Why aren't people raising me

Daoist, the curse spirit born of human's malice towards human beings, is growing at a frightening speed.

Its technique does nothing to change, it can touch the soul and change the shape of the soul, but in its eyes, the body is just the packaging of the soul, and tears are just the secretion of the soul.

It is testing its own abilities and playing with humans with evil intentions.

Human beings are caught by it at will. In the dark corners of the night, those innocent pedestrians who walk through remote places are pulled into the dark sewer by it.

Office workers returning late, pastimers wandering around the red light district, frustrated drunks, couples walking their dogs.

Real people have no preference for catching test objects, everyone is the same in its eyes.

It found a special soul in the belly of a pregnant woman. He was broken, as if he was sucked into a vortex, smashed and put together again in the process of formation, and the body of the fetus was also extremely thin.Whether it can be born normally is unknown.

He gasped weakly in the real person's arms, a little bloody smell surrounded his whole body, curled up into a ball unconsciously.

"What is this?" Cursing Spirit's eyes were full of pure curiosity, "The soul is broken to such an extent, if it is not a dead baby, it will also be paralyzed... Well, can it be repaired?"

As a training for its own art, it likes to challenge some novel things.

And repairing a strange soul that he has never seen before, in his opinion, is not a good deed, but just a whim of curiosity.

The hand of the blue-haired curse spirit touched the body of the fetus, wantonly touching his soul, and waited for it to take it away. The child seemed to be one or two years old.

Without any food, it grows into a very healthy appearance.

"It grows a bit slowly, can you bear it anymore?"

While talking to himself in a low voice, the real person narrowed his eyes and conducted another experiment on humans.

"How big can you grow?"

This toy he found should brighten up his somewhat boring days.

The child didn't react at all under his hands, like a puppet that was untouched.He seemed unable to control his limbs, or even failed to connect his nerves successfully. Only the muscles of his face were twitching slightly.

He didn't make any sound, not even a whimper.

The real man fiddled with him without pity. He casually tore off a piece of clothing from the reformed man on the side and spread it on the ground, pressing the child on the ground like an object, "Let me see...let's sew from the arm, the gap is the biggest, "

Half an hour later, the real person pinched the child's armpits and lifted him up to him. His strange-colored pupils stared at him impartially, "The brain seems to be fully developed, as it is now, four or five years old? How long will it be?" It’s not that it exploded. He hasn’t been taught to speak, nor has he opened his eyes to see the world, so he should still be a baby who doesn’t understand anything.”

The real man put the child aside casually, regardless of whether the cold and wet ground would catch him cold.

He continued to fabricate human souls, wanting to see what form they could turn into. Under his palm, the human body changed at will, and the final results were all without exception—terrible deformities, bloody and bloody.

Their heads deflate like balloons, bleeding from the eyes and nostrils, healthy limbs may swell or shrivel, and the skin twitches to a brown-green or purple-red color.

However, humans who have become such a form that would wake up in nightmares are awake.

They feel pain, fear, despair, unable to struggle, unable to escape, unable to be rescued, unable to control themselves.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Even if the facial features are distorted to that extent, people can see the sadness.

Yaji stared at him quietly.

Curse Spirit seemed to sense something, turned his head suddenly, and saw Yazhi's calm face and ancient eyes.

"Hey, are you awake?" The real person leaned over with great interest, "You look good, how do you feel now?"

"..."

Yazhi didn't reply, but he responded to its voice. He raised his eyes, and his eyes met the gaze of the curse spirit fearlessly and straightforwardly.

Daoist snorted inexplicably, grabbed a human head, and lifted him in front of Yazhi, "Do you know him?"

"..."

"This is your father."

"..." Masaharu's eyes fell on the man's face. It was a haggard look almost tormented by fear. If he really wanted to comment, he would be ridiculed by everyone.

Masato bent the corner of his mouth and crushed the man's head in front of Masaharu.

Blood mixed with viscous unknown matter sprayed on Masaharu's face. The human child whose hair and skin were stained red showed an extremely indifferent expression.The shape of his eyes is not sharp, and his pupils are also light pink, which is milder than blood red, but it gives people a sense of lifeless numbness and disobedience.

Makoto felt no emotion in him for the time being.

Either panic or disgust.

"What kind of species are newborn human beings who haven't been nurtured by the concept of good and evil?" Cursing spirit, who is extremely curious for knowledge, raised his hand to wipe the dirt on Yazhi's cheek, "Could it be that my inaction changed because I didn't notice it?" Did the place do anything to your personality...or emotional perception?"

This is the unknown, something that makes real people patient.

So he kept Masaharu and gave him a name for convenience.

