I, A Soldier in the Field, A Ghost in the Smoke!

"Good morning, Master Meihong, I also get up early today."

"Old Man Matsushita, are you planting seedlings? Do you need my help?" Meihong asked at the old man who was planting seedlings in the wheat field.

"No need, haha." Before his smile was fully revealed, the old man's expression changed: "Cough cough cough cough!"

Chapter 62 This, there is a problem!!!

A very violent cough, violent enough to jump like a typhoon on the street.

The old man’s cheeks were a little red, as if he was trying his best to endure the physical discomfort. However, it was obvious that the old man had not endured so much for the first day, and he soon returned to normal, and even coughed less.

"Hey, it may be that the temperature has been rising and falling recently. I am an old man who has caught a cold." The old man gave a comfortable smile: "Sir Meihong, the old man will not bother you. Your direction is to find Mr. Bai Ze ?"

Meihong scratched her head in embarrassment. She just happened to be passing through the world, ready to take a short way home.

"Ahaha, yes yes, I'm about to find Huiyin..."

"Then you go over quickly, it may be a bit inappropriate, but the old man still wants to say that Master Shang Baize doesn't look good these days."

"The complexion is not good?" Meihong straightened her face: "Well, I understand, I will go to Huiyin."

After that, Meihong said to the cute wolf beside her: "Wolf, I may have something to do, so you can go back by yourself."

"Well, pay attention to safety."

As expected to be Meihong, no one can match the speed of this turmoil. If you go to Bai Ze Huiyin, you really slip away without saying a word, leaving Meng Wolf alone in the direction where she left. Wave.

"My lord, are you a friend of Master Meihong?"

"Yes, the little girl is called Jinquan Shadow Wolf. Hello, Uncle Matsushita."

The old man smiled and shook his head.

"I'm a pariah who can stand the honorific words of an adult, you just call Panasonic directly."

Menglang looked at the old man in the field with his pants, and asked:

"Just now you looked uncomfortable, and you still came to work early in the morning? Wouldn't it be better to let people who are not sick at home do it?"

"Oh, that's why my old man is suffering. My wife passed away in childbirth, and even my son was captured by monsters when he was 13 years old and eaten. Now I only have myself in the family. If I don't do it, I can only rely on everyone in the village. I’ve raised it. Anyway, I’m already this age. I’ll die if I die. The old man doesn’t want to eat idle meals."

"This..." Meng Lang pursed his mouth: "I am sorry to mention your sadness. But if you are sick, it will be much better to take a rest for treatment."

"Thank you for your concern. The old man took the medicine from the doctor yesterday. The doctor said it was just an ordinary cold and it will be better in a few days." The old man put down the seedlings in his hand and said meaningfully and authentically: "You really deserve to be a sister. Friends of Lord Hong, have rarely seen a gentle monster like you. If Inuzi encounters a monster like you instead of that kind of monster, maybe I can hold my grandson."

Menglang didn't know what to answer for a while, so he stayed in place.

The old man was getting older, and coupled with his year-round labor, he had already suffered from many dark diseases. He placed the seedlings in his hand by the ridge and sat on the ridge with his waist.

"It may be a little willful, but can you take a few minutes of your time?"

Meng Lang smiled and said firmly: "It's okay, just say anything you want to say."

"Oh, actually, old man, I haven't figured out why my son would like a monster at the time..."

The cute wolf was startled: "Huh?"

The old man laughed at himself: "At that time, Mengjin I had found him a daughter-in-law, a 13-year-old child, and it would be over if I didn't get married, so I introduced him to a girl in the village, and the two talked fairly well. I thought I would be able to hold my grandson in this way. I didn’t expect that one day when he came home, he would tell me that he should not be engaged to that girl. I was so angry at that time, I really almost breathed out."

"So..." The cute wolf bit his lip, "Is it because of that monster?"

The old man nodded: "Well. I have seen that baby girl, she is quite beautiful. At first I didn't know that she was a monster. I thought it was a girl I didn't know. But every time I asked about the baby girl's family Whenever I am, I will be prevaricated, and I know there may be a problem."

"But if it wasn't for me to stop it, maybe Yumejin wouldn't be abducted and eaten by the monster..."

"What did you do?"

"What else... I scolded and beaten, and then Meng Jin disappeared after he went out, and never came back... The girl monster was also gone. Someone persuaded me that it might be fine in a few days. But it’s been 39 years, and I can only recognize the old man."

"Is your son not dead?" Meng Lang comforted: "After all, no corpse was found, right?"

"The corpse? Every year, I can find a lot of skeletons from inside and outside of the world. I have no hope..." The old man raised his head and looked at the cute wolf: "If you encounter this kind of thing, what would you do? Stand by me. Father’s perspective."

Meng Lang's expression was a little struggling, and finally smiled bitterly: "It's also to stop...because that kind of desire will destroy reason, and no matter how deep feelings, even life-saving kindness, they will be forgotten by instinct."

"Oh...maybe this is the old man's life, cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, the old man staggered when he got up, and almost fell face down into the muddy paddy field. Fortunately, the cute wolf leaped into the paddy field to help the old man.

Just...

Meng Lang glanced down at his skirt, as if it was already dirty.

"Is it all right?"

"My lord... you don't actually need to do this."

"It doesn't matter, just wash it." Meng Lang let go of the old man with a blue face and asked, "Is it because I got up too fast?"

"No, the old man was just a little sore. He didn't pay attention for a while and almost fell."

The more adorable the wolf looked, the more he felt that the old man’s expression was not right, and he hurriedly asked: "Did you be like this last night?"

"It was about noon yesterday, the old man felt uncomfortable...comfortable."

"So...then take more rest."

"My lord, thank you very much for taking the time to hear the old man say these things."

"It's okay, go back to rest early, don't let the disease get serious." Meng Lang climbed up the ridge and waved.

On the way back, Meng Lang looked at his dirty skirt and sighed.

[It seems that there are still a lot of things similar to me, it's... alas.

The cute wolf put on a cloak on his body, covering his tail and ears, because after all, it is in the range of the human world. There are still more humans. There are actually not many humans who can accept monsters, unless they are like Only the monsters like Fujiwara Meihong or Kamishirazawa Huiyin who have made great contributions to the world can be recognized.

In order not to get into unnecessary trouble, Menglang feels that it is best to hide himself a little bit.

However, just as Menglang passed by a few people working together, he suddenly heard a news.

"Oh, didn’t a lot of people get wind chills in the fall last year? It’s just a normal wind chill. Just rest and rest. The child from Fengyuan’s family in Cuntou was simply not in good health. He died in the cold in the morning and at night. What a pity."

Chapter 63 The body that suddenly appeared, and the same clothes

This seems to be the second time Jinquan Shadow Wolf has heard words related to'wind chill' today. The first time it was the old man who planted the fields, and the second it was the group of farmers who gathered to talk about it.

"Oh, it's really strange these days. Many people have gotten cold, but it's okay to get better soon. Go to the doctor to get some medicine and sleep one night at night. It's all right. It's hard to see people who die from illness like this." The middle-aged man wearing the hat sighed, as if he felt regretful that a child died of illness at a young age.