Hiding in the corner of the warehouse on the east side of Chen Axiang's house, staring at the room with his distant relative Mao Zai Zhou Daidi, and four thugs talking about how to get their hands on Chen Axiang, Chen Axiang, who was very happy with a glass of wine and a mouthful of food, and the teeth of this little devil were also tightly clenched together.

Crunch!

The sound of grinding teeth like a grinding stone came from the mouth of the little ghost, wisps of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, his twisted arm slashed at the wall, and the other intact arm also grabbed his bloody face, and finally two fingers also reached into his eyes with only a trace of phosphorus.

For it, the most precious eyes were taken away from the original birth, the twisted arms, the same artificially damaged, the dry soles, the scaly wounds all over the body, and even the eyes lost by the little ghost guarding the door, and the flesh-and-blood palms were all given by man, and the culprit of this ferociousness was Chen Axiang, who was sitting in the room and talking.

A trace of blood and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and the intermittent memory fragments were also reflected in front of the eyes of this fierce little ghost.

I don't know how long it was, a child who had just turned a week, in the midst of constant crying, was carried away by a woman and disappeared into the snowy night.

The young figure didn't remember much, only that he had left the two embraces that he thought were the warmest, and then the boundless cold.

I vaguely remember that the wind and snow that night were very strong, and the cold wind blew the snow flakes, like a cold knife, scratching on the immature little face, leaving only the blade-like cold indifference.

kept crying, kept struggling, and in the end all I got was the fierce slap, which slapped mercilessly on the immature body, and finally made the tears full of longing and despair condense into an ice scab and solidify on the little face that was already frozen because I couldn't feel the warmth.

I don't know how long it took, but finally a trace of heat also wrapped the whole body, and a pair of eyes that opened in a trance finally saw a trace of light that seemed to be warm.

At that moment, perhaps this poor little life felt that his future might be bleak, but he could always see such a glimmer of light.

But beautiful dreams are usually fragile and easy to be shattered.

Lying on a table with dull eyes, the young figure no longer had much strength to cry, and could only look at the ceiling above him in a daze.

He is just a child, a child who has just seen the world and has just developed a little understanding of the world.

He was hungry and cold, he wanted to eat, and he needed a warm embrace, but unfortunately they were all far away from him, and he would never return.

"This child's birthday, Daoist, take a look, is this the case!" As he spoke, Chen Axiang, who brought the child back, also handed a note to a man dressed as a Taoist priest in front of him.

The man was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a bun on his head, the expression on his face was very indifferent, a pair of triangular eyes exuded a hint of cold light, and on his gloomy lips, there was also a nose like an eagle's hook, which made people a little daunted to look at.

After staring at the birthday on the note, the middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest also nodded, and then his two cruel eyes also stared at the poor child on the table.

In the face of these cruel eyes, the child did not know what he was going to face, and even naively thought that he might be able to be picked up, feel the warmth, or get a mouthful of hot millet porridge, but all this was just a luxury after all.

After carefully checking the child's face and hand prints, and touching the child's bones again, the Taoist priest stretched out his hand and counted it, looked at the note in his hand again, and finally determined that there was indeed no mistake in the eight characters of this birthday.

Looking at the Taoist priest in front of him blankly, the young figure didn't know what kind of situation was waiting for him next.

"Untie his clothes, pick him up and face me!" Glancing at the child with an expressionless face, the vicious Taoist priest also gave a simple order to Chen Axiang.

In this dazed state of mind, this young figure was also hugged by Chen Axiang, and when the young figure wanted to enjoy a rare embrace, the situation also changed dramatically.

The clothes on his body were untied, and a cold feeling immediately spread all over the body of this young figure, and at this time, the fierce Taoist priest also took a small bowl from the side, and inside the bowl was bright red blood, and these blood were Chen Axiang's own blood.

Chen Axiang hugged the child's fierce Taoist priest, and the fierce Taoist priest stretched out his finger and dipped a little blood, and then also dotted it in the child's eyebrows, and then went all the way down, writing a very special Taoist talisman on the child's body.

The cold feeling continued to spread from his body, and the child also felt an unprecedented fear, he didn't know what he was afraid of, but he felt that what he was afraid of was about to happen.

After the Dao Fu was written, the child also felt a very strong feeling of discomfort on his body, as if the blood in his whole body was concentrated on his head, and then his eyes were instantly filled.

At the same time, the child's eyes began to become blood-red, and they bulged out of the frame little by little.

"Wow!!"

The strong discomfort and pain made the child unbearable anymore, and finally cried out in pain, and at this time the Taoist priest glanced at the child without the slightest sympathy on his face.

