Chapter 761

Several people frowned and looked around. Finally, they found traces in the woods.

They found a bunch of corpses and barely recognized them.

"Third, fourth!" The gang shouted.

A friend said that the little boy was gone!

The eldest brother clenched his fist and hit the ground. He immediately ordered people to look for him.

But after a full night's searching, half of the figure was not found. The little boy disappeared completely.

The eldest brother was holding the heads of the two brothers sadly, but he saw the other brothers who were looking for them, one by one. When he saw the two heads in his hand, he even swallowed saliva and looked thirsty.

The eldest brother was shocked. After all, he lowered his head and handed over the two heads. He said, "the third and the fourth should not want us to starve here, so we will complete them."

At the order of the eldest brother, not only the two heads, but also the intestines and viscera, including the severed limbs and hands, were gathered together, put into a boiling pot, and boiled.

At the same time, in the opposite direction of going to bustling Kyoto, a little boy, carrying his luggage, went to the North alone.

He walked very fast, ran very fast, his backpack was still bleeding, there was a lot of human flesh he shaved, only waiting for a safe place, can take it out to eat.

He's gone a long time, an hour? two hours? In a word, when he finally couldn't run, he stopped and sat in a mountain, gasping heavily.

Want to come, already completely away from those people?

He was thinking about it, but there was a feeble sound of footsteps, which suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Damn it!" The little boy swore and dared not stay any longer. He got up and went on running.

In fact, after the murderer shaves the flesh, he hears the footsteps behind him, so he will run all the time, and run all the time. But the footsteps, like the footsteps, follow him. No matter how long he runs, no matter how far away, he can still hear them.

Aren't those people really going to let him go?

Yes, he killed their two brothers. Of course, they would not let him go. The little boy bit his teeth and killed everyone, so he would not regret it!

Taking a deep breath, he continued to run with strength. This time, he ran for another hour. When he was sweating, his lips were pale, and his face was livid, he finally fell to the ground and could not get up again.

And the footsteps appeared again, just behind him, slowly, slowly, towards him.

The little boy closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and his face was full of reluctance, but he had no strength to escape. He thought that if he was caught this time, he would be very miserable. He could not imagine.

But what else can we do?

This is his life. It's God's life. He has been tortured since he was born. God doesn't like him. He wants him to die. What can he do?

People, can we fight?

With the footsteps getting closer and closer, the little boy thought, if, he means if, someone can save him now, no matter what that person wants him to do, he will, no matter how much he pays, he will.

As long as it keeps him alive.

His life is cheap, but he doesn't want to be cheap!

Step closer, the little boy collapsed on the ground, just sprained a foot, ankle has swollen, he will shrink into a ball, the whole body trembled, but did not open his eyes.

He didn't dare to open his eyes.

"Are you ok?" Cool voice, behind me.

It's a voice I've never heard before.

The little boy clearly recognized that this was not the voice of one of those refugees, because this voice, like himself, was the voice of a child.

There are also many children in the large group of the refugees, but the voice of those children is different from this way, which is particularly pleasant.

The little boy opened his eyes difficultly. He looked back carefully. At this, he was shocked.

Behind him stood a little boy in coarse linen. He was about the same age as himself, but his face was cleaner than himself. Oh, not only his face, skin and hair were better than himself.

The little boy thought that although he was wearing low-quality clothes, he had delicate facial features and was white, tender and tender. It was clearly the young master of his family.

However, this young master is a little strange. He has a wooden pole in his hand and his eyes are closed.

The little boy didn't dare to be careless. He looked around and made sure that there was no one else around except the little boy. He dared to sit up and pointed at the tip of his nose in some consternation and asked: "you Talking to me? "

The little young master looked askew, as if he thought his question was very strange, and said, "here, who else besides you?"

The little boy looked at him and blinked.

The young master seemed to know what he was doubting. He didn't speak. He just used the wooden pole to point the ground in front of him. After confirming that there was no obstacle, he slowly squatted down, reached out and touched the little boy.

The little boy was stunned, and the conditioned reflex retreated: "what are you doing?" He said, holding the two knives in his hands.The young master did not move, and said quietly, "you are hurt."

The little boy looked at his swollen ankle and asked, "how do you know?" As he spoke, he looked into the young master's eyes again.

"I'm blind, but my nose is still there," said the young master He said, sitting on the ground, reaching out his hand to the little boy: "where is the injury, let me touch it."

The little boy was very wary of the young man who suddenly appeared in the deep mountain and wild forest. He hesitated and didn't move. He even changed his short knife to take it. He was ready to kill the man at any time and shaved his meat as a spare ingredient.

But the little boy was too late to move, and the little boy could not bear to say: "the smell of blood is very heavy, you are not hurt lightly, don't delay, let me see."

The smell of blood?

The little boy looked at his feet. His feet were sprained, but there was no blood. There was a lot of blood in him. There was also a lot of flesh with blood in the package on his back.

It turns out that's what he said.

The little boy sneered and thought, such a stupid person, in this disaster year, living is useless, if not, give him a ride, just in time, can change a few full meals.

In this way, the little boy's face showed a strange smile and deliberately said: "my injury is on my feet. My feet are dirty. Don't dirty your hands. You don't care about me. We don't know each other. You let me die. Anyway, I don't want to live if I don't have enough to eat and wear every day."

The little boy said so, holding the hand of the dagger, but he quietly approached the little master, and saw that he had reached his neck.

As long as a knife goes down, it can cut his neck open. It's as simple as killing a chicken.

The little boy was ruthless. The edge of the knife in his hand fell down quickly. However, at the critical moment, he heard the little boy say, "are you hungry?"