For seven days in a row, Ding Yi spent this cold like a harsh winter. The invisible yin wind penetrates the bones and hearts and is everywhere. Ding Yi seems to be in the wilderness of the Arctic, facing an extremely cold environment. In the vast ice and snow world, the heavens and the earth seem to be frozen, and only Ding Yi is walking in the snow in despair.

In fact, on the third day of Ding Yi's illness, martial law in the entire Jiyun City was lifted. Countless people were able to get out of their houses. In this action that stirred up the whole city, those inspecting cultivators suddenly came and went like a black tide.

I don't know if they have achieved their goal, and I don't know what happened to the members of the rebel group and the two great families in the city. No one knows, and the common people don't care. Occasionally, I talk about it in private, but there are more people who say bad things about those who resist the organization, after all, they are the ones who have caused so many disasters to this city and implicated many innocent civilians.

The blood stains on the street had long since been cleaned, and it seemed that none of these tragedies had happened. The bereaved civilians are like those herbivores in the wilderness who have been attacked by fierce beasts, and they are only frightened, only licking their wounds and wailing with grief. How many people care?

The wounds on the body can be healed, but the wounds in the heart are difficult to heal.

Fear of light, cold, and inability to eat food are the main manifestations of Ding Yi's current disease. In midsummer, many people are shaking fans, drinking cold drinks, and going to the mountains to escape the heat. In the scorching heat of summer, even the dog hides in the shade of the tree and spits out its long tongue, which is too hot to be hot. Ding Yi's bedroom was stuffy and hot. The room was dark. The reason why it wasn't completely dark was that there was still a fire in the room, and a charcoal basin appeared in Ding Yi's room in violation of the rules.

In the past few days, Ding Yi's spirit has been abnormally excited. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't close his eyes, and when he did, he would see countless stiff bodies, pale faces, countless blood, and countless 'black impermanence' doing what the hellish pawns did: skinning and cramping, tongue pulling and whipping, endless wails and moans in his ears...... This made Ding Yi very painful.

His little face became thinner and thinner, his eyes gradually clouded, and gradually he hallucinated, and then auditory hallucinations. He often saw little boys dressed in white walking around the house, and heard him singing softly there. He told Wu Shuhui about it, and Wu Shuhui just cried.

Wu Shuhui, the fish stall in the market, was handed over to Wu Zheng to take care of, and she stayed at home all day. Ding Yi's house was as hot as a steamer, but the mother didn't care at all, she just had to accompany her son.

Ding Zhaoding was worried about the health of his wife and children, so he also asked for leave to stay at home with him. Ding Li also didn't dare to go out these days because his parents were at home, and the whole family was gloomy.

Ding Zhaoding suspected that Ding Yi had fallen in love with the path of a cultivator, because he had a similar situation in his family when he was young, but even if he knew that it was a cultivator, he couldn't do anything about it. He could only silently stay by Ding Yi's side and wait quietly.

Waiting for what? Waiting for death!

It's almost a heartbreaking but helpless ending.

Even at Ding Yi's insistence, Ding Zhaoding still went to find the doctor, but the doctor just came over and took a brief glance, took a pulse, and got up and left directly.

"Dad, go out, your clothes are soaked. I'm fine, you go and comfort Mom, I heard her crying. Ding Yi said to Ding Zhaoding. "I can't make you all sick because of my business. ”

"Don't worry about her, Ali will take care of her, you can recuperate with peace of mind, don't think nonsense, you'll be fine." Ding Zhaoding comforted Ding Yidao, these words even he had no confidence in himself. Looking at his son's increasingly thin little face, childhood memories resurfaced in front of him. At this moment, Ding Zhaoding's heart was like a knife.

"Xiao Yi, what else do you need? What do you want to eat? I'll ask your mother to make it for you. Don't you like puppets, or I'll ask Master Duoduo to make another ?...... for you" Ding Zhaoding regretted it at this time, thinking of the past when the father and son were together, thinking of the Xiuzhen Dafu bag that Ding Yi brought back, and thinking of the incident of beating Ding Yi a few days ago, he couldn't be sadtered. If he could turn back time, he would definitely cherish this child...... He was even willing to take his own place, praying to Heaven not to take the poor child away.

