Liu Jue Wan Yao

When the child regained consciousness again and his mind was slightly clear, he was leaning against an unfamiliar corner, his body curled up into a ball, like an abandoned corpse.

There is a high probability that the patrolling city guards who passed by thought the child was dead or would not survive, and felt that it was in the way anyway, so they dragged it to this corner where there was no street and no shop.

The sky is getting brighter, showing a beautiful white belly, and everything hidden by the darkness is exposed under the sun.

The child blinked, sat up quickly, and leaned his back against the peeling wall, causing the child's dirty clothes to look even more unrecognizable in its original color, and even his hair was covered with thick wall dust.

There was a pungent and turbid smell everywhere in this alley, sewage was flowing across the ground, and there were people lying in pain or lying dead or pretending to be dead.

When the child moved, it attracted countless malicious eyes. The child calmly stretched out his fingers, groped behind him, and took the sharpest stone into the palm of his hand. At the same time, he looked around vigilantly, with dangerous eyes like a wolf cub.

He was never afraid of death.

But he wants to live.

But why live?have no idea.

No one planned to provoke the child, because when the child fainted, his body was searched clean, and there was not a single hair on his body.

Not looking for trouble, the child left the smoky streets and wandered aimlessly on the streets, unable to find his way for a while.

Suddenly, a group of little beggars running around on the street knocked the child down.

The child was so tired and hungry that he had no strength to get up again after being hit, so he simply lay down on the ground, his distracted eyes could only barely look at the circle of tattered trousers in front of him, and the shoes were all black. Dirty mud, some worn out, showing ridiculous toes.

Just as I was about to raise my head, there was a sudden convulsion—the head hurts!

The child shrank his body, his scarred little hands clenched his head tightly, and his body trembled violently.

"Look at him..." A surprised girl among the group of little beggars called out from above, "Is he dying soon?"

"Don't touch him!" The strongest boy stopped the girl from getting close to the child lying on the ground, and deliberately amplified his voice in a contemptuous tone, "He's a bastard born of a whore!"

The boy was obviously the leader of this group of little beggars' children, and he had a high prestige. Hearing what the boy said, all the children showed disdain and even spat at the child.

Seeing their reaction, the girl who spoke just now withdrew her hand and asked curiously, "What is a whore?"

Another fat girl next to her pulled the little girl over, shook her head and said, "I don't know, it seems to be something dirty."

"It's a monster!"

The boy with the thinnest and tallest figure corrected the head boy's statement that "the bastard is a monster", and said seriously, "No, it should be a low-status poor."

The shortest boy interjected: "So are we?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The boy's leader couldn't maintain his face, angrily pushed the tall and thin boy, and deliberately raised his voice to strengthen his momentum, "That's a monster! It's a different kind! It's a villain He was born of a monster, a little monster! Little bastard!"

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The five little beggars talked to each other, and after the argument, they held hands, formed a circle around the children, and danced and sang nonsense songs.

Noisy sounds resounded above the child's head, as well as the noise of the street, and the humming in the child's ears... All kinds of sounds mixed in the child's mind, fused, expanded, and distorted...

Maybe it was because the children didn't respond, or maybe they were tired of singing songs, the leader of the children suddenly ran away, picked up the stones on the ground and threw them at the children unceremoniously!

Seeing someone taking the lead, the other little beggars followed suit picking up stones and hitting the children.

The already dilapidated body was covered with blood stains from the stones, and the sand on the stones was brought into the wound. Even the burns he had suffered before were worsened, and sticky pus and blood flowed out, which was disgusting and painful. Pitiful.

pain!

It hurts!

Very painful!

Whether it's being hit by a stone, or the pain in the head like being pricked by a needle, or the pain of gathering every bone marrow in the body!It would be unbearable pain to change it on anyone!

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, the child's forehead felt hot, and a stone hit his forehead, warm and thick blood flowed down, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the snow, slowly blooming, like a flower about to eat people demon flower.