"Hold on to him! Don't let him resist anything!" After a very mechanical and cold sentence, the Taoist priest turned around and took the white porcelain jar behind him and placed it on the table.

"Wow, wow, ...."

Because of the pain, the child began to struggle violently, and Chen Axiang also grabbed the child extremely hard for the things in the white porcelain jar in front of him, and finally the child's left hand began to become distorted.

Click!

The weak and inaudible voice resounded in the child's nerves, and his left arm was also struggling, which was twisted by Chen Axiang and became unshaped, and the huge pain could only make him cry non-stop.

Although Chen Axiang is a bad person, she is still a person after all, so she is still a little touched by the child's painful wail.

Chen Axiang is a person, but she is a bad person after all, and in the end, the heart full of desire and evil thoughts finally overcame the only trace of intolerance in her heart.

Call.....!

The white porcelain jar opened, and a cold black aura suddenly came out, followed by a young baby, which also appeared in the black air.

"Kid!"

After seeing the little baby formed by the black qi, Chen Axiang also became excited, because this little baby was the child of a little ghost after her death.

After the little ghost came out, he first glanced around blankly, and then also looked at Chen Axiang, although he was dead and had been made into a little ghost, but the blood and family in his bones were still connected.

After staring at Chen Axiang and opening his mouth, this little ghost's nose twitched, and then his eyes were fixed on the bowl on the table that had Chen Axiang's blood stains remaining.

As if seeing something that made him excited, the little devil immediately rushed to the bowl, stretched out his tongue, and desperately licked the blood in the bowl, and after a while, the remaining blood in the bowl was licked away.

After licking the blood in the bowl, the little devil immediately looked at death with red eyes, and at this moment there was no emotion in his eyes, only a desire for blood.

When he saw the child in Chen Axiang's hand, especially the Taoist talisman written in Chen Axiang's blood, the little ghost's emotions immediately became excited.

It was a feeling of jealousy, hatred, and between the spread of emotions, there was hardly any hesitation, and the little ghost wanted to rush over and eat the poor child.

"Stop!" With a cold drink, the Taoist priest pointed out and pointed directly at the eyebrows of the little ghost, and then the little ghost was directly frozen in place and couldn't move, and could only roar with resentment in his eyes.

"Don't worry! what you need, I'll give it to you right away!" As if to comfort the little ghost, the Taoist priest turned his head to look at the child Chen Axiang was holding in his hand, and the next moment the Taoist priest's two fingers also stretched out to the child's two eyes.

A few shadows appeared in the window, and no one knew what was going on inside, followed by a terrible and unusual scream.

"Ah!!!!h

After the heart-rending screams came, blood rushed down, and the little baby that Chen Axiang was holding fainted directly.

"Go and dispose of it! I'll do the next thing!" After a very indifferent sound, the Taoist priest was not affected at all, but looked indifferently at the pair of watery and bloodshot soul windows held in his hand, and this is exactly what the little ghost needs to perfect himself, and it can only be obtained from other children.

In the icy night, several figures stepped on the snow that had just fallen, and came to the vicinity of the temple of the low mountain three kilometers away from the small county town.

"Did you bury it with a pit planing?" one of the men asked Chen Axiang.

"Forget it! Just throw it away! There are so many foxes and jackals in the mountains, and there is no food in the winter, so if you throw them here, you won't see them tomorrow!" After a very indifferent sentence, a poor little figure was also thrown into the cold snow.

A vague breath still maintains the last trace of vitality, but the boundless cold is constantly depriving it all.

In the dark night, the wind and snow are still there, but no one knows that a star that was originally full of hope has fallen like this.

As soon as the sound of hee hee suo came, a pair of glittering eyes appeared, and then a thin fox also appeared.

Sniffing at the remnants of life with his head down, the emaciated fox opened his mouth and bit the calf.

A red trail was left on the snow, which eventually extended to a cave, and at this moment, only the white bones of the forest were finally broken.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, crushing the huge branches above the cave.

Poof!

A dull sound came, the entrance to the cave was directly sealed, the fox was also stoned to death at the entrance of the cave, and the cave collapsed.

After the heavy snowfall, there was no trace, and I don't know how long later, a trace of cold and abnormal black gas also diffused from the place where the cave disappeared.

In the room of Chen Axiang's house, the Taoist priest unlocked the ban on the little ghost and casually threw the pair of former brightness to it.

The hideous face caught this pair of hatred that still exuded warmth, and the little ghost swallowed it into his stomach without any hesitation, and at this moment the anger on the little ghost became a little stronger.