Erosion of bones and pets, forensic mad concubine

Chapter 761 His life is cheap, but he doesn't want to be cheap!

Chapter 761 His life is cheap, but he doesn't want to be cheap!

A few people frowned and looked around, finally, they found the trace in the woods.

They found a pool of broken bodies, barely recognizable.

"The third child, the fourth child!" The members of the gang shouted.

Some friends said that the little boy disappeared!
The boss clenched his fist and hit the ground, and immediately ordered someone to look for it.

But after searching for a whole night, he couldn't find half of his figure. The little boy was gone, completely gone.

The boss held the heads of the two brothers sadly, but when he saw the other brothers who had returned from looking for him, each of them was blushing, and when he looked at the two heads in his hand, he even swallowed his saliva, with a look of hunger and thirst.

The boss's heart was shocked, and in the end, he lowered his head, handed over the two heads, and said, "Third and fourth, they probably don't want us to starve to death here, so let's fulfill them."

The boss gave an order, not only the two heads, but also the remaining intestines and internal organs, including severed hands and feet, were gathered together, put in a boiling pot, and boiled.

At the same time, in the opposite direction to the bustling Kyoto, a little boy, carrying his bag, was walking towards the north alone.

He walked fast and ran very fast, his backpack was still bleeding, and there was a lot of human flesh he had shaved inside, and he could take it out and eat it when he reached a safe place.

He walked for a long time, an hour?two hours?In short, when he finally couldn't run anymore, he stopped and sat on a mountain, panting heavily.

Come to think of it, have you completely stayed away from those people?

He was thinking in his heart, but the sound of thin footsteps suddenly rang in his ears.

"Damn it!" The little boy cursed, not daring to stay any longer, got up, and continued running.

In fact, after the murder and shaving, he always heard footsteps behind him, so he kept running, but the footsteps followed him like a shadow, no matter how long he ran, no matter how far , is also always heard.

Are those people really not going to let him go?

That's right, he killed their two brothers, of course they would not let him go, the little boy gritted his teeth and killed everyone, he would not regret it!

Taking a deep breath, he raised his strength and continued to run. This time, he ran for another hour. When he was sweating profusely, his lips were pale, and his face was ashen, he finally fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

And the sound of footsteps appeared again, just behind him, slowly, slowly, approaching him.

The little boy closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and his face was full of resignation, but he had no strength to run away anymore. He thought that if he was caught this time, he would definitely be miserable, so miserable that he couldn't imagine it.

But what else can I do?
This is his fate, it is the fate given to him by the gods. He has been tortured since he was born. The gods don't like him and want him to die. What can he do?
People, can they still fight against the sky?

As the footsteps got closer, the little boy thought, if, he meant if, someone could save him now, he would do whatever that person asked him to do, no matter how much it cost.

As long as it keeps him alive.

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

The sound of footsteps came closer, and the little boy was paralyzed on the ground. He sprained his ankle just now, and his ankle was already swollen. He curled himself up into a ball, trembling all over, but he didn't open his eyes.

He didn't dare to open his eyes at all.

"Are you okay?" A cool voice sounded from behind.

It was a voice that had never been heard before.

The little boy clearly recognized that this was not the voice of one of those refugees, because this voice was the same as his own, it was the voice of a child.

There are also many children in those refugee groups, but the voices of those children are different from this way, this way is very pleasant to hear.

The little boy opened his eyes with difficulty, and he looked back cautiously. He was completely stunned when he saw this.

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

The little boy felt that although this person was wearing low-quality clothes, he had exquisite facial features, white and tender, so he could clearly be the young master of which family.

However, this young master is a little weird, he is holding 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 this young master, so he dared to sit up. He pointed to the tip of his nose in astonishment and asked, "Are you... talking to me?"

The young master tilted his head, seemed to find his question strange, and said, "Who else is here besides you?"

The little boy looked into his eyes and blinked.

The young master seemed to know what he was suspicious of. He didn't say anything. He just tapped the ground in front of him with a wooden pole. After confirming that there were no obstacles, he squatted down slowly, reached out his hand, and touched the little boy.

The little boy was taken aback, and retreated reflexively: "What are you doing?" He said, already holding two short knives in his hand.

The young master did not move, and said calmly, "You are injured."

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.

The young master said: "I'm blind, but my nose is still there." He said, sat down on the ground, and stretched out his hand to the little boy: "Where is it hurt, let me touch it."

The little boy was very wary of this young master who suddenly appeared in the deep mountains and wild forests. He hesitated and did not move. He even held the short knife in a different position, ready to kill this man at any time, and shaved the meat as a spare food.

But the little boy didn't move for a long time, the young master finally said impatiently: "The smell of blood is very strong, you are seriously injured, don't delay, let me have a look."

Bloody smell?

The little boy looked at his feet, his feet were sprained, but there was absolutely no bleeding, and there was a lot of blood on his body, and there was a lot of bloody flesh in the package on his back.

Turns out, that's what he was talking about.

The little boy sneered, thinking, for such a stupid person, his life would be useless in this calamity year, if not, he would give him a ride himself, just right, and he could get a few full meals in exchange.

Thinking of this, the little boy showed a strange smile on his face, and said deliberately: "My injury is on my feet. My feet are dirty. Don't dirty your hands. Don't worry 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 food and clothing every day.”

As the little boy said this, he quietly approached the young master while holding the dagger in his hand, and before his eyes, he had already reached his neck.

As long as one knife goes down, his neck can be cut open, just like killing a chicken, it is very simple.

The little boy became ruthless, and the edge of the knife in his hand was quickly downward, but at the very moment, he heard the young master say: "Are you hungry?"

(End of this chapter)