Chapter 105 1 Monsters
Yan Xiaonan asked Zhang Qiling to take the red jade bead, there must be a deeper meaning behind it. The young man kept staring at the road he was walking on. The methane was very strong at night, and it was even darker now, so he couldn't see anything.
His hand, which had just been cut by the Qilin Fire, was being tightly bound with gauze by Wu Yu. It seemed that Wu Yu thought that as long as he threatened with pain, he could make Zhang Qiling, a professional disabled person, obey.
So Zhang Qiling turned his gaze back and lowered his eyes to look at Wu Yi, who wanted to use force but didn't dare to, and could only secretly compete on the shape of the bow. The tension in Zhang Qiling's situation did not relax at all.
"Hey, Tian Zhen, what are you tying? Are you tying your shoelaces? You're not as good as me!" The fat man was just despised by Wu Yi, and now he finally got his back on the spot. He teased Wu Yi about the crooked bandage knot that was tied due to nervousness.
Wu Yu knew that he was only making things worse, so he immediately stopped and turned to the fat man, saying, "The fat man is so powerful, why don't you tie me up and make me look good!"
What he said was actually the truth, and Fatty didn't do anything stupid. He quickly tied a beautiful knot that was firm and tight.
"Fatty, forget about bows. Find Qi Ling. I can ask you to tie hundreds of them. We really have no idea now. How about you point to a direction and we'll try it?" Wu Yu didn't expect that Fatty's technique was really good, so he changed the subject calmly.
In order to prove the credibility of his words, Wu Yu spread out a completely useless map with his hands, his eyebrows drooping, as if he was really at his wit's end.
Fatty didn't understand Wu Yu's desperate attempt to find a cure. He was immersed in his rare mission of being a guiding light. His enthusiasm was high. After serious thought, he pointed in a direction with his finger. "You are so naive. You can say this in your lifetime. Fatty, I am so touched. My sense of direction is stronger than the twirl of shoelaces. Trust me! Just go this way!"
East side…
"Okay." Zhang Qiling nodded with satisfaction. Over there, it was just a matter of returning to the origin of everything. It would not delay the affairs of Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi.
Unexpectedly, Wu Yu walked firmly in the opposite direction, "Listen to the fat man, we will go west."
"No, Tian Zhen, how can you not tell the directions?!" The fat man became anxious, and like a big bird flapping its wings, he stopped Wu Yu from continuing to walk west.
The fat man's behavior also caused the young man to take an opposing attitude. He did not use the knife to resist. After all, Wu Xiu opposite was not an enemy. He just stretched out his arm, as if there was really some ferocious beast over there. Zhang Qiling stopped him with an absolutely firm tone.
"West, no."
Wu Yu looked at the two people blocking his way. No matter how naive he was, he realized that the strangest thing about this matter was.
They entered from the north, turned east, and then went south from the east, but they never went to the west.
This gap was like a broken roof, causing water to drip continuously into the house when heavy rain came. He curled up there, and whenever he felt a little cold, Zhang Qiling and the fat man would hand him a boiling hot stove and thick bedding to cover it up. So the feeling of being wet on his head would delay his discovery of this blind spot because of the warmth.
This thought instantly set off alarm bells in Wu Yu's heart.
It is very likely that Zhang Qiling is in the west.
This thought grew stronger and stronger until Wu Yu faced the tide and the truth without hesitation, feeling the bone-chilling coldness running through his body from top to bottom.
Everyone lies, and Zhang Qiling is no exception.
"Young man, can you tell me what kind of danger is there?" Wu Yu stared at Zhang Qiling carefully, as if all the reactions shown by the young man after entering the inner room of the antique shop were abnormal and excessive.
However, Wu Yu never even thought that Zhang Qiling would deceive him.
So when Zhang Qiling met Wu Yu's clear and bright eyes, he felt that he had nowhere to hide, which became even stronger. He had nowhere to retreat and no way to avoid.
The fat man didn't know what was going on, so he simply raised his arm and stopped trying to stop Wu Yu. He chose to help Wu Yu, "Yes, brother, just tell me, what is there in the west? Could it be that there is some Tianshan Child-Fairy who specializes in eating tender flesh like Tian Zhen and me?!"
It turns out that absolute trust also has its drawbacks.
Yan Bucun walked down with a flashlight. The stairs were slippery, the environment was empty, and the road was shaking. Even if he walked lightly, he could still hear the sound of water. He was disgusted, but he could do nothing about the current situation.
Perhaps he was afraid of dirt when he was a child, so he has such a big reaction to dirty things now, Yan Bucun recalled that the children who later gave him pancakes were also punished by Yan Guangshan. They lived underground with him and became a nest of shivering little mice forced to live in the gutter.
