Fox spirit's self-cultivation

Night does not hide evil.

Under the watchful eyes of the ghosts, the murderer said with a different kind of indignation: "Finally, we have solved one. It is really troublesome. It would be great if we could burn them with a fire! Or simply poison them with poison and burn them clean again. It's done."

John said, wiping the blood splattered on his face.

Jonathan still looked pitiful: "Go back, we have to find tools to bury his body. There are also monsters in this land. If they die like this, they may turn into ghosts to take revenge on us."

"Ghosts? Then kill their ghosts too, hahaha." John shook his gun and laughed loudly.

With deep worries, Jonathan and John went back to the orphanage to find tools and prepare to destroy the corpse.

Zheng Xuanli stood there looking at the blood-stained body of the child. He lowered his head expressionlessly, and stretched out his hand to close the blood-stained eyes.

But it didn't work.

They cannot change the established reality.On this day a hundred years ago, a child named Xiao Mao was beaten to death here, and he died with regret.

On the side, Kong Lingxiao was trembling all over, his face was distorted by anger, but everything that used to be has become history, even if he resented, he was as powerless as Zheng Xuanli.

I can only watch a living being being tortured into a ghost.

Under the quiet moonlight, Zheng Xuanli's figure was completely shrouded in darkness.

He closed his eyes and said softly: "Mission, what they said before, mission. Ling Xiao, do you know what the mission of the foreign missionaries who came to China to preach at that time was?"

Of course Kong Lingxiao knew that it was the scar of this country, the scar of this land, and the scar of countless people in this land.

Nearly 200 years ago, those who came to the land of China under the banner of "God loves the world" were no different from the previous invaders, except that they skillfully used the word "help" as a fig leaf to cover up their crimes.

Zheng Xuanli opened his eyes and stared at the moon in the sky. At some point, the bright moon was also stained with blood, and the blood light reflected in Zheng Xuanli's eyes, making his pupils show a dark brilliance.

"One of their tasks is to collect intelligence and plan for a complete invasion of this country. Because the conditions are limited and the country cannot invade, they instigate the actions of wolves around them and provide intelligence assistance as much as possible.

"The second is to use various means to search for the treasures of this country, smuggle them out, and simply destroy those that cannot be shipped out. Use all means to search for wealth and destroy cultural heritage."

Not only that, they also absorbed the offerings of believers through missionary work, completely sucking the blood and even the bone marrow of the poorest people in this country.

They are another invading army of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, attacking and looting with benevolence and justice-whether it is material or spiritual, they are plundering as much as possible.Destroy people's beliefs, build another layer of bubbles, and let the destruction continue to ferment.

It is true that among these people there are missionaries who want to help others, but that is only a small part of them. Most of the missionaries are serving their country through various means, transferring the national treasures and property of Huaguo.

Every missionary may not be very rich when they enter this troubled land, but when they leave this land, their luggage is too much to fit in several cars. When they return home, they will become a nobleman, a knight, Honored by their King and President.

Under the night, the young man looking up at the red moon has no joy or sorrow. He is like a stone sculpture, standing beside the corpse, stating the bloody history.

It's like witnessing it with your own eyes.

But how is it possible?

Kong Lingxiao was a little dazed for a moment.

It was the first time he faced this cruel and inhuman event, even if there were many written records, it was not as shocking and tragic as facing it. The young Yaozu once again saw his own weakness clearly. His pride was shattered, he looked at his palm, the palm lines were blurred under the moonlight.

"That's right, back then Hua Guo was backward, so the people could only suffer. Now, I am too weak to save them who have become ghosts."

Just now he and Zheng Xuanli split into two groups. Zheng Xuanli followed Xiaomao and Jonathan to find out what happened, while Kong Lingxiao tried to stop the other children, intending to change the ending of the children's death in the illusion.

But it was useless, when the time came, those children still all disappeared before his eyes, heading towards the doomed impasse.

Where are those kids going?

When Xiao Mao was killed, the children fled in all directions in horror, but they did not go far. Under the cover of night, they hid in the distance and saw Jonathan and John committing the murder with their own eyes. They were nailed in place.

Except for Ergou, Xiaohuaer and Xiaomao, the other children were younger one by one, and the more sensible children covered the mouths of the younger children who were crying in fright. They wept and watched Xiaomao die in despair.

These children living in orphanages have long witnessed repeated deaths, starved to death, beaten to death, and died of illness. They know how to deal with this terrible situation, and they have learned to save themselves in endless hardships. , but now he can't save his partner.

They could only watch Xiao Mao die in front of their eyes.

When Jonathan and John left, the children ran out. Their faces were full of tears, they hugged Xiaomao's body, and dragged Xiaomao away from the place.

"Brother Xiao Mao, let's find a doctor for you."

"Brother Xiaomao, let's go to Ergou and Xiaohua'er's mother and ask her to save you."

"Wuuuuuu, Xiao Mao, don't die."

Under the night, the short figures of the children stumbled and disappeared in place. When John and Jonathan, who were carrying the tools, arrived, they only saw the fallen teeth of the little fur stained with blood.

