It was a dark night, dry and muggy.

On a gloomy path, the trees and dense grass on both sides make the path even more terrifying and full of horror atmosphere.

Running down the path was a panicked young man, his clothes ragged and his hair long and messy.

He ran forward in a panic, with only one thought in his mind, to escape from this hellish place.

This young man was only seventeen years old, he lived in a small closed mountain village since he was a child, he did not study for a few years, because there was no school in the mountain village, he had to go to a far place to study, he had to get up very early every day, and as the eldest son in the family, he had to do a lot of things every day.

In the midst of his father's sighs and his mother's tears, he dropped out of school early to earn a living.

He was fourteen years old when he left home, and he knew about 500 Chinese characters, could add and subtract within 100, and could not memorize all the multiplication formulas.

His first job was as an apprentice in a barbershop, where he lived without pay for three months, and he was able to eat meat every day, and he felt that he had really met a nobleman.

In three months, he had his first salary of 500 yuan, which was in 2008.

He excitedly remitted all the money to his parents at the post office, his hands trembling, and he clutched the heavy 500 yuan tightly.

On the way, he met an old man with filthy hair sticking together, gray eyes, and stretching out his hand to want something to eat.

The kind young man looked at the old man and paused for a second, but he didn't have a penny extra except five hundred yuan.

The old man's hand reached under his nose, and the boy's head was confused before he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself on a rocking train, and when he tried to move, he found himself lying on the hard bed with all his body weak.

I don't know how long it took, the car stopped, and a forty-year-old man walked up to him and waved his hand, and he fell unconscious again.

When he was woken up by cold water, he found himself in a dilapidated house with many children, the youngest wrapped in swaddling clothes, and the oldest being him.

After opening his eyes and looking around, he saw the man in his forties who had woken him up.

"See clearly, I will be your father in the future, my name is Wanquan, and your name is Wanyi. These are your younger siblings. The man said in a hoarse voice, and the boy stared at him without speaking.

"All you have to do in the future is to go to the station, to the supermarket or to beg in front of the wet market.

Then get the money back to me, in case it's the eldest brother, who is responsible for supervising the younger siblings. Wan Quan pointed to the children in the room and said loudly.

The children just looked at him in horror, and none of them dared to cry or scream, because the children who had cried before were either sold or beaten to death and buried in the open space outside.

The teenagers didn't know, but the children had witnessed it with their own eyes, so they didn't dare to cry anymore.

"Did you hear what I said?" Wanquan asked with a smile as he looked at the young man, who shook his head and stood up, he was as tall as a man.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" the boy pushed the man away and ran out the door, then ran desperately in the dark night, on the path covered with dense grass and trees on both sides.

It wasn't until he was exhausted that he realized that he had turned in a circle and was back in front of the broken house.

Wan Quan stood at the door with his arms crossed, looking at the sweaty young man, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Have you run enough? If not, a few more laps.

Do you know why there are so many grasses and trees? I planted it on purpose to let you exercise and run more, so that you can run faster when you are arrested by the police in the future. Wan Quan walked up to the young man and pulled him up with a cruel and cold smile.

He dragged the boy into the house by his clothes and chopped off his little finger with a knife in front of all the children.

When he saw his knuckles being cut off, his expression was numb, because he didn't feel anything for the first three seconds, and even the blood was slowly flowing out after a second.

As the heart-wrenching pain spread from his fingers to his brain, the boy opened his mouth and let out a silent roar.

Holding his bloody hands, he ducked into the corner and buried his head in his knees.

"Wouldn't it be nice to be so well-behaved a long time ago?" he smiled completely with satisfaction, pointing to the other children: "Be honest, otherwise you will cut off all your fingers, and it will be enough for a plate of braised phoenix claws at noon tomorrow." ”

All the children were huddled together and did not dare to cry, even the infant child was quiet, because he was fed sleeping pills mixed with water, and slept for more than ten hours at a time.

The boy's severed finger was tightly held by him to prevent more bleeding.

The next day, after a simple bandage of his hand, he followed Wanquan out to supervise the begging of the younger children.

The boy was ostensibly supervising three children, and when he saw that Wan Quan was about to run as soon as he left, he was stopped by two strong men.

"Stay obediently, or you'll lose another finger at night." The strong man glared at the boy viciously.

During the three-day adaptation period, the boy saw the begging children being beaten and scolded by passers-by, driven away by the security guards, and at night he thought about running away with them.

It's just that every time he escapes, he pays the price of one finger, and when only three fingers remain, he accepts his name as Wanyi.

When he saw the three eight or nine-year-old children who had been captured and had their arms and legs broken for their own instigation to escape, he no longer dared to let them escape.

Once, he tried to call for help from the security guards and police passing by at the station and supermarket gates, but by the time he made things clear, all the begging children were transferred, and the police thought he was messing around and teaching him a few words and left.

As soon as the police left 500 meters, in case they were caught, they broke into the house, and what was waiting for him was to be hung on the beam of the house and beaten hard.

If you are not afraid to fight like this, you will find the police again and again, but every time you can't find the child who needs to be rescued, in case you are treated as a troublemaker, the police will no longer believe him.

Later, he found that as long as he was obedient and obedient, the younger children would suffer less, because he was beaten, and the little ones did not resist the beating.

It is completely possible to use the sympathy of the event to beat the little children and hit the fragile mind in case of emergency.

Slowly becoming numb, coupled with the world's disgust for those disabled children, made him more and more resentful of the world, less and less hope.

Until he was twenty-five years old, he saw a fifteen-year-old sister begging at the station, and met four or five hooligans molesting her, and none of the passers-by came forward to help her.

In case he was about to rush out with a knife in his hand, he was dragged by Wanquan and watched his sister being taken away.

Wanquan said that someone would rescue her, and that Wanquan would come back in the evening with delicious chicken drumsticks and a lot of drinks.

In case he chased and asked about his sister's whereabouts, Wanquan only said that she didn't have to suffer after going to a better place.

After knowing it for many years, in case I found out that my sister was sold to those hooligans, I don't have to think about what to do.

This incident made Wan Quan kill Wan Quan for the first time.

Just in case the second time, when he found out that there was another thirteen-year-old sister missing, he held a dagger against Wanquan's neck and asked him where his sister was?

Wan Quandu didn't dare to do it, but in case he stabbed more than 200 knives on his body, when he finally couldn't stand the pain and told the whereabouts of that sister, in case he directly pierced his eyes blind, did not let him die, hung his life with medicine, and dragged him to the station to beg with a board car every day.

Just put him on the ground, don't care if the wounds on his body are inflamed and ulcerating, put a broken bowl and someone will give money if they want to, and if they don't want to give it, they don't care, he just wants to return everything he has done to him.

After tossing and turning, in case I find two sisters who have been sold, in a high-end club, specializing in serving those rich big bosses.

When the younger sisters tried to send them home with all their possessions, they found that they had suffered from an unsightly dirty disease, and finally the two sisters committed suicide.

In case the other siblings are sent to the police station, I hope they will help send the children back to their parents.

He himself was controlled by the demons and embarked on a deformed path of revenge, specifically seeking out the rich bosses, either extorting their money or providing them with the rich patients who needed to have their organs replaced, and he never thought about the consequences of these things, because he felt that he had been dead since that dark night.