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To say it is a dead body is not necessarily the case.

Gu Panhao looked under Shentucheng's arm protecting him, and saw that the trunk of the dead tree had formed a shape.It's just that the "human figure" only has a torso and arms, but no facial features, legs or feet.Starting from the waist, its lower body is still dead wood, and some thick and developed roots are looming under the soil, like an octopus half hidden in the sea.

The paper lantern wobbled in the confined space, and suddenly—with a clack, a piece of dark brown bark fell down.

Shentucheng reflexively pressed Gu Panhao's face against his chest, not wanting his cherished person to see what was under the bark—the bloody lump of flesh.

The meat ball is tender pink, covered with fine bloodshots, cyan meridians pulsate under the flesh, and translucent mucus keeps oozing out, it looks like an animal whose face has been peeled off. skinned monkey.

Shentucheng suddenly remembered Gu Panhao's description, rotten banana.The lump of meat kept writhing in the tree hole, making a sticky sound, as if it took a mouthful of banana in its mouth, and then used its tongue to move the soft flesh back and forth, booz, booz...

Shentucheng felt itchy in his throat, as sick as swallowing a live mouse, but he had to stare at the tree trunk.The mass of meat moved for about ten minutes, and gradually two dark beads appeared, moving under the thin skin, and after a few minutes, they stopped separately as if they had found the right position.

Pooh!The beads burst out of the flesh.Shen Tucheng finally saw clearly, it was a pair of eyeballs.It swayed in circles very quickly at first, and then stopped as if it had found its target.

The eyeballs are at least five times the size of ordinary people, and it is precisely because of this that Shentucheng can see more clearly - there are no pupils in the eyeballs, just like two rough black stones without any pattern on them.

But Shentucheng knew that it was a pair of eyes, and he could even read many, many emotions from those eyes, such as anger, hatred, resentment... and nostalgia.A familiar feeling came to his mind, he stared blankly at the face in the center of the tree trunk, and the incomplete and unreal memories gradually pieced together at this moment.

The place on the meat ball that seemed to be lips moved, and slowly spit out two words: "Fu, Sheng."

Shentu City was shaken violently, and before he had time to think about it, a name blurted out: "Fu... Chang..."

"Jie Jie..." Weird laughter spread in the air, making Shen Tucheng's scalp numb.In his memory, Fu Chang is his elder brother, but... why is he like this?

"Don't you remember?" Fu Chang's face struggled in the trunk, and a hole was torn open where the flesh and the trunk connected.A blood clot that was so red and black flowed out from it, emitting a foul smell, "Don't you remember...how did you kill me!"

Shen Tucheng stepped back involuntarily, his face full of disbelief—how could he kill his brother!

"Jie Jie." Fu Chang laughed again and said hoarsely, "'Wood is born in water, water will live if it wants it to live, and it will die if it wants it to die...My Ah Hao is the most beautiful woman in the world. Good water, I want you to be the worst wood'... Remember? This is what you said to me back then. Later, you asked someone to skin me and put me in the hollowed out dead wood. You Order people to plant it in the soil, and ask me to be connected with it by flesh and blood——you want me to live or die!"

"No..." Shen Tucheng hugged Gu Panhao tightly in his arms, as if looking for courage, so that even Qiaoye's neck turned blue all of a sudden.

"And them." Fu Chang's eyeballs rolled, and the wall of muddy meat around them seemed to be cooked, and began to bubble one by one, "They, my concubines, children, soldiers... A total of 610 people, you chopped them into meat paste, and turned them into soil to cultivate me!"

A monstrous hatred rushed to his face, Shen Tucheng covered his chest, and suddenly felt it was difficult to breathe.He instinctively wanted to escape and resist, but just when he was about to be unable to bear it, a pair of hands gently hugged him back.

It's Gu Panhao.

He patted Shentucheng's back, coaxing him softly like a child: "It's all over."

"I used to...really do this." Shen Tucheng raised his arms around Gu Panhao, and murmured subconsciously - without Fu Chang saying more, he already clearly understood that he really did those things.He saw himself in memory, with anger and hatred that had nowhere to vent, and brutally killed many people.

But why would he do this?

Could it be that, as his memory showed, he was a malevolent star, destined to slaughter his whole life from the moment he was born?

Just because of the darkness that covered the sky and the sun on the day he was born, just because of an astrologer's four-character prophecy that his grandfather was going to kill him, his mother was going to kill him, and his brother was going to kill him?