"Damn you little bastard, they escaped." John said fiercely, without the sacred solemnity of preaching to others.

Jonathan lowered his hands, with frustration on his face: "John, stop talking, they are all children, or abandoned children, it will not have a big impact, you hurry up and leave with the old priest in the dark, sit down tonight The ship leaves, and I'll take care of the rest."

John said angrily: "I haven't found the magical stone sculpture that the Earl wanted, and I encountered trouble on the way, so I'm really unwilling to leave like this. And the only person who dared to attack me, I want to catch Him, execute him with your own hands!"

"You better leave, the sooner the better. I will send him to prison for you to be punished. The statue is rumored to have been smashed to pieces. There is no magic at all, and it is not for us. For any value, give it up, John."

Jonathan seemed to feel deeply that he was a sinner. He bowed his head, knelt down in the night, and prayed with tears, "Lord, forgive your believers! I have sinned!"

That night, John and the old priest who was said to be infected with the plague left China by boat. They pulled out carriage after carriage of belongings from the dark, and the carriage from the pier to the orphanage traveled for a full hour or two. .

When John fled, children who fled in a hurry were ushered in on the street covered with red lanterns.

The woman who was holding the passing man with a smile was startled when she saw the children, she hurriedly sent the benefactor away, brought the children into the room, and touched Xiaomao's breath with shaking hands.

Then, the woman fell to the ground with a pale face.

"Dead! How come... I obviously go to see you every day... During the day, you are still fine..."

The children were crying, and an older child knelt down on the ground and kowtowed his head.

"Aunt Mei, Ergou and Xiaohuaer are also missing. Xiaomao wanted to find them, but was beaten to death. It was Father John and Father Jonathan who killed him! Ergou and Xiaohuaer were also hidden by them, you go Find a patrol room, arrest Father Yang, and save Ergou and Xiaohuaer!"

"Find the police station and arrest John, he killed Xiao Mao!"

The woman trembled and trembled: "Father Yang killed someone? My child...my child disappeared too? What did I do?"

Her eyes darkened and she almost fainted, but she had to stop crying when she saw children younger than her own.

The children discussed confronting the two priests, going to the police station to report the crime, and killing two foreigners with a kitchen knife to kill Xiao Mao. They also hoped that the police station would give them so-called justice and punishment.

Ah Mei listened, raised her hand with tears in her eyes, slapped the child holding the kitchen knife fiercely on the face, gritted her teeth and said fiercely: "What nonsense! That's a foreigner, a foreign master, who wants to fight against the foreign master, you guys Do you want to survive! You still look for the police station, bah, you have caught the bad luck of the foreign masters, and you probably don’t know how you died on this street!"

The woman's eyes were tearing apart, her face was ferocious, and under the light of the candle, her face looked like a ghost.

The children didn't expect the woman to say that at all, and they looked at the woman angrily and horrified.

The woman raised her hand and lightly touched the face of the nearest child, warning sharply: "You guys better stay here obediently, I still have to do business with the foreign master, don't spoil my good deed. Think Go to the patrol room? Believe it or not, I will say hello first, and let you step into the patrol room and your legs will be broken? If you want to die, you might as well hang yourself with a rope, anyway, you are the same as me, They are all untouchables, let's see who cares about you!"

While speaking, the last tear in the woman's eyes fell to the ground and shattered, as if the last humanity was wiped out along with the tear. She showed no mercy, sneered, took out the bong, Stuffed a ball of shredded tobacco in it, leaned on the bed and smoked.

In the smoke, the woman squinted her eyes with a happy face, as if she had been intoxicated in the dream brought by the smoke, and she even babbled and sang.

"Take a light step towards the front of the wilderness and stand still, suddenly look up to see the clear moonlight... Although the moonlight is good, the surrounding fields are filled with the sound of sorrow..."[Note 1]

"Waiting to be beaten and fragrant soul, it's rainy and rainy, and I will meet Megan, with tears on my face..." [Note 2]

In the mist, the children on the ground looked at Xiaomao's bloody corpse, and the hope in their eyes gradually disappeared.

Everyone in this room is like a corpse.

I don't know how long it took before the woman stopped speaking. She threw the pipe on the table, went up to pick up Xiao Mao's body and looked at it for a moment, her three white eyes became more and more fierce, with more whites and fewer pupils, looking like a ghost.

"There's no one outside, go, come with me to bury this hapless brat, find a broken mat, and bury it far away! You bunch of debt collectors are causing trouble for my old lady, so let me move more quickly!"

Zheng Xuanli and Kong Lingxiao watched Amei and her child hurriedly bury the body in the dark at the corner of the street.

When the sun was twilight, the woman returned to the low, dilapidated house with her disheveled children.

As soon as they entered the room, the woman, who looked embarrassed because of burying the body, pushed the children into a corner, locked the door and began to wash and change clothes.When the sky was bright, she changed into a bright red cheongsam, combed in front of the mirror for a while, put on delicate makeup, dyed with bright lipstick, and went out without any abnormality as in the past few days.