The found Tuo is three and a half years old

The first time I saw the child was in front of a birch forest at the foot of the Ural Mountains.

At that time, I had just eaten a rabbit, and there was probably a little scarlet blood on my lips.

Under the cover of the mountain, the moonlight reflected in the east could not enter this shadow, so I thought, I should have looked quite hideous at that time.

But when the child saw me, he didn't show the slightest bit of fear—more precisely, standing by the edge of the birch forest, he just mechanically raised his eyes and glanced in the direction where I appeared. In the red eyes, there is only a whole piece of emptiness that is as endless as a snow field.

I haven't had any contact with humans for about 100 years.Of course, the little guy in front of him doesn't really look like a human being - he's more like a finely crafted statue, like an empty shell without a soul.

Ordinary human children would not appear in the birch forest by the mountain in the middle of the night.

"What are you doing there?" I moved closer to him.

It was also at this time that I realized that the clothes he was wearing were extremely thin, his pale face was bloodless, and his trembling lips were a little purple from the cold.

He didn't answer me.I'm not sure if it's because he's too cold to speak, but standing here wearing such thin clothes in snowy weather, I reckon that in another hour or two, he will probably be completely turned into an ice sculpture .

I tilted my head and asked again:

"Can't you find your way home?"

"Night is very dangerous. If you don't stay at home properly, you may encounter a 'ghost' that eats children."

His eyeballs rolled slightly, and the slender eyelashes covered with a thin layer of frost couldn't stop trembling.

His eyes fell on the corner of my lips, and he stared at me blankly for a long time.

I think he must be frozen stupid.Of course, as a ghost, I'm not enthusiastic enough to care about the life and death of a little guy I don't know, but when he raised his gaze to look into my eyes, I stretched out my hand and wiped the little guy little boy hugged up.

Instead of struggling, he hugged my neck obediently, and naturally pressed his small head against my shoulder socket.

As a ghost, I can't actually give him more warmth, and I can't feel the chill on his body, but when I hug him, there is a faint, disgusting fishy smell sweeping over his body. past the tip of my nose.

It was the smell of human blood.

I hate the smell.

For most ghosts, human flesh and blood is an incomparable delicacy.But because I have a special constitution, like a poor human who is allergic to rice and white flour, since I was turned into a ghost by that adult, I have no way to absorb nutrients like other ghosts.

In order to maintain my life, I forced myself to drink that disgusting liquid for hundreds of years before the adult died, but most of the time, I had to suffer from the devastation of hunger.

It was a time that seemed stolen, even looking back on it now.

I used to hate my special physique very much, but it was probably due to this physique. After the adult was held in the sun by the guys from the Ghost Killing Squad, I did not disappear like other ghosts, nor did I change. Back to human beings——

I became the only "ghost" left in this world.

Perhaps in a strict sense, I am no longer a "ghost".Although I still have a long life, I still can't stand under the sun, but at least, I no longer need to rely on the things I hate to maintain my life, and I can even obtain nutrients for survival from other foods.

After enjoying the first full meal since becoming a ghost, I was so moved that I almost cried.

Although I am not as obsessed with being alive as that adult is, I have no pursuits or wishes, but I still feel that being alive is something to be happy about.

I took the little boy back to the cabin where I lived.That was the house I built myself in the early years—it was actually more like a simple shack than a house.

Because I don't need heating, there is no such thing as a stove in the house, let alone suitable dry firewood.I emptied out the tin cans I had picked up to store clothes in, and dug out some leftover hay from raising rabbits in the storage room.

——The only good news is that my blood ghost technique is to control flames, which saves me the trouble of drilling wood to make fire.But when the hay is burning, smoke will inevitably come out.

The little guy sitting by the fire was choking and coughing, and all I could do was pat him on the back to make him feel better.

The air in the room quickly became warmer, and the darkness between the little guy's lips also faded away, but the little face was still bloodless.

"Are you going to eat me?" He asked suddenly after his body had completely warmed up.

His voice was very soft, full of milky air unique to this age, and even a little trembling, it was unknown whether it was because the cold had not completely faded away, or because of fear.

"Why do you ask that?" I sat beside him and looked at him with my eyes tilted.

"'Man-eating ghost' or something, it's your own business." He glanced at me, his eyes still locked on the corner of my lips.

Although the bloodstain was wiped off by me long ago.

His breathing was rapid, obviously he was afraid of me, but he still forced himself to put on a cold and indifferent look, not commensurate with his age at all.

There was something cute about this bluff.

I raised the corner of my lips, deliberately brushed the tip of my tongue lightly on my lips, and replied with a bit of mischief: "Since you have discovered it, there is nothing you can do about it."

"Oh."

I don't know why, but after getting my affirmative answer, the aura of fear on the little guy's body seems to have faded a lot.

Even the reaction became extraordinarily indifferent——

Although I really didn't mean to eat him, but in the face of such a threat, I just let out an "oh" lightly?

I don't want to be ashamed!

In order to honor myself in front of this little guy, I showed my fangs and long pointed nails that I had hidden for hundreds of years, so that kid finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

Seeing his shaking body again, my mood suddenly improved a lot.

Complacently putting away my sharp claws, I hugged his small ball into my arms.

"But now you are too thin, and you don't look good. Anyway, let's raise you up first."

"Before then, let's get along for a while—"

He nestled in my arms obediently. After the trembling stopped, he didn't move except for the ups and downs caused by breathing.

"Yes, my name is Yinzhu. What about you? What's your name?" I asked.

"Fyodor," he answered: "Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky."