Suo Jinling

He Zhongyin stood up suddenly, pressed his palms into the rim of the basin, and bent his back into a bow.

The water flowed down like rain, covering the eyes like a mist, and the strands stuck to the ends of the hair, falling down in a patter, making shallow pits on the ground.

He recalled that figure like a frightened bird, shuttling through the snow in the forest, like a flying bird, suddenly drifting into the distance.

Witch Doctor Clan, General's Mansion, Men in Black, Beiyi, Ajing, Mountains and Rivers Hunyuan Map...

He Zhongyin clenched his fingers tightly, the barrel spikes pierced into the flesh, he stood in the water, his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, the majestic memories rushed towards him like surging waves, he covered his forehead, his back bent deeper and deeper His eyebrows, eyes and ears were buried in the water, blocked by the flow of water, making his brain swell, almost bursting.

Broken and disconnected threads are randomly intertwined, and many fragmented pictures are pieced together, rolled into the belly, He Zhongyin does not want to think about the past, tries his best to forget the lost child, and tries to get comfort from self-deception, but if the child is really alive, I really found myself, I really worked hard until now... What kind of life did that child live in the past?

Can they have enough food and clothing, can they be cared for, and can they not be bullied?

Those layers of deep and visible bone injuries on his body...how did they come about?

The witch doctor clan is not afraid of injuries. Small injuries will not leave scars, and major injuries will heal faster than ordinary people. Even if you accidentally hurt a bone, it will grow back in a few days.

Why...these scars?

"what!"

He Xiuzhu exclaimed, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

He Zhongyin put on his outer shirt, ran into the bedroom in three steps and two steps, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and the gravel on the soles of his feet scattered on the ground, rolling from the side of the barrel to the side of the bucket, making rustling sounds.

The quilt on the couch was rolled up, a few thin and pale fingers clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, the bleeding fingers covered white to transparent, two broken nails fell beside the bedding, blood and flesh rubbed against the quilt, and the fishy smell overflowed.

The person hiding under the quilt didn't seem to feel any pain. When he sensed someone approaching, the bulge shrank inward, like a small animal that had its claws and teeth stripped, trying to curl up into a ball to protect the most fragile internal organs.

The medicinal soup smeared on the ground, and the strong bitter taste overflowed, permeating the room.

He Xiuzhu had a sad face and kept leaning forward. He thought he had practiced medicine for many years and was good at coaxing children. Who knew that in this mountain temple, he broke the signboard completely.

"what happened?"

"Father, he seemed to wake up just now, but he couldn't recognize anyone and knocked over the porcelain bowl," He Xiuzhu said, "When he moves, his mouth and nose bleed, so we can't stimulate him anymore."

The quilt was covered with dots of blood, the arched lump was trembling, the fingers were retracted underneath, the tail of the hair was broken from the root, and the broken hair was spread on the pillow, showing no luster.

"Let's boil a bowl of medicine again," He Zhongyin said, "Since I'm awake, the life-threatening medicine must be poured down."

"Father, put on the shoes first," He Xiuzhu said, "I'll boil the medicine and put away the pieces."

He Xiuzhu put away the tiles, walked around the room twice, hesitated to go out: "Father, be careful, don't irritate him anymore."

"Are you teaching your father a lesson?" He Zhongyin said, "Forget about the family law."

He Xiuzhu was startled when he heard the words, he stumbled with his left foot and ran out the door with his right foot: "I buried that wooden pole a long time ago!"

The louder the noise outside, the tighter the quilt huddled, Lan Jingming squeezed into the gap in a daze, only to feel that his ears were too noisy, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.Barely opened his eyelids, his eyes were covered with a blood-red mist, his throat was clogged with blood clots, he moved a fishy smell, mixed with a strong bitter taste, he was so uncomfortable that he didn't want to speak, he groped for a hard board wall, and slammed head-on.

He thought that he would be able to ascend to bliss forever, but he hit the pillow and went back limply. He gritted his teeth and wanted to try again, but someone grabbed his shoulder, and a big palm came with the sound of the wind. Pat on the buttocks: "Try hitting again?"

He Zhongyin was full of doubts and wanted to ask, but he didn't know that the person on the couch was trying his best to kill himself, but this collision scattered all the words he wanted to say. Stopping in mid-air, the wrist bones trembled for a while, resisting the urge to slam down: "You're always looking for life and death here, who taught you how to do it?"

Lan Jingming was stunned.

His mind was full of mud, and for some reason, his whole body was in constant pain and itching, like thousands of needles being pricked, and someone took his anger out on him, he was convulsed and trembling, wrapped the quilt into his arms, wrapped his arms around himself, and choked softly stand up.

In the past, when he was sober, he would never let himself be so weak, but now for some reason, the loss of his five senses made him dizzy, causing panic for no reason. He curled up tighter and deeper according to his instinct, wanting to squeeze himself into meters, rolling down along the gap.

He Zhongyin broke Lan Jingming's hands and feet, and pressed the person into his arms, not letting the person scratch himself. After breaking his fingernails and grabbing the bedding, he dug into his body. He didn't know where the strength came from. After tossing a few times, his skin broke and bled. With bruised skin and flesh turned out, this person doesn't seem to be able to cry out in pain. If no one stops him, he can scratch all the skin from his body.

Shrunk under the quilt like this, seeing that he was about to be short of breath, He Zhongyin looked around, stepped forward and closed the outer curtain, brought a soft new quilt, pulled out the original one, wrapped Lan Jingming in the new one, Loose circle in the arms.

The quilt is soft and soft, covering the body as soft as floating clouds, not as hard to bear as before, Lan Jingming struggled, and closed his eyes empty, the blood from his nose flowed and wiped again and again, the stench lingered for a long time not open.

He Zhongyin hugged him like a coaxing child, and he couldn't bear to slap him. This child has a handsome face and looks about the same age as Xiuzhu, and seems to be younger than Xiuzhu. Parents dote on and love her, and they are reluctant to let them go out, but here they have to bear the pain and dare not cry out. I don't know how many hardships they have suffered, and they have developed this temperament.

The side cheeks lying on the legs were thin and pale, without a trace of fat, He Zhongyin's eyebrows were beating, and he vaguely recalled the small characters found in the yellow pages of the ancient books of the clan a few years ago, the small characters were tattered and burned It has been soaked and can only be vaguely recognized.

Danfeng Hongning Pills are nourishing holy products for ordinary people, but they are gut-piercing poisons for witch doctors... If you take too much of this pill, it will cause five internal organs to fail and seven orifices to bleed, all five senses will be lost, and the whole body will be itchy More than that, the skin is chapped and peeled off, like being bitten by thousands of ants...

He Zhongyin clenched his teeth, his chest felt as if magma had rolled over it, scalding the bloody and indistinct brand marks.

Danfeng Hongning Wan grows on the cliffs, and it is impossible for ordinary people to find a plant. If you want to take it for a long time, unless...

Lanchi Aguda's face came into his mind, He Zhongyin clenched his fists tightly, just wanted to draw his sword and swing out, chop off the head of the master, and summon thousands of iron hooves to trample on it, smashing it into pieces and scattering it in the wind.

In this world...is there really such a coincidence?

The piles are entwined like vines, and they are tightly stitched together. If there is a slight mistake, the whole game will be lost.