"Am I going to die, Dad? I read it in a book, and it says that a man is dying, and he can see a ghost, and I really saw it, and it was a little kid in white, and I heard him singing, 'Weaver weaves clothes, mason lives in a grass house, .......'" Ding Yi looked straight at the corner of the room, where it was dark and there was nothing.

Ding Zhaoding mourned in his heart, isn't this the nursery rhyme that Ding Yi loved to sing when he was a child, is there really any three souls and four spirits in this world?

The strong man couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around under the pretext of getting some charcoal again. The moment he turned around, the tears could no longer be controlled.

The smell of grilled fish permeated Ding Yi's bedroom, Ding Yi was a little strange, people were dying, shouldn't it be the smell of corpses? How could it be the smell of grilled fish?

Ding Yi turned his head to look at the charcoal brazier, where a huge tiger-striped cat was grilling fish. This cat as bold as a tiger used to enter the house after dark, but he didn't expect it to be daylight, and it actually broke in.

"I didn't expect you to be able to see yourself in a book to braid, I can be regarded as convinced of you. Tiger Skin shook his head.

"Which one are you looking at?" asked Tiger Skin again.

"You just come in like this, aren't you afraid of meeting my family?" Ding Yi was concerned about another question, if Wu Shuhui saw that Ding Yi had a cat that could grill fish in this house and could talk, would she faint in fright? Ding Yi was really worried.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to get in at this time. Tiger Skin said.

By the way, this guy is a 'cultivator', and it really doesn't take much effort to do this with their means.

"I just watched Mystery of the Source. Ding Yi replied honestly.

"Ah, it's the obscure book, no wonder. I highly recommend you to read that book again, it's a very good book, whenever I'm angry, I read it, and whenever I'm happy, I read it. Look at it, this is a book that you deserve to read all your life, by the way, the formation experience you want to learn, you flip through the book "Five Elements Secret Technique" may give you some inspiration, there have been too many things recently, I don't have time to come, this time it's a coincidence. If I'm a day or two late, maybe you'll still be hanging. Tiger Skin scoffed.

"I'm dying, maybe what you said is good, but I don't think it will help me. Ding Yi sighed and said disheartenedly.

"Boy with no hair, how old are you, what do you know? A little setback, a little difficulty scares you like this? You just see the tip of the iceberg, and you are about to die of fright, so why don't you just die, you stay in this world just to waste food and consume air. What a gutless rat, I'm sorry. Tiger Skin roared angrily, it really has a bit of tiger might. But Ding Yi was not afraid.

I don't want to be a white rat doing experiments, but I don't want to make senseless sacrifices, I'm afraid of pain, cold, light, heat, bloodshed, and even more so that I don't want to die meaninglessly. Ding Yi asked dejectedly.

"Who is not afraid, but if my sacrifice can delay the coming of this calamity, if my sacrifice can bring temporary peace to others, if my sacrifice can awaken more insensitive people, death will not be so terrible. You don't just live for yourself, you have to live for a lot of people, think about taking care of your parents, brothers and sisters, you don't live as selfish as a cultivator. Tiger Skin replied.

Like the morning bell and dusk drum waking up the chaotic dawn, like lightning breaking through the dark curtain. Tiger Skin's answer, like the horn of battle, and like thunder, awakened the grass seeds in the frozen soil, and at this moment Ding Yi's spirit returned to its place.

'Don't be selfish like a cultivator' is such an ironic statement, but it makes sense.

At this moment, Ding Yi suddenly felt so hungry.

"Can you give me half of your grilled fish? I haven't had a good meal these days. Ding Yi said pitifully.

"Pretentious!" Tiger Skin said shamelessly.

Wu Shuhui watched in surprise as Ding Yi walked out of the room and went straight to the kitchen, Wu Shuhui hurriedly followed, Ding Yi did not wear a padded jacket or winter coat, as usual, Wu Shuhui wanted to go in and get him clothes, but he stopped him.

The pimple soup in the kitchen, Ding Yi ate four large bowls, and Ding Zhaoding and Wu Shuhui looked at each other anxiously. At this moment, their hearts were heavy, some expectation, but more of a panic.

After eating, Ding Yi took another bath. The charcoal fire in the bedroom has been extinguished, and there is no need for it anymore, in the caring eyes of Wu Shuhui and Ding Zhaoding, Ding Yi went back to Shi Shiran and lay down and closed his eyes.