"Jazhi, this title is quite popular among humans." He glanced at Yazhi's hair and eyes, "And you look alike too."

It seems that Yazhi has a predestined relationship with this name somewhere.

On the first night of staying in Masaharu, Zhenzhen inspected him cherished like a pet.

The body is healthy, even strong, with sound functions, hearing, vision, and sense of smell are all fine, but it seems that there is no concept of likes and dislikes. The smell of the sewer is not good. Not only is it pungent, but it also contains poisonous gas. But Yazhi didn't show any discomfort, and his vocal cords were normal, but he just didn't speak.

"I won't say, or is it a psychological reason?"

At this time, the real person even wanted to find a book to check the information.

"I feel like I can't speak..." The blue-haired curse spirit pinched Yazhi's mouth, and helped him shape his mouth with his hand, and touched his vocal cords with the other hand, "Let this place vibrate, can you understand?"

"..."

Yaji blinked dully.

Afterwards, the eyes of the real person showed impatience, the corners of its mouth that raised up casually shrunk, and the fingers on Yazhi's neck opened slightly, gently encircling him.

Next, as long as you push hard--

"what."

Masaharu uttered a short syllable.

Immediately, Zhenren's face brightened, and he patted Yazhi's head, "Good boy."

Masaharu didn't care about the praise, he waved away the real man's hand on him, and showed an impatient expression.

The real person raised his eyebrows, "It seems that you have self-awareness."

The corners of its mouth grinned a little too much, "If I'm not wrong, you're still imitating me."

"Sure enough, the growth of human beings needs a reference object. You have been with the curse spirit since birth, and you should not be able to feel a sense of belonging to the human group... Well, but you are not human. Obviously, no one will accept you. .”

It is inexplicably excited about this status quo, and looks at Masaharu as if it is looking at a man-made product that is about to blossom and bear fruit, and can amuse it.

Afterwards, Masato put on a layer of cold-proof clothing for Masaharu, and threw it away in distaste, "The things that humans have left on you are an eyesore, they don't fit and are dirty, it seems that I have to go out for a walk."

It hugged Yazhi to its own hammock, and there were a few books piled up on it, and Yazhi's sight was immediately attracted by it.

"Want to read a book?" The real person likes to observe every slight fluctuation of his expression, "No, you are just curious about what this is, after all, you have never seen it before."

He licked his lips, and Masaharu, who saw this scene out of the corner of his eye, also stuck out his tongue and licked it.

So he elicited a muffled laugh.

"You're going to be a different kind, Masaharu."

It went out and came back, and brought enough daily necessities. If judged by human standards, the real person may be a qualified child-rearing expert.

"Oh, that's right." The real person seemed to feel that it was an eyesore, and reached out to touch the top of Yazhi's head. "I haven't paid attention to your hair. Your hair seems to be too long."

"Although it's not bad for my aesthetic, it always makes me think of an unhappy guy."

Its inaction transformation is always performed without warning, and does not require any cumbersome prerequisites, just touching it.

When its hand left Yazhi again, the child in front of it had turned into a prickly head.

"The accident is quite refreshing." The real person clapped his hands in satisfaction, and asked casually, "Do you like it?"

In fact, this sentence did not hold the intention of getting an answer, and the real person turned to prepare to do something else.

But behind it, a childish voice came, "Without a mirror, how do you let me know what I look like?"

At that moment, the real person stared wide-eyed in astonishment, he turned his head in extreme surprise, and saw the child who had been dissected last night looking at him with an unkind expression, that gaze seemed to be filled with pure malice, and seemed to be just...no Yourou is just gentle and considerate for others.

What would it be like if human beings were not educated?

Yazhi raised his head silently, his voice was low and hoarse, "I'm hungry."

"Hey?"

"There is no water, no food, and no clothing to protect against the cold. Do you want me to die or live?"

He doesn't think about others and is a serious egoist.

Yazhi put down the book he had been holding in his hand, walked straight to the supplies brought back by the real person, and rummaged through it critically, "It's ridiculous, are you playing house, or are you addicted to shopping, there is no stove, vegetables How do you cook? With this gloomy and crude sewer, your life is worse than that of a mouse."

His words were merciless, but he had a natural and tough attitude. The real person stared at him dully, but Masaharu gave him a cold glance.

"Are you experimenting with human form? What do you want to turn them into?" Masaru coldly swept over the transformed people everywhere,

"How do you dispose of these things? The pieces of meat that can't move all over the place have to fight with me for the scarce air. How do you survive in this environment? Could it be that you can still use waste and turn them back ?”

No no no no.

For the first time, the real person has doubts about his inaction and human cognition.

It's only been out for over an hour, how did this guy become like this? !