That dry pancake finally became the only food before death.
What Yan Guangxian wanted to see was nothing more than that these children were like poisonous insects lurking in a poisonous insect trap, and they had to fight to the death before they could come out.
But he did not expect that these immature bean sprouts were so tough. They relied on the hard cakes and reasonable daily food distribution to extend their lives for who knows how many days. When they were thirsty, they would lick the turbid dew condensed on the stone wall due to the large temperature difference between day and night.
Not to mention that humans also need to excrete.
In such a humid environment with methane everywhere, dirt cannot be handled and people cannot get out. Children are huddled together, and the atmosphere is dead silent.
No wonder Yan Bucun is so obsessed with mysophobia now. At that time, he curled up in the corner, feeling hungry all the time. When his companions had finished eating the pancakes and their spirits were gradually collapsing, the young Xiaocun made the boldest decision, which was to start cutting meat for them to eat.
The dagger was brought in before and was very sharp, but it was definitely not enough to cut through the shackles of the iron gate. He could only point the tip of the knife at his thin arm which did not have much flesh. After feeding a few people, he felt it was not enough, so he turned to cut from his thigh.
If they didn't have the strength to eat it, Xiao Cun would cut the meat into smaller pieces and stuff it into their mouths.
During these countless days and nights, Yan Bushun became more and more terrified by the changes in his body. Why did he lose so much blood but still survive?
Even those children who ate their own flesh felt as if what they had put into their stomachs was not life-saving food, but poison.
They were like dry pancakes that couldn't be swallowed, they quickly hardened and cooled down, and finally died sadly and unwillingly on a day when it was unclear whether it was day or night.
The dark brown dirty blood flowed and dried up, and the corpse began to soften under the moist and hot conditions, gradually emitting the stench of decay in the enclosed space. Now, Xiao Cun was the only one left alive here.
The endless imprisonment turned Yan Bucun into a monster.
Will Yan Guangshan praise his own masterpiece?
For example, he personally created this beast named Yan Bucun, who was driven mad by extreme hunger.
At that time, Yan Bushun was mentally ill. He devoured the first child who handed him a pancake, named Fu Fu, in no time. Although he did not have sharp canine teeth at that time, he was still very ferocious when he bit the corpse.
But it was not until his stomach was filled with the smell that Xiao Cun was awakened by the disgusting body resistance that made him want to vomit. Half of his face was covered with minced meat. When he looked down, he realized that he was eating his own kind...
Xiao Cun couldn't believe it. He was actually using these children, who had shown him kindness but had suffered misfortune for no reason, to feed themselves?
He put down the corpse in his hand, and the nausea that came over him made him vomit all over. He felt the acid in his stomach churning, and tears of despair welled up in his eyes. He sobbed like a young animal that had completely collapsed after discovering the truth, but no matter what he did, he could not save the current situation.
Yan Bucun was just a child that year, and only a child. He couldn't think of more reasons to justify his behavior at that time.
His sins are grave and there is no room for argument.
And at this moment, Yan Guangshan's goal of seeing a fight inside the box, the Gu King has been determined, and Xiao Cun has become the only winner has been achieved.
The prison chains were finally removed, and Yan Guangxian was holding an eternal lamp, which made his robe flutter and look spotless white.
At the same time, the young Xiao Cun looked up and was swallowed by Yan Guangxian's shadow and darkness.
He knew that he had finally become what his uncle wanted.
monster.
Hei Xia Zi seemed to wake up, and his consciousness recovered quickly, but he lacked energy. He rested his head lazily on Zhang Qiling's shoulder. Zhang Qiling, who felt his movement, had no trace of tears on her face, as if she had never cried.
"Awake?" Unexpectedly, the first person to ask this question was Yan Guangxian.
The environment in the space became much darker, as if to make Hei Xia Zi, who had been in darkness for a long time, feel safe. It was very considerate, but it seemed that it was not done by Zhang Qiling, who had no mobility.
Instead, it was the act of Yan, a "great philanthropist".
Hei Xia Zi squinted his eyes and looked forward, only to find that Yan Guangxian, who was behind Zhang Qiling, was like the original wife who saw his wife living in the arms of the mistress and dared not refute. He was using the bones of the previous generation of Zhang Qiling to poke the hard ground, looking like a child.
But Hei Xiazi didn't care about him. He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and asked Zhang Qiling in a soft voice, "Qi, put me down. Have you been holding me for too long? Are your hands sore?"
When he spoke, his chin rubbed lightly against Zhang Qiling's shoulder. Feeling the friction, Zhang Qiling tilted his head and buried his face in Hei Xiazi's thick hair.
Damn the height difference.
"Not sour." Zhang Qiling turned his head back again, as if afraid that the other party would not believe him, and continued, "Really."