Bow Moon

Tonight the clouds are thin, so despite the string moon, the light is weak, but still vaguely visible a middle-aged-looking person full of heart standing under the old peach tree.

The old peach tree has been decades old, with strong roots and branches and leaves. This place is just the official road junction, pillowed by the slender Jiujiang River tributaries, from the old peach tree down, a few dozen steps away is the dock. The dock is docked with a boat, like a sleeping beast in the moonlight.

A middle-aged man with a hesitant face, pacing back and forth under the peach tree, looking around from time to time. He was holding an envelope, the letter was received last night, the letter reads: tomorrow night at three o'clock, under the old peach tree by the dock, but want to meet with you, to talk about the old days of Oxbow Mountain.

The letter is not addressed. The middle-aged man came to the old peach tree, as promised, based on the letter, "the old story of Oxbow Hill" these words, the middle-aged man felt the need to come to the appointment.

Since the experience of "Oxbow Hill", the middle-aged man will have a lingering entanglement in his heart, the entanglement does not distinguish between day and night to haunt him. Although the "Oxgangshan old incident" has passed fifteen years, he has stepped from the blood of young people into middle age, but the heart of the nagging go mouth was never hidden, on the contrary, he felt heavier and heavier. He often woke up at night from nightmares, to solve this knot, he often drowned his sorrows with wine, and even went to the deep mountain temples to ask the immortals.

The middle-aged man looked up at the curved crescent moon in the sky and sighed heavily.

Swish, swish, swish ...... there is the sound of footsteps coming from far and near, the footsteps are not fast, and it seems that the footsteps are very heavy. The middle-aged man hurriedly scanned the surroundings, in the pale white moonlight, only to see a sullen black shadow, is quietly standing a few dozen paces away under the black shade of the tree, silent not to speak, and there is no movement.

"You are ......" the opposite black shadow but silent not to answer. The middle-aged man said, "I am grateful to you for asking me to meet you this time, this matter is buried deep inside me, has been bothering me for more than ten years, I have been looking forward to spilling my guts ......"

A strange smell, if any, suddenly quietly diffused around. The middle-aged man felt that the smell was diffusing into the nasal cavity, he subconsciously held his breath. At this point, the black shadow opposite suddenly spoke slowly: "I want to borrow your life!"

The middle-aged man did not hear clearly for a moment and asked, "What did you say?"

The black shadow repeated: "I want to borrow your life!"

The middle-aged man was shocked: "Are you kidding? Who the hell are you?"

But the black shadow stopped explaining. A terrible thought suddenly flashed through the middle-aged man's mind - what he said was not a joke! The middle-aged man hurriedly threw down the letter in his hand and ran hard towards the official road. He had only run a few steps away when his feet tripped over the vine grass and he fell to the ground.

"You don't have to run!" Another eerie voice came from behind the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man got up and looked back, the black shadow still standing motionless in the shadows, the middle-aged man fled, he did not come to chase.

The middle-aged man could not help but be greatly annoyed: "What do you mean by your words just now? What exactly do you want?"

"You will soon find out!" The black shadow stood silently, his eerie voice sounded extraordinarily terrifying in the darkness, and the middle-aged man's heart chilled!

The middle-aged man asked: "Why don't you tell me now?"

The black shadow said, "Fifteen years ago, on the Oxbow Mountain, something happened."

Hearing the Oxbow Mountain, the middle-aged man's heart was ashamed, and his voice lowered as he asked, "You were one of the people who experienced the Oxbow Mountain back then? You are ......"

The black shadow, however, did not answer, and after a moment of silence, he said, "At that time you made a mistake, an unforgivable mistake."

The middle-aged man said guiltily, "It was indeed an unforgivable mistake, and I have been living in remorse all these years."

The black shadow shook his head: "Repentance alone is not enough!"

Middle-aged man: "Then what do you want me to do?"

Black Shadow: "You have to atone for the mistakes you made back then."

Middle-aged man: "How can I atone for my sins?"

Black Shadow: "Take your life to atone for your sins, I want to borrow your life to use it."

The black shadow's words came back to the original words, the middle-aged man was both shocked and angry, shouted: "Then why don't you come and take it? What are you doing pretending to be a god?"

"I don't need to go over there," said the black shadow, shaking his head, "just like you don't need to run away!"

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man couldn't understand for a moment.

The black shadow said coldly: "I don't need to go over there, just like I can lend you my life. You don't have to escape because it's useless to escape."

The middle-aged man's heart was furious, although the matter of Oxbow Mountain had filled his heart with shame, at this moment this black shadow was playing him for a fool, how could he not be angry? The middle-aged man said, "I'd like to see how you can take my life if you don't come over!"

"Go!" The black shadow shouted, and suddenly a snow jade-like light and shadow flashed, like a jade needle in the night stormed up. The middle-aged man only felt a light before his eyes, a silver rainbow approaching his chest, then the middle-aged man felt a hollow in his chest, he looked down to his chest, only to find that his chest had been penetrated, a cavity of blood splashed in front of his chest. The middle-aged man could not catch his breath, and immediately afterward he became weak, his arms and legs twitched, and he tried to cry out for help, but he could no longer shout.

The middle-aged man staggered across the ground, the moon was bending in the sky at this time, and all around was silent: "Why, why is this?"

The middle-aged man's unanswered questions were reduced to nothingness as his consciousness grew chaotic. The middle-aged man felt that he had sunk into the dark abyss and could not return, he murmured: "Niubangshan ......"