Chapter 2 Immortality

I forced myself to stop thinking about the random things in my head and walked along the village road until I saw Ah Xiu wearing a headscarf decocting medicine outside a house not far away.

When he came behind Ah Xiu and saw that she didn't respond, Zheng Wenjie squatted beside her and asked, "Sister Xiu, what kind of injury did that Japanese man suffer?"

Ah Xiu gave Zheng Wenjie a helpless look and said, "Xiao Hua, why are you out again? You don't have any external injuries, but you vomited a lot of blood, so you must have internal injuries."

"Sister Xiu, can I go in and take a look?" Without answering Ah Xiu's complaint, Zheng Wenjie listened carefully to the sounds coming from inside the house and asked back.

"The village chief, Uncle Niu, Uncle Tian, ​​and Fu Sheng are all inside. Please go in."

After responding, Zheng Wenjie walked towards the closed wooden door. As soon as he pushed it open, he saw the village chief, Fu Sheng and two middle-aged men.

Fu Sheng heard the voice and turned to look at Zheng Wenjie, smiling immediately: "Brother Yang, are you feeling better? I'll grill the fish that dad and I caught this morning and we can eat together."

"Village chief, Uncle Niu, Uncle Tian." After greeting him, he touched Fu Sheng's head and said, "Okay, thank you Fu Sheng."

He carefully looked at the unconscious Japanese on the bed. The Japanese on the bed was wearing a military uniform and military boots. He looked quite handsome. His face should have been wiped, and there was not much blood on it as Ah Xiu said.

"Xiao Hua, you came at the right time. Fu Sheng and I saw him on the way back. He was not unconscious at that time. He said he was Chinese and had no foreign accent. By the way, I also found this." The village chief said as he took out a red armband from his pocket.

"What I found on him looks like a guerrilla armband. Xiaohua, you're from the city and you've been educated. Come and take a look. Is he a guerrilla?"

"Let me see." After taking the armband and carefully checking it, and thinking about what the village chief said, Zheng Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the village chief: "It should be the guerrillas, not the Japanese."

"That's good. I didn't save the wrong person." The village chief also relaxed. Seeing Zheng Wenjie pull out a forearm-long stick from his belt, he asked, "Xiaohua, what are you doing?"

Zheng Wenjie smiled awkwardly: "I'm afraid that this person is from Japan."

"He's awake, he's awake, Dad. He's awake." Fusheng shouted, interrupting their conversation. They all turned their eyes to the kang. The village chief patted Fusheng on the shoulder and said, "Fusheng, go and call Ah Xiu."

The guerrilla on the kang opened his eyes, took a good look at the people around him, then closed his eyes again, his expression relaxed, and he fell asleep again.

When Ah Xiu and Fu Sheng came in, the village chief said, "He must be too tired and fell asleep again. Let him rest first. Ah Xiu, I'll leave this guerrilla fighter in your care."

The village chief looked at Zheng Wenjie and comforted him: "Xiaohua, you should also have a good rest. Don't be too sad, your father will definitely come back."

Zheng Wenjie responded and just as he went out with the three of them, Fusheng ran over from behind, grabbed Zheng Wenjie's hand, looked up and said, "Brother Yang, let's go eat grilled fish. I'm hungry." After saying that, he touched his stomach with a pitiful look on his face.

Zheng Wenjie couldn't help but be moved, he pulled her hand and said, "Okay, then Fu Sheng, take me there."

Fusheng laughed, pulled Zheng Wenjie and started running.

When the sun gradually set and dusk spread over the earth, Zheng Wenjie ate fish with the village chief and Fusheng, and now was dragged by Fusheng to see Sister Xiu.

While eating fish, Zheng Wenjie no longer had any worries. He chatted with the village chief indirectly and got a general understanding of the village.

This village is called Hongxi Village, which belongs to Qin Province. Due to the annual famine and various taxes, most people have left Hongxi Village to make a living, and only about 20 people are left in the village.

Fusheng returned to Ah Xiu's house in a cheerful mood. He pushed open the door and saw a kerosene lamp burning in the house. Ah Xiu knelt in front of the Guanyin Bodhisattva and murmured to herself, "Guanyin Bodhisattva, please keep him safe."

"Sister Xiu, Brother Yang and I are here." Fu Sheng said as he walked obediently to A Xiu's side, kneeling beside her like A Xiu and chanting Amitabha.

Zheng Wenjie felt as if something had hit him in the heart. Although as a materialistic warrior he could not empathize with those who prayed to gods and Buddhas, not everyone could go to such lengths as Ah Xiu for a stranger who had just been rescued.

After closing the door, I turned around and saw the guerrilla fighter on the bed opened his eyes and looked at Xiu and Fusheng, "Sister Xiu, Fusheng, he's awake."

Hearing the voice, Kuang Guohua turned his head and looked at Zheng Wenjie.

After the three of them came to his side, Kuang Guohua said gratefully: "Thank you for saving me."

"Brother, I'm glad you're okay."

"Are you feeling better? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Ah Xiu looked at her nervously.

After hearing what Ah Xiu said, Fu Sheng hurriedly said, "I'll go get the medicine first."

Kuang Guohua shook his head: "I'm much better now. Where is this place?"

Ah Xiu said gently: "This is Hongxi Village."

Zheng Wenjie looked at Kuang Guohua and wanted to build a relationship with him. For Zheng Wenjie, it was impossible for him to stay in Hongxi Village for the rest of his life. Sooner or later, he would have to come into contact with the outside world, and now the only one who could help him was the guerrilla fighter in front of him.

The village chief, Fu Sheng and A Xiu saved his life. All in all, the people of Hongxi Village saved his life. When he gets better, please, I hope they can go with him.

"Hongxi Village? What a strange name. The stream water is red?" Kuang Guohua did not answer Ah Xiu's question, but asked in a sickly voice.

Zheng Wenjie also looked at Ah Xiu curiously. He had been thinking about the future. He had not paid attention to this strange village name all day today. Now he became a little curious when he heard Kuang Guohua mention it.

Ah Xiu explained gently, "No, according to legend, there is a thousand-year-old zombie living in the stream in the back mountain. Whenever there is a famine, the zombie will wake up. When it wakes up, it will run out to suck blood, and the stream water will turn red. The redder the water becomes, the more human blood the zombie will suck. So this place is called Hongxi Village."

"By the way, what's your name and why are you injured like this?" Zheng Wenjie interrupted and asked Kuang Guohua. He didn't believe in this nonsense.

"My name is Kuang Guohua. Because there was an accident during the operation, the Japanese devils should still be looking for me." Kuang Guohua said with a smile and then began to cough dryly.

Zheng Wenjie was stunned and got goose bumps all over his body instantly. No wonder he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with Fusheng and Axiu.

After Ah Xiu took the medicine handed to her by Fu Sheng and fed it to Kuang Guohua, she let Kuang Guohua have a good rest, and then Zheng Wenjie left with Fu Sheng.

After sending Fusheng home, Zheng Wenjie returned to his room and lay on the bed. This day was too exciting, even more exciting than two days ago when he had just woken up and didn't dare to speak or ask.

During the Anti-Japanese War, in Hongxi Village, the stream water would turn red, Kuang Guohua, Fu Sheng, A Xiu, and the thousand-year-old zombie.

All of this matches up with a TV series I watched in junior high school called My Date with a Vampire!
Looking at the dark roof, Zheng Wenjie said firmly: "I want to live forever!"

(End of this chapter)