The blood flowed into the eyes along the sockets, the child wiped it, and the sleeves were red.The child opened his eyes again, only seeing a dazzling blood red in front of him.It took me a long time to get dizzy and dizzy, but I didn't faint again.

Pedestrians coming and going also noticed the movement here. After all, they were timid, afraid of alarming the government, the leader of the child saw too many eyes, so he stopped others from continuing.

The child didn't move, a pair of lifeless eyes stared silently at the five faces with different expressions through the thick messy hair. He wanted to remember it in his mind and engrave it in his bone marrow.

He has always been a person who must report his flaws!

The leader of the child who was leaving with his "subordinates" suddenly felt a chill down his back, and the feeling of a beast staring at him made his scalp tingle!He turned around and looked back, right in front of the child's hollow and lifeless black pupils, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, ignored the partners behind him, and ran away!It seemed that there were some ghosts and ghosts chasing him behind him.

The child sneered and reached out to wipe off the blood on his face. Not only did he not wipe it clean, but it became more and more smudged, which looked a bit scary.

The child laughed at himself, it was a shame that he didn't die like this.

However, he had a hunch that if he fell down this time, he would not be able to wake up, and his life might end in this place, and his body would gradually rot, turning into bones, and cease to exist.

It's really scary.

Drops of blood froze on the slender eyelashes, and the sun shone brightly on them, like a drop of blood and tears, so beautiful.

The child shivered and wiped away the blood that blocked his sight, and then got up from the ground. Although his whole body was screaming in pain, he was a little used to it.The child lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the ground where people were coming and going, and he seemed to be dragging a heavy object on his feet as he walked slowly.

he needs food...

Medicine door, inner hall.

The young man's open brows drooped, and the usually rebellious man looked a little more sad and bewildered. Until the man stepped into the palace gate, the young man finally found his backbone, and rushed forward, grabbing the man: "Eldest brother, Please save me, I beg you!"

The person the young man seeks is the one the Jun family's parents call "elder brother". Such a man is Jun Buxie, the eldest son of Jun who has never shown his face. If the world knows that the eldest son of Jun is the master of the Medicine Sect Qi Guan Mu Han, I'm afraid it will cause another uproar.

And this young man seeking medical treatment is the third younger brother Jun Luosheng that the two of them mentioned.

Qi Guan Mu Han looked at Qian Buddha Lu lying on the soft couch with no expression on his face. This man was shot three times by arrows, his whole body was seriously injured, his tendons were broken, his hair was unkempt, his face was burnt, and his face was pale. It was off-white, and it was obviously at the end of its strength.

Too nervous and worried, Jun Luosheng didn't notice the bitter and mocking smile hidden in the corner of Qianfolu's mouth, which was so angry.He also didn't notice a flash of deep thought in Qi Guan Mu Han's eyes, but even if he found it, he couldn't see it. Everyone knows that Yaomen Xiezun is a heartless and heartless person, with a cold face by nature, no one can guess What was he thinking, and no one had ever seen Qi Guan Mu Han's superfluous emotions.

Qi Guan Mu Han withdrew his gaze, avoided Jun Luosheng who was blocking him, walked silently, walked to the table and sat down, put his slender and clean right hand on the table, and tapped it calmly and forcefully with his well-defined fingers. desktop, comfortably leaning against the back of the chair with eyes closed.

Jun Luosheng opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, Qi Guan Mu Han suddenly opened his drooping eyelids, his cold eyes were like sharp arrows carved out of real ice, unceremoniously shot at Jun Luosheng, almost piercing his body. Jun Luosheng's heart was so cold that he felt suffocated!

It was just a look that made him speechless with fear, Jun Luosheng bit the tip of his tongue hard to control his body trembling with fear.

Qi Guan Mu Han finally withdrew his eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was cold and without any emotion, "It can be saved. However, his life belongs to me."

