death.

From the perspective of the Ye family, the word longevity is absurd and ignorant.

The absurd is that it is said to be longevity, but in fact it is only a short hundred years, and it is only a moment in the world; the foolish is that they do not know that the Dao is in the sky, the destiny is fixed, and the ethics are constant, how can it be reversed at will?

But now, the head of the Ye family clearly saw the immortality from the face of the child in front of him. He was frightened by it, and gave birth to twelve points of vigilance—

This should not be the fate of mortals.

Who will turn things around for him?

"I want him."

When he was silent, Ye Yanzhi had already repeated this sentence again. He also took the hand of the child beside him and raised his dark eyes, "He followed me."

The head of the Ye family tried to persuade, but when he met his gaze, his heart suddenly turned cold, realizing that the other party did not give him any room to refuse.

It's not asking for his opinion either.

He woke up and stopped talking immediately. The Ye family will still rely on this young god in the future. If there is no Ye Yanzhi, why will there be another hundred years of glory?

Just nod.

The gray smoke curled up, covering most of the eyebrows. Among them, Ye Yanzhi warmly asked the child who was still bewildered by him, "What's your name?"

"Kou Dong..."

The child answered in a low voice, looked up at his mother, and explained in a low voice, "I, I was born in winter."

At that time, Kou Dong was only six years old, and his mother held the other hand, revealing a terrifyingly pale face, even his fingernails and lips were white. Those were the traces of hereditary disease on him. He has been frail and sickly since birth. He should have aborted the baby, but his father passed away when his wife was just pregnant. He became the only consolation for the woman who was about to become a mother, and he refused to give up.

After seeing many doctors and drinking countless medicines, he was born. Kou Dong was born weighing less than three pounds, and was admitted to the ICU as soon as he came out.

In the years after that, he spent more time in the hospital than at home, hanging himself on medicine for a long time. After he was five years old, even the doctors couldn't save him.

Just two years.

They all gave the woman this result, and persuaded her: "It's better... let the child suffer less."

But women don't want to believe it. She is such a relative who would rather die than her child die, no matter what she does, she must keep her child alive. The doctors in the world had no choice, so she began to pray to gods and worship Buddha, and finally found out about the Ye family from a master, and immediately took her children all the way to the door.

It can be said that Kou Dong's stay at Ye's house was settled immediately. His mother agreed without any hesitation. The moment she heard the other party's words, she burst into tears, dragging her son to kneel, but the head of the Ye family was eventually defeated. stopped.

"Don't kneel. Who can say for sure about life and death?"

He didn't say anything with a deeper meaning.

The Ye family themselves are the executioners of those who are not yet dead. Now, do those who take the butcher knives protect them and indulge them under their noses?

It just sounds ridiculous.

What's even more ridiculous is that they can't do anything about it.

Kou Dong just moved into the residence of the gods. In order to cultivate the relationship between Ye Yanzhi and the Ye family as early as possible, the owner of the family has been taking him to live in the ancestral temple, but now that there is a Kou Dong, Ye Yanzhi asked for another place and moved in alone. It's not big, it's a small and compact yard. Fortunately, there are flowers in front and trees behind it. It's quiet and clean, and no one dares to come in to disturb it, and even the god of death does not dare to approach it at will.

Although the young god claimed to be mature early, it was the first time he had raised a child, and he himself also looked like a child. The Ye family had the bloodline of a Celestial Master, and there were many people who practiced at night. He didn't even know that Kou Dong needed to sleep at night, and he did not arrange for Kou Dong to sleep for two or three consecutive days.

It was only Xiao Kou Dong who suffered. Facing such a stern-faced stranger, he was naturally more sensible, and he didn't dare to say anything when he was sleepy. In addition, he was born weak, and he almost fainted soon, which frightened Ye Yanzhi into confusion.

After finally rescuing the person, the young deity asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Xiao Kou Dong was aggrieved to death, and finally choked up in a low voice: "You are scary..."

After all, he was still young, and Ye Yanzhi was expressionless all day long. Seeing everyone was very powerful, the Ye family respected him when they saw him. In addition, he occasionally caught a glimpse of the lonely ghost who came to greet Ye Yanzhi. He nodded and bowed cautiously in front of Ye Yanzhi. In his heart, the young gods basically equated with these.

Lonely ghosts are scary.

Ye Yanzhi, who is more powerful than them...

It can only be equal to more scary!

Xiao Kou Dong was so frightened that he didn't dare to mention it without sleeping for a few days, for fear that if he mentioned it, he would be dragged to slaughter.

In this regard, Ye Yanzhi: "..."

He is not, he is not.

You are thinking too much about yourself.

