- Run - Run!!

Don't stop! Can't stop!!

- Will - Dead ......

The boy was awakened and his body was in terrible pain.

When he opened his mouth to speak, his voice was hoarse, and he could only make a "ahhh

The boy felt his neck be pressed, and then his eyelids sank and he fainted.

Not far away, an old man in Tsing Yi riding a donkey was heading in this direction.

Back to the teenager.

Although the boy fainted, there were still many people around.

It was late at night, and these figures in night clothes escorted a teenager wrapped in black cloth. Blindfolds (night blindness) are common in this day and age, not to mention that there is no moonlight tonight.

There were no people on the main road, only nocturnal creatures from the nearby forests that haunted at this time. Under the cover of night, the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye. If there were people nearby, they would probably just think it was an illusion.

Suddenly, the first person stopped and listened silently, and the rest of the people behind him almost instantly stopped, uniformly terrifying.

Looking down at the sky, a man and a donkey walked straight to this side, and the sound of the donkey's hooves stepping on the ground directly took the attention of the group of people in the silence.

Soon.

The sound of "poof!poof!" faded away, and the men in black stood motionless.

The next day, passing traders noticed that something was wrong. The guards in the caravan went to check, only to find the cold corpses at the edge of the forest.

The facial expression of the deceased was extremely calm, as if he had died before he knew it. There were no injuries on the body, and the cause of death is unknown.

Surprisingly, the corpses had a knife mark on both of their eyes, and their eyes were covered by a black cloth, apparently a group of blind men.

In the end, this bizarre death became an unsolved case.

Three months later.

In a hidden valley in the mountains, green mountains are hidden, and a waterfall is like a jade dragon hanging in the air, spraying into the river below.

There was a faint smell of medicine in the air, mixed with the sound of the young man's bitterness coming from afar.

I saw a young man squatting on a big rock by the river, staring at the old man not far away, with a bitter expression.

The old man sat leisurely by the river, reading with a book in his hand. The donkey played in the river downstream, and by the way, put the water in his belly.

The source of the medicinal fragrance is in the hands of the boy, to be precise, in the bowl in the boy's hand.

The old man was naturally the old man who rode the donkey that day, and the young man was also the young man who was wrapped in black cloth that day. If it weren't for the memories in my mind reminding me, what had happened before would have been like an illusion.

The boy did not know who the old man was, nor who he was, so he could only lie that he was an orphan in front of the old man, and the boy did not even know his age, and the old man told him that his bone age was only 12 years.

The boy didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but his body was intact when he woke up anyway. The old man said that his body had not fully recovered and that he needed to take medical supplements.

This supplement was made up for three months.

For the medicine supplement, there is nothing to reject for the teenager, mainly because the taste of the medicine boiled by the old man is very special.

Just by smelling the smell of the medicinal soup, you won't even notice that it's medicine, but that it's a thick soup made by a very skilled chef using a variety of top-notch spices. But if you want to eat it, the taste is indescribable. If you had to describe it in words, it would be one word: bitter! bitter to the extreme.

As for why the medicinal soup is so bitter, the boy can still drink it......

The main reason is that the effect of this medicinal soup is really magical, and the traces of the beating on the first day are completely lost on the second day.

"Xiaoyi, are you ready to be beaten?"

An Yi's face changed, and he poured the medicinal soup down with a frown at an extremely fast speed.

After a long period of exercise, An Yi has learned how to quickly pour the medicinal soup without hiccups.

Zeng Yiyi tried not to drink medicine, but the result was that he couldn't get out of bed the next day, and drank a few more bowls of medicinal soup boiled by the old man.

Now that I think about it, it's really a sad story!

Picking up the bamboo stick on the side, the old man got up and walked towards Anyi. An Yi looked at the bamboo stick in the old man's hand and couldn't help but shudder.

These days, it is this bamboo stick that is in close contact with his skin, making him want to die.

The old man's figure looked very thin, and An Yi couldn't understand how this thin body burst out with the power to knock himself away.

Every inch of comfortable skin will be bruised under the "care" of the old man, but the bones and internal organs have never been injured, and the force is controlled just right, just like an old blacksmith who has been playing iron for more than ten years, controlling the right amount of strength to hit the sharpness of his hand, without damaging any other parts.

An Yi finally decided to blame the old man's force value beyond his common sense on the fact that the world's force was generally too high, or else he couldn't explain that he could smash a head-sized rock with a single punch with his twelve-year-old body.

The moment he got close to Anyi, the old man had a little bamboo stick, and he was going to pick Anyi up and fly.

For three months, the old man's first movements were like this, without the slightest change.

An Yi's body had obviously remembered this pick, and quickly retreated to dodge.

The old man followed with a broken step, a stick on Anyi's armpit, and lightly picked it up, and Anyi once again enjoyed the pleasure of "driving the clouds". Then came the sound of a raindrop of percussions. Whenever a part of An Yi's body is about to land, the old man will kindly help him stabilize his body, and the bamboo stick in his hand is dancing impermeable around An Yi's body.

The old man waved a bamboo stick in one hand, and held the book in the other hand to read attentively. It's a pity that An Yi hasn't noticed this scene, otherwise he would have to reshape the three views.

However, it is obvious that dual-mindedness is not the limit of the old man, in addition to wielding a bamboo stick to beat comfort and reading, the old man's body is still slowly moving towards the small courtyard.

Bathed in the refreshing sunshine, the ears echoed with comfortable intermittent screams, and the old man's mood seemed particularly comfortable.

After a while, the old man had moved to the door of the wooden house in the small courtyard.

The door opened automatically, and a shadow of bamboo enveloped a twelve-year-old boy into it. The old man then followed, and the bamboo stick completed the last blow, and the strong wind formed flew to the bed and suddenly dissipated, just right to send comfort to the bed.

Directly opposite the doorway was a table full of bowls of medicinal soup, and the aroma was different from the previous one. But An Yi knew that the taste of this bowl of medicinal soup was exactly the same as the previous bowl.

The old man said that these two bowls of medicine were not one, and it was even more strange to be comfortable. Could the old man have any misconceptions about the taste?

The two bowls of medicine are completely different, and the fragrance emitted by them also has their own characteristics, but the taste is exactly the same, and in a sense, it is also the only one!