Suddenly he remembered the dream he hadn't seen for a long time—in his first dream, when Gu Pan was not well, it was full of bitterness and sadness.At that time, he pulled out the precious sword that he carried with him, and his appearance was reflected on the cold blade.He could see clearly that he was so unhappy.

That knife was the only gift his mother gave him. On the night of his eighth birthday, the woman who had never smiled suddenly smiled at him.Then, the knife sank into his chest.Three days later, when he woke up, the woman closed her eyes forever.

He was not in the funeral procession.He climbed up the majestic Uernoi and watched his mother in the cold wind.He saw her wearing a plain white sarong, lying quietly among the holy snowflakes.He saw his father, witnessed a tall and strong man with heart-wrenching wounds...he also saw Fu Chang, who was standing in the position that should belong to him, sending his mother who should belong to him for the last time .

He feels jealous.

With a face full of silence, Fu Chang snatched away his mother.Fu Ding was not sad, not grieving, he even felt malicious pleasure.But he is more qualified than him to send his mother away.

However, he soon found out that Fu Chang was also jealous of him.

On the seventh day after the funeral, he sat in the tent and wiped his only gift.When the door curtain moved, countless cold winds poured in, and Fu Chang came in.

"You wolf-hearted little bastard."

He raised his eyelids to look at Fu Ding, then continued to wipe his things with his head down.

"The woman who gave birth to you died, but you didn't shed a single tear." Fu Chang said, "Haru is right, you are the evil star from the sky, and she was killed by you!"

He listened, stopped what he was doing, and looked at the other party quietly, until he saw Fu Chang trembling slightly, and asked slowly: "Tell me, who will be next?"

"You little beast..."

"Is it you?" He interrupted, "Fu Chang, I'm really looking forward to it." I'm looking forward to seeing how you die.

"Shut up!" Fu Chang rushed forward at once, beating and shouting, "You evil star! Bastard! I'll kill you!"

At that time, Fu Chang had fully grown, with a strong physique and a powerful force, like a flying eagle on the grassland, invincible.The eight-year-old had no way of resisting, so he could only curl up into a ball and try his best to protect himself.

Those fists and feet landed on him mercilessly, as if they were going to break his bones and meridians. He couldn't even cry... He knew that there were people outside the tent, and he also knew that those people must know who was inside the tent. What happened, but at the same time he also knew that those people would not help him.

Fu Chang is the next successor, a good man on the grassland, and he, he is just a evil star that even the gods can't tolerate.

He was protecting his head, holding a sharp short knife tightly in his hand.He trembled all over, not because of pain, but because of hard work.He endured it very hard, and there was a familiar desire in his body that kept clamoring—kill him, kill him...

Raise your knife, stab him in the chest, kill him, kill him!

Just like you cut off the hare's head with one knife and killed him!

It's like you cut open the poisonous snake's body with one knife and killed him!

……

He rolled on the ground in pain, gasped for air, and twitched all over.

"Little bastard..." Fu Chang was tired from the beating, so he stopped to catch his breath.He tapped his back with the toe of his shoe, and said in a sharp and vicious tone, "You stole my father! Together with your dead mother, you stole my father!"

It turned out that Fu Chang was jealous of him.He pressed the slightly raised tip of the knife under his body, lying on the ground laughing wildly - Fu Chang, this will be the last time you hit me like this in your life.

The knife was not used on Fu Chang until the end, and the first time he used it, it was on himself—"I heard that a blind man only has one eye to cry, I don't know if it's true." In joy With a mocking voice in his ears, his grandfather said this to the left and right.

Grandfather is very happy every time he sees him, just like a person who has been lonely for too long suddenly meets a monkey who can play with him one day.So, whenever my grandfather was in a bad mood, my father would send him here.

This is the best place in the world to breed warriors, and the grassland has no sympathy.It will not accommodate you because you are young, nor will it sympathize with you because of your disability, nor will it treat you preferentially because of your compromise.You must be strong and swift and fearless, cowardice and mercy will bring you nothing but death.

"Fu Sheng, what do you think?" Grandfather asked him kindly.

He pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

"I'm asking you something!" The thick and long riding whip came over fiercely, "Say! Blind men don't shed tears!"

At this moment, the beast in his body could no longer hold back.He drew out the scimitar from his waist, and stabbed it into the socket of his right eye.

He felt pain, a deep pain.His right eye is just blind, not unconscious.

But when the tip of the knife pierced his eyeball, he felt extremely happy.Because he saw the horror in the eyes of the king of the grassland, his aloof grandfather.

He gently wiped his own blood off the scimitar, raised his head, his left eye stared straight at his grandfather's face like an awl. "Aren't these tears?" He touched the blood on his face and asked.