Ye Yanzhi finally realized what was wrong, and began to clumsily try to take care of the child in a child's way, playing and chatting with him, and finally opened the child's heart, in exchange for a timid "Brother Yan" .

In Kou Dong's eyes, Yan Zhi's brother is always powerful, incredibly powerful. He watched cartoons in the ward when he was a child, and always yearned for a hero in the cartoons who could help him get rid of the disease and pain at once.

Now the heroes in my mind all have the same name, they are all called Ye Yanzhi.

Ye Yanzhi Ye Yanzhi.

Reading these words, it seems that even the shadow of death has dissipated. Kou Dong even forgot that his original date of death passed in such a dull way day by day.

During this period, his condition relapsed twice. He was talking to Ye Yanzhi just fine, but when Ye Yanzhi turned back, he had already fallen on his back, his face was as white as a new piece of paper that had just been printed. Unable to speak, he fell to the ground.

Ye Yanzhi was frightened by him once, but only the second time, he took out the medicine from the medicine bottle and poured it into his mouth.

His children always have a lot of medicine and carry a large medicine jar with them. The head of the Ye family sometimes said: "This child may have suffered a lot since he was a child."

Sick from birth, pain has become commonplace. That kind of pain that is unbearable for an adult, he was able to express it by crying when he was born, but now that he has grown up a little, knowing that this kind of crying may make his mother uncomfortable, he simply does not say a word.

Ye Yanzhi's hands were on his forehead, and when he asked him if it hurt, Xiao Kou Dong could open his eyes and tell him whether it hurt.

With the fine sweat on his forehead, he smiled slowly, and repeated as if afraid that he would not believe, "It really doesn't hurt."

The young god did not withdraw his hand, and did not say a word for a long time.

He is not stupid, and he can naturally see that the child is lying. For some reason, his heart also seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand. The hand tightened a little bit, and for the first time he felt a fine and unfamiliar pain coming from the hair in his chest.

The head of the Ye family advised him not to be so diligent several times, "After all, he's just a mortal, and he can't accompany you for a long time..."

The young god seemed to have listened, but also seemed not to listen and did not respond.

The head of the Ye family persuaded: "You are sincere to him. If the time limit comes, wouldn't it be uncomfortable? Besides, he is not the Ye family. If he fails your heart later"

Ye Yanzhi raised his head and stared straight at him with thick black eyes. That look made the Ye Family Patriarch's heart tremble slightly.

"What is it that makes Grandpa unhappy?"

he said slowly.

"Is he dying soon, or..."

"His surname is not Ye?"

The head of the Ye family was speechless for a while. He regarded the young gods as a blessing after the Ye family, how could he be happy to see that the other party likes outsiders other than the Ye family who come to share?

He couldn't even tell what Ye Yanzhi liked about that child. Is it looks? temperament? Or next to it?

The Ye family has flourished for many years, and there are many children and grandchildren, including many young children. He tried to find the same sick, the same harmless soft temperament, the same brown eyes, it can be said that there are all kinds of things that can be tried, and he has tried them all over and over again.

However, it was of no use. The young gods didn't even look at others.

"Don't bring other people over to see me again," the young god said softly, "Don't have another time."

He is not a merciful God. On the contrary, he is paranoid, sinister, and ruthless, and no one can make him change his mind except what he has already decided.

Ye Family Patriarch Ne Ne said after a long time, "But his lifespan..."

Ye Yanzhi didn't speak any more.

His paranoia had actually been revealed at this moment, making him determined to protect the child he decided to protect at all costs.

Kou Dong is unique. The young gods liked his brownish, translucent pupils, half-mellow like honey; liked his fine, soft hair that fell gently and harmlessly from his forehead; liked his head resting on his own On his knees, the half-warm body temperature passed over; he liked the two pale blue blood vessels that appeared on the top of his neck, as if smudged open. Appearance, temperament, experience, it is these that make people unique and unusual. Not to mention replacement, even similarity is an extravagant hope.

Ye Yanzhi's eyes gradually converged. He looked straight into the distance, where on the high eaves, there was a black shadow looming.

"Wrong," a voice in the bottom of his heart told him decisively, the Divine Seal buzzing and giving a sharp reminder for the first time in history, "You can't think like this. This thought will make you angry, crazy, and The dark side, once the dark side appears, you will end up being doomed—"

But Ye Yanzhi strangled the voice without hesitation.

"I won't watch him die."

"I won't—watch him die."

He suddenly taught Kou Dong a new game one night.

"Hide and seek," the young god told him. "Hide, hide—don't be discovered."

Xiao Kou Dong looked up at him in confusion, because his brother Yanzhi was still holding his hand, and the two of them were holding his hands tightly, and there was no sign of letting them go.