Without waiting for Jun Luosheng's reaction, Qi Guan Mu Han stood up and left, he was sure that his third brother would not refuse, because he had no other choice, Qi Guan Mu Han was the only one in the whole world who dared to compete with the God of Death.

Qianfolu was taken away by the servants, and the hall returned to silence, except for Jun Luosheng who was standing stupidly.

After a long time, Jun Luosheng knelt down on the ground with both knees, and there was a dull sound through the carpet. He didn't seem to feel pain, but just stared blankly at the pool of black and red blood that soaked the bedding on the soft couch.

The young man Jun Luosheng stretched out his hand and touched the quilt, his fingers were dripping with blood, the blood from the slaughter...

blah-

The liquid dripped on the back of his hand, it was so hot that he could hardly control his trembling hands!

Jun Luosheng wept repressedly, and shallow whispers overflowed from the young man's mouth. Just a few words seemed to have been murmured countless times by the young man, and they were so cautious when they uttered them.

"Kill... I won't let go..."

As dusk approached, there was no curfew in Blue City. Although there were few pedestrians coming and going on the street, it was considered lively.There is only one exception—the west of the city.

Looking around, in the blue city where the lights are gradually lighting up, the west of the city looks very deserted, especially in the evening, when the night crows come out of their nests, and their shrill chirping echoes in the sky, making it even more silent and desolate.

Kidmao is in an inconspicuous corner, trying to find something to block his figure. It took him a long time to find this place.Because there is a large mass grave next to it, there are very few residents here, and there are many abandoned old houses.The timid dare not stay in this place for long, so there are far fewer beggars here than in other places, and there are even fewer people at night.

Through the small hole in the wooden board that shields his figure, the child vigilantly observes the people who are still rummaging in the dump.He waited patiently, like a wolf waiting for its prey, though only a pup.

The child didn't move until everyone in the garbage dump was gone. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to come out, but continued to observe for a while.It was almost getting dark, and the child was almost certain that no one would come, so he approached the garbage dump vigilantly.

Once, the child was so hungry that he couldn't help running out to find food. As soon as he went out, he met a beggar who hadn't finished walking, and was beaten half to death.Now his stomach is still hurting, it is because the dark wound he suffered that time has not healed, coupled with the accumulation over the years, and some other factors, this dark wound has been with the child for many years.Until I met that person, although he was healed, the fundamental vitality was damaged after all. As a result, no matter how well the child learned martial arts and different arts, he still couldn't overcome the problem of being prone to getting sick.

The child ran to the garbage dump bravely, he was very alert, he was half squatting, and he was rummaging for things on his side.In this way, even if someone suddenly appears, he can escape immediately.

The rubbish dump was right next to the mass grave, and there was a night crow the size of a human head standing on the dead wood. Their bodies were pitch black, and their bone marrow and blood were black.Except for the pair of eyes that are redder than blood, looking at the crescent moon exudes this coquettish light, coloring the night with terror.

Night crows eat carrion flesh, and the child knows that they are not interested in him, so he is not afraid of it.

The last time he was beaten half to death, the child "laid dead" in the dead tree hole next to the mass grave for three days, and the night crow wandered around him for three days, as if waiting for him to die.

The child was afraid at first, who knows if these strange birds will eat raw human flesh when they are hungry, so he has been vigilant.But his weak body couldn't take it anymore, and the child fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, something seemed to be pecking his face in a trance. It was cool and hard to the touch, like steel.

The child woke up suddenly, and a pair of coquettish blood-red eyes came into his vision!

He thought the night crow was going to eat his flesh, so he swung his arm vigorously.Night Crow deftly avoided the clumsy attack of this stupid child, and his body was like a piece of thin paper, lightly falling on the tree trunk, and his blood-red eyes were still fixed on the child.

The child looked at Ye Ya vigilantly, and as he watched, he always felt that those bloody eyes contained contempt and disgust for him?But so what?

There are many things that can be used in the garbage dump, at least the old jacket he is wearing now is tidy and intact, and it is much warmer than his previous clothes.

