Pharmacy

The Zhang family also showed no mercy to their own clansmen. An older middle-aged man led six or seven young people and surrounded the small family. The woman protected the child behind her, and the man held a knife to block In front of mother and child.

The light of the knife pierced the watery moonlight, and there was no room for negotiation. Almost from the beginning, they planned to leave only the child alive.The man's eyes were filled with determination as a father.

Without the slightest wavering, the father drew out the knife and confronted the man.It's a pity that they were outnumbered and were soon defeated.

The remaining three youths have not made a move from the beginning until now, staring at the mother and child behind their father.

"Baima, take the child and run." The father was suddenly forced, turned and ran towards the three young men, swung the knife down, and drew a bloodstain on a man's face, successfully attracting their attention.

The sharp knife sank into the father's chest in a second, and blood almost gushed out.The father knelt down on the ground weakly, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes could hardly be focused. He just stared at his wife and children not far away in a daze.

The powerless woman only relied on her instinct as a mother, and desperately hugged the child in her arms, almost wanting to rub the little person into her arms again, not wishing that he would go through this experience at such a young age. With a bloody side.It's a pity that a great mother is not enough to arouse the weak sympathy of the Zhang family.The woman snorted and was no longer angry. The man looked extremely relaxed and looked at the child with contempt.

That year Zhang Qiling was only five years old.From behind his mother, he saw his father's whole process from resisting with all his strength to dying. He was so dumbfounded that he couldn't shed tears.He only knew to grab his mother's clothes vigorously, but after feeling his mother's warm blood on his cheeks, he clearly felt the fear coming from all directions.

Now, he was really alone.

Wang Zanghai didn't rush out to fight the Zhang family on impulse. He watched in the dark, waiting for the child's parents to gradually become cold, and waiting for them to take the child away.Wang Zanghai came out of the darkness and followed the Zhang family back to Changbai.

Although the Zhang family said they needed the child, they didn't care much about the child, they just regarded the five-year-old child as an ordinary adult.There will not be any more greetings, no warm meals, and even the clothes on the body are not warm enough.

The child's little face was flushed red from the cold, and his ears were already numb from the cold.His originally thin body looked even more fragile now, as if as long as the wind was stronger, he could be blown into the snow.

Soon, he came to the Zhang family for the first time.

This is not his "home".Those young people all left when they returned to Zhang's old house, leaving only the middle-aged man, who took him to the main house.

It was a house deep in the mountains, far away from the place where they parted from those young people, a very remote place.

The master's family also had quite a few children, and Zhang Qiling was thrown into a room in another courtyard to live with another little boy.

When he was five years old, he picked up a wooden sword that was almost as tall as himself and started practicing martial arts. Every day, he was bruised all over his body from his master's practice. Before the bruises from the previous day completely dissipated, he would be together the next day Overlap wounds.Day after day, the scars on his body accumulated, and they were not as conspicuous as they were at the beginning.Zhang Qiling's body was always wounded, and there was no way around it.

Ten years after that, it was Zhang Qiling's boring childhood.Every day is nothing more than practicing martial arts in class, holding a wooden knife to catch every move of his peers, sitting in the classroom and listening to the boring history of the teacher.

Zhang Qiling has already adapted to this kind of life, without a single complaint, and has been quietly obeying all the arrangements of Zhang's parents for so many years - he has no need to resist, and of course, he has no right to choose his own life.

At the age of 15, he was arranged to go down the mountain with his peers, and he could only return to Zhang's family three years later.But Zhang Qiling has been the most out of gregarious one for so many years, and he was thrown down by the children who went with him as soon as he got off the mountain.

Rather than being thrown down, it's better to say that he didn't bother to chase.

Zhang Qiling's first destination was Jiangcheng, the place where he spent five years of good times.However, he couldn't remember everything about those five years.It's just a vague impression, including the night when the god of death came. Perhaps out of self-protection, Zhang Qiling's memory of that period is particularly unclear. He just remembers some of it in general, but can't recall any details.

But he still came to this place.

The winter in Jiangcheng is very cold, the biting cold wind is like a pair of sharp knives, and the knives rest on Zhang Qiling's cheeks.He put on his hat, crossed the snow-capped mountains, and entered Jiangcheng.

This place is very different from ten years ago. There are many fewer residents. No matter where you go, it is clear and cold. There is white snow everywhere, and the footprints of pedestrians will be blown flat immediately. way home.

Zhang Qiling didn't know where he should stay. He wandered in front of a temple, but was welcomed in.

"Where do you come from?"

"Come from the mountains."

"Where is the honored guest going?"

"Go outside."

"Why did the honored guest stop?"

"It's warm here."