But how do we hide and seek, aren't they the only two who hide and catch?

Ye Yanzhi's hand was cold, not as warm as his.

"I didn't catch it," the young god said lightly, "someone will come to catch it."

"Someone will come... to play with us."

In the middle of the night, Ye Yanzhi woke him up from his dream. Kou Dong raised his head, but heard a strange sound of footsteps approaching. The footsteps dragged slowly, each step seemed heavy and laborious, accompanied by the sound of the iron chain clattering.

someone is coming.

Ye Yanzhi pulled him up without a word, covered his mouth and shook his head, motioning to him: hide!

They also held hands and quietly slipped out of the room, all the way to the courtyard. The sound was always near and far, and Kou Dong caught a glimpse of a thin and long black shadow, wrapped in a thick and wide hood, with an unusually pointed weapon in his hand.

He was filled with such a deep and low breath, which made Xiao Kou Dong feel inexplicably terrified. He shrank again beside the young god, and asked in a low voice who it was.

The young god also answered him truthfully.

"It's the god of death."

Kou Dong's face suddenly turned pale.

"grim Reaper?"

Of course he knew what Death was doing. His mother prayed to the gods and worshipped Buddha all day long, and she often set an offering table for the god of death at home, begging the other party to spare her son for the sake of these tributes. From then on, Kou Dong knew that Death was here to take him away.

His curling up was quickly felt by Ye Yanzhi.

"Don't be afraid," the god covered his ears with his small palm, "don't be afraid..."

Together they looked at the courtyard in front of them. In the misty white mist, a black shadow gradually approached.

On the other end, it was the low voice of the young god.

"You just treat this as a game of hide and seek."

It is ghosts who catch people, and people who are caught.

Don't let the ghosts find you—

Kou Dong closed his eyes suddenly, the figure of the god of death was already in front of him, and the cold light of the sickle frequently swayed and flashed in front of him. He could even see under the hood a pair of lifeless eyes staring at him, cold, emotionless—

He wanted to shout, he wanted to scream. His heart beat fast out of his chest, and he realized that he was still going to die.

The one who cannot escape—he must die. This seems to be a doomed ending that cannot be escaped. No matter how many times he has tried, he cannot change the fate of premature death.

But the young god still did not let go of the hand covering his ears.

"I'll keep him from seeing you."

He murmured under oath, dragging the child closer to him. Kou Dong could smell the faint aura coming from him, as if it were snow on a high mountain, or a pine tree standing upright in winter. Across the hazy white fog, his deep eyebrows were still clearly visible.

"I will, so that he can't see you."

He forcibly cut out a lifeline for him in death. In the innumerable days that followed, countless games of hide-and-seek unfolded in the small courtyard, and then expanded from this small courtyard to the street where Kou Dong lived, and to the entire deceased. He hid Kou Dong at the core of the game. , took his children out of the shadow of death again and again.

As he said to Kou Dong at the beginning, this is a game, a turn-based hide-and-seek.

Now.

In this labyrinth made of spider silk, Kou Dong with a pale face appeared in front of him. There was the gray rabbit in front of him, looking up as well, and he saw unrecognizable hatred in the eyes of the two.

His children have found him.

"Don't look any further," Lin Mengmeng urged, "it's time for you to do it! If you don't do it again, those spiders will catch up again!"

As if to verify his words, there was a faint sound in the distance, like the sound of insect arthropods rubbing against the ground.

"Here they are," said the gray rabbit anxiously, "you—"

Kou Dong's pupils were not focused, and he was vaguely floating in the air, "Let me think about it."

Actually no time to think about it.

In just a few minutes, he saw again at the end of his vision the hideous, compound-eyed heads of the gigantic insects—they looked at him, rustling with unmistakable joy, stepping on sticky The white cobwebs approached him.

At this moment, he was the prey stuck on the spider web.

The gray rabbit let out a terrified inhalation sound, then turned to look at him, and gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind.

"If you don't think about it, think about it again. I can barely hold on for a while."

"But you have to remember, there is not much time left for us! ... There are so many people waiting for you!"

After saying this, it was also ready to fight, suddenly kicked its hind legs, and started a fight with a spider closest to it. Its small size has no advantage in the battle at all, and it is basically played by a few spiders back and forth between its cheliceras, tossing it up and down, and the bits and pieces of fluff fall off.

Rao is like this, it is still shouting at Kou Dong:

"You... think about it again! I'll hold on to it!"

...

Up to now, Kou Dong actually has only this companion left by his side. Only this companion, who ran away with him back then, is now coming back for him, just to save him.

And Song Hong.

And Ash.

And the gardener.

There are many other players.