The child fumbled for a while, picked up half of the sesame seed cake that was pressed in the corner, and stuffed it into his mouth regardless of the mud on it because he was so hungry.But the child stopped a second before he opened his mouth. He patted the mud on the biscuits, then took out a clean white cloth from his arms, wrapped the biscuits carefully and carefully, and put them in his arms .

This white cloth was the soul flag he found in the mass grave, and he looked clean, so he put it away.

No one would consider such stupid things as being afraid of ghosts when survival was a problem.

Today's luck seems to be not very good, except for the half of the biscuits, the child only found a hard yellow steamed bun.As soon as he took a bite, the child was caught by two strong-looking beggars.

A fist that was countless times heavier than the stones thrown by the group of little beggars before fell on the child. The child bowed and curled up into a ball. He tried his best to protect his vitals, and hidden the steamed buns in his sleeve pocket without any trace.

The child clenched his lips that were so dry that the dead skin turned up, secretly grabbed two handfuls of dust, took advantage of the excitement of the two people, and threw it at their eyes, regardless of success or failure, he ran away!

The cold wind hurt his face, and the child was panting heavily while running, and the warm white mist spit out and hit his face seemed to be even colder.

"Well……"

Suddenly, the child covered his mouth forcefully, his teeth were clenched tightly, his cheeks were stiffened, and his immature face twisted.The steamed bun he just gnawed was swallowed by him. It was a bit moldy, dry and hard, with a strange taste, but the child knew that if he wanted to live, he had to eat it!

The spoiled food is the only thing he can rely on to survive. He has no right to be picky. The food in the garbage dump is like this. There is not much difference between good and bad. If you don't eat it, you will starve to death.

There was a throbbing colic coming from the stomach. It felt like a blunt knife was turning in the stomach. The pain was so painful that I wanted to cut my stomach open.Thin cold sweat broke out from the child's forehead, and soon gathered into bean-sized sweat droplets.

What was even more painful was that his head started to hurt again, the kind of stinging pain like being pierced by steel thorns like fine hair, his temples were slightly bulging and beating fast, the child went into the alley and hid in a small basket beside him .

Hearing the messy footsteps running past, the child didn't dare to take another breath, and his whole body was convulsed with patience...

This time the pain has passed, and the child still maintains the initial movement.His gaze became more hollow and scattered, without any focus at all, as if there was only a shell left.

Suddenly, a grayish little wild cat jumped onto the child's lap and pulled the skirt of the child's front with its paws. The child barely focused and stared at the little wild cat foolishly.

After a long time, the child came to his senses. He hugged the biscuits in his arms, and gave the little wild cat a warning look. Seeing that the cat didn't move, the child pursed his lips. Finally, he couldn't bear the smell of the biscuits, so he hesitated and took a bite. a small bit.

The biscuits were already cold and covered with dust, so they tasted dry and had an indescribably sour and bitter taste.

The child frowned, enduring the fishy sweetness overflowing from his throat, and pressed his fingers against his always cramping stomach.He chewed the biscuits slowly and strenuously, his cheeks were slightly puffed up, pitiful but cute, like a miserable little animal.

The little wild cat sat carelessly on the child's lap, gracefully licking the fine fluff on its paws.

The child solemnly took back the biscuits that he had gnawed into his arms, then clamped his index finger and thumb, picked up the fur on the back of the little wild cat, and put it aside in disgust.

The reason why he didn't dare to throw it was because... Can he say that he was afraid that he would not be able to beat a cat?

Naturally, a small bite of sesame seed cakes cannot satisfy hunger, and that mouthful of sesame seed cakes is more like a stone resting in the stomach, grinding away the child's intention to chew the steamed buns in his sleeve pocket temporarily.

The child was nestled in the basket, his eyes were closed, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

The stray cat that was carried away jumped back into the basket again, and crawled on the child's stomach like an uncle. The child did not lift the little stray cat away again. The place where the cat lay was warm, and the stomach didn't seem to be so uncomfortable.