Weird Talker

After the seven were selected, no new candidates appeared.

Professor, Xia Nan, Lin Ruonan, Chen Xin, Wu Tiansheng, Hu Feifei, and Abyss, these seven bloody names flew into the air, turned into pools of blood, and then recondensed into strange characters one by one.

[Is fate doomed? 】

[Hand over your answer sheets. 】

[Fucheng 2007 kicked off. 】

[Please make a choice, change...or die. 】

Under the gaze of all the players, all the bloody text slowly melted, covering the bodies of the seven selected players.

Qin Manjiang is already very familiar with this feeling. Whether it is going to [Ping An Hospital] or [Sick Village], it is delivered instantly in this way.

And the place that was sent in this way has two obvious characteristics.

One is... the players are likely to be scattered and have their own different encounters.

The second is... the game will start immediately, there is no preparation time, and the place to go is also a world that cannot be escaped without clearing the level.

The seven players each took a few glances at everyone, and their eyes were quickly covered by a burst of thick redness. After just a few breaths, their whole bodies were completely covered by blood.

At this time, the dark spot of the seventh spiritual pupil under the huge pupil burst into blood!
The dark spot of the seventh spiritual pupil absorbed all the blood in an instant, and the bodies of the seven players were also twisted into strands of blood, which got into the dark spot of the seventh spiritual pupil.

then--

The eyes of the seven people turned red, and their brains roared.

When I came back to my senses again, there was only one male and female voice in my mind:

"Ghost Story: Seven Children."

"start."

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"hiss……"

Qin Manjiang closed his eyes tightly and fell on the snow.

He had a dream...

Humans... can there be such a thing as nature?
He didn't know, but the little boy in the dream seemed to be born to lie.

In the dream, he was called Xiaoqi, but more people like to call him "thief", "rogue", and "liar".

Even his adoptive father and adoptive mother always called him "dead thief" when they were angry.

Sometimes, you are beaten because you like to lie, but more often, you don't need a reason for being beaten.

The adoptive father is a gambler, and the adoptive mother has a bad temper and tends to violence.

Many times, he wanted to escape, but it was too difficult for a child to survive in the ice and snow.

If you escape from this home, you can gain a short period of freedom, but you will die of cold and starvation.

Obediently obeying and being beaten, although it will hurt, but as long as you don't resist and obediently do things, you can eat something.

To do things.

What can a child of seven or eight do?

Steal of course.

In Fucheng in the [-]s, it began to snow as soon as winter entered, the snow fell all over the ground, and the cold wind was like a knife.

The same child as Xiaoqi, there are six more.

They were all "raised" by this couple, but it was hard to say who raised whom.

Seven people often hang out in groups on the street.

Generally, no one dares to approach them, not because they are ruthless characters, but simply because they stink so badly that it makes their eyes smell bad.

Xiao Qi is one who likes to be clean, at least she washes her face very clean, and she grinned brightly.

Therefore, the job of deceiving people is usually given to Xiaoqi, at least he won't be chased away as soon as he gets close to someone's house.

The rest of the work was handed over to the other six people.

As a theft gang, these children have already mastered various procedures.

From touching porcelain, apologizing, attracting attention, picking out pockets, leaving, extorting money, running away, everything is played clearly.

But in winter, there are few pedestrians on the road, and the nearby residents all know them, know what kind of virtue they are, and where can they let them approach them.

So, after wandering around for a long time, the seven children were still in vain.

At this time...

"Puff" sound.

A little girl fell on the snow, and a small figure was smashed out of the deep snowflakes.

The other six children rushed forward and quickly helped her up.

She had a fever and her forehead was hot.

This kind of bad weather forces young children to go out to "beg", and fever is a matter of course.

The biting cold wind is simply not something these two thin clothes can resist.

Half dragging and half helping the little girl, the six children knocked on doors from house to house, and stretched out their frostbitten little hands to passers-by, hoping to get a little mercy.

But winter is cruel, and so is the human heart.

They have been identified as "hopeless little ghosts", not only did not beg for any food, they even couldn't ask for a bowl of hot water to warm the little girl.

Xiaoqi went out, and he went to the next block.

Streets have street rules, and although the people on the next block don't know them very well, it's someone else's place.

Xiao Qi used his strength as a liar and successfully brought back two steaming meat buns, as well as injuries all over his body.

With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he stuffed the meat bun into the little girl's mouth.

The action is very fast, because the meat buns are so fragrant.

The meat buns are even more fragrant in snowy days.

It was so fragrant that he was afraid that the children next to him would snatch it, because he couldn't bear it anymore. After feeding the little girl the buns, he licked his fingers fiercely.

On a snowy day, under the eaves of the shops on the street.

Seven small figures sat in a row.

They looked up at the sky together, thinking... If only they were a snowflake, let the wind blow it down, don't have to worry about the money they have to pay tomorrow, and don't have to worry about where to go to fill their stomachs.

"I want to run away."

A faint boy's voice sounded.

"Where can we go?"

"Everywhere is good..."

"But... Will Mom and Dad..."

"They are not parents!"

"Don't worry...they won't come to us anymore."

Another boy's voice sounded.

Everyone looked at him in unison.

The boy lowered his head and picked up a cluster of snow, staring straight at the snowflakes: "When I left today, I secretly lit a fire."

"But . . . they must have found a fire, and they'll get out . . . "

"I...I gave them...the medicine," came the voice of another little boy, "Before leaving today, they slept deeply."

"I locked the door..." A girl's voice came out.

"I... I saw you drugged... I tied their necks together with a rope." A child's voice sounded.

"Let's run!"

A boy's voice appeared: "Look, I took their money! No...it's our money! Let's split the money and get out of here!"

Pairs of immature eyes are shining.

"Ok!"

"Divide the money..."

"leave here!"

……

On the outskirts of the city in the distance, an old courtyard was being engulfed in flames and burning blazingly.

"what!!!!!!!"

There were piercing screams and vicious and desperate curses from the fire.

The flames seemed to form two entangled grimaces, dancing wildly and distortedly.

Until...the old wooden house was burned to ashes.

"I won't let you go..."

"I won't let you go!!!"

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Qin Manjiang woke up suddenly from the snow.

I'm Xiao Qi? !