They are all still buried under this piece of spider silk ruins, and they will be completely shrouded in the shadow of death when they do not know.

Kou Dong wanted to have a cigarette. He is not a person who likes to smoke, but now he really wants to smoke one.

He looked down at the man in front of him.

Ye Yanzhi also raised his jaw slightly and looked at him.

It was as if what he was holding in his hand was not the last arrow that would kill him.

"Cub," the young man finally lowered his head and whispered, "how did things become like this?"

The moment Ye Yanzhi was drawn out from the prize pool was still vivid in his mind. He finally hatched the egg with all his efforts, took Ye Yanzhi by his side, and regarded him as his own-at that time, he never thought that there would be such a son in the future who would be mischievous with his old father. The bloody ending of father and son falling in love and killing each other.

What kind of plot is this? Completely inconsistent with the perception of a sweet girl like Kou Dong to the anchor!

It's like a vulgar family ethics drama!

Ye Yanzhi only slightly hooked the corner of his mouth. His strength was exhausted.

From the death of the god of death to the present, he has suffered a powerful revenge from the rules. The stronger the deceased is now, the weaker his power will be.

Now, he would really be killed by that arrow.

Kou Dong stood in front of him and looked at him seriously for the last time, staring at his particularly dark and deep eyebrows.

"Are you going to regret it?"

The god shook his head slightly.

"Don't think you killed me," he finally said to his own children, "yes—it was me."

"...not you."

What Shenyin said was absolutely right. His greed, anger, and obsession eventually taught him to be doomed.

And the young man should be innocent, dreaming back at midnight, he didn't want it to be a nightmare about murder.

"Hide-and-seek is over," he finally said softly and gently. In fact, he wanted to reach out and touch the child who he raised twice with his own hands, but now he is imprisoned and unable to touch, which eventually became only a Slight indiscernible movement, "You win."

There seemed to be a layer of water mist in Kou Dong's eyes all of a sudden, and it seemed to disappear in a blink of an eye. He let out a small breath, rubbing the sharp arrows with his fingers.

In fact, there is no hesitation at all, there is no other way in front of him.

only.

Only.

The right hand is slowly pulled back, and the bowstring is fully drawn, like a beautiful crescent moon.

The tip of the arrow moved down slowly, aiming at the chest of the person in front of him wrapped in spider silk. The gray rabbit looked from a distance and stayed there for a while.

His voice was dry and his voice became hoarse.

"Bye now."

three

two

He suddenly turned around.

one!

What a sharp arrow! At that moment, it seemed to come alive, and it shot forward quickly, leaving only a barely visible afterimage. Accompanied by the flashing cold light and the sound of tearing the air, it moved forward accurately, and without hesitation, penetrated the chest in front of it.

- A soft, hairy chest.

The gray rabbit looked down slowly, the arrow was not elsewhere.

It was firmly inserted into its chest.

In an instant, the deceased let out an unprecedented shrill roar, and countless spiders rushed towards here - and Kou Dong, who was in the center of the storm, still maintained his archery posture and watched calmly.

Lin Mengmeng didn't fall down, it was still standing. Its jet-black button eyes stared at Kou Dong, moved its mouth, and finally said, "Why?"

It started to melt. The soft hairs flew from it in tufts, and vague human figures appeared on it in a trance, first the godfather, then the siren, Ye Yan, the psychiatrist, the vampire, the ghost baby... These are like revolving lanterns. The changes and fusions on its body finally formed a face that was exactly the same as Ye Yanzhi.

And it looked at Kou Dong with Ye Yanzhi's eyes.

From that eye socket, a drop of pitch-black blood dripped down slowly, stagnating on his cheek forever.

"Master, why... kill me?"

"Why?" The corners of Kou Dong's lips twitched slightly, and he laughed softly, "Isn't this what you taught me?"

"Never believe in games, only what you should believe."

"You're just a little wrong."

"Lin Mengmeng" still asked what it was, Kou Dong put down the bow and arrow, nodded his head, and said normally: "You pull the whole world over, I also believe him."

Ye Yanzhi's heart suddenly heated up.

"Do you know why?" Kou Dong sneered, "It's called a father-son relationship, do you understand? I don't believe in my own cub, am I sick, so I ran over to believe in you?"

"Lin Mengmeng" on the opposite side: "..."

Ye Yanzhi, who already knew his urination, was still caught off guard by his child's sudden father-son relationship: "..."

Sure enough, no matter when.

He couldn't get used to it.

The author has something to say: The next chapter begins to formally retract all the previous clues!

In fact, some readers have already analyzed it before. Of course, we will not fall in love with each other and kill each other. We Dongdong are smart.

Not stupid.