The little boy did not turn and run away, but took the little girl behind him and retreated towards the door of the morgue; Although the little girl trembled with fright, she did not scream, nor did she abandon the little boy, but clutched the back of his hospital gown tightly to guide him in the direction.

The young policeman was already dead, his throat was crushed by the little hand, and blood was spraying all over the ground, but the evil spirit had not "played enough" and did not intend to spare his body, and reached out and ripped off one of his arms.

Because of this, the little boy and the little girl were able to retreat to the door, but before they could open the door, the spirit, which was not much older than them, turned its head.

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped.

There was too late to open the door, and the little boy grabbed the little girl's clothes with his backhand and fell to the side, dodging a broken rib, and quickly crawled to the side.

The little girl was pushed behind the desk by the little boy, and although he knew that the desk was not defensive against the terrible little ghost, he continued to crawl backwards and grabbed the white porcelain basin on the ground.

The evil spirit walked by, blood dripping from its fingertips, and the little boy smashed the white porcelain basin out, but it had no effect, and the basin passed through the body of the evil spirit and smashed against the wall, falling to the ground, making a loud "dang long" sound.

"It's over, it's dead......" The little boy's limbs were weak, and he knew very well that this ghost, who was about to tear his body apart, would never give up because he was a child, but there was another thought that kept him moving: "At least let her escape." ”

He shrunk his head to dodge the blow of the fierce spirit, and crawled into the rubber curtain and came to the morgue.

The morgue was much larger than the office outside, with one wall completely covered by a huge freezer, at least four degrees cooler than the office, and a mortuary in the middle with a corpse on it, covered with a white cloth. Showing his feet, there were several old small-wheeled stretcher carts parked next to the other wall, and countless corpses were scattered on the ground.

As soon as he rushed through the door, the little boy felt a sudden sharp pain in his back, and the whole person flew up, passed over the corpse in the middle of the room, and fell on a pool of half-coagulated blood.

With a shudder, he hurriedly got up, and when he saw the fierce spirit following him into the morgue, he immediately felt a lot more relieved. "Come!" cried out. Come on! You have the ability to chase me! Run, get out! ”

The latter words were for the little girl, hoping that she would take the opportunity to run out of the morgue.

The evil spirit rushed in, and the little boy hurriedly hid behind the corpse table, endured the sharp pain in his back, and played hide and seek with the evil spirit around the table.

The evil spirit seemed to find it interesting, and did not flash, and chased after him around the corpse table.

If he is facing a human, the little boy can maneuver with each other until he is exhausted. See who gives up first, but after all, it is a fierce spirit, even if the track and field Olympic champion is allowed to go around, he has to be caught, and he doesn't circle a few times. The demon's hand was less than five centimeters away from the little boy.

There was a scratch on its back, bleeding, where it had just scratched.

"She should have run out already." The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, but did not feel hopeless. I even feel very relaxed.

For him, the little girl is the last beauty in the world, and he can let this beauty continue to stay in the world. He was satisfied.

"She's afraid of ghosts, and if I become a ghost, I can't go to her." The ghosts that the little boy has seen are all dumbfounded and seem to be unconscious, but he should be able to remember the last thoughts of his life, so he wants to make himself remember this thought: "Don't go to her, don't go to her, don't go to her, don't go to her......"

"Be a long one!" The white porcelain basin was thrown into the morgue, and the throwing technique was so bad that it fell directly to the ground, rolling and jumping to the little boy's feet.

The little boy jumped over the white porcelain basin, and the fierce spirit's eyes were attracted by the white flower, and he pressed down violently, pressing the white porcelain basin as wrinkled as paper, and the cracked porcelain enamel jumped up, making a subtle ding dong sound.

"What are you doing? Run! The little boy rushed to the little girl.

"Where are you going?" The little girl looked at the little boy stubbornly, she didn't even have a home.

"Run!" The little boy didn't have time to say anything, so he pulled the little girl back to the office and ran towards the door.

But the fierce spirit, who did not know when, was already blocking the door, and reached out and grabbed again, and scratched a few deep grooves in the little boy's arm.

"Ahh

The ferocious spirit was already close at hand, reaching out and grabbing his face.

"Ahh The little boy screamed again, crossing his hands in front of his face, this time he was very unwilling, because the little girl had nowhere to run.

Chains shot out of his arms and intertwined into a loose, white and black web that was scattered over the spirit, but the web was not under control and soon spread out and hung on the spirit.

When the little boy saw the chains, he shook slightly, and stopped screaming, thinking that the chains would entangle the spirit, but the hope was immediately dashed.

The ferocious spirit glanced down at the chains on his body, picked them up, easily pulled them off, and stretched out his hand to the little boy again.

The chains were like paper glued out of front of it.

The pale, fingernailless hand reached out, and the little boy turned his back to protect the little girl beside him.

But nothing happened.

He turned his head slowly.

The evil spirit was gone, and in front of him stood a woman about twenty years old, looking down at herself.

She was not tall, she should be only about one meter six, thin, her skin was slightly pale, and there was no emotion in her eyes, but it made people feel cold, colder than the refrigerator in the morgue.

"She's your sister?" The woman asked, her voice again without any emotion.

The little boy nodded.

"Are you willing to die for her?" The woman asked again.

The little boy nodded again.

"Are you willing to kill for her? people all over the world. The woman spoke a third time.

The little boy nodded a third time.

"Very good, you can call me Ah Jing." The woman nodded, seemingly satisfied, but her expression did not change.

"Gu ...... Gu Qi. The little boy got up from the ground and helped the little girl up again: "Her name is Xu Peirong." ”

"What about your parents?" Ah Jing doesn't care about the fact that the little boy has the same surname as the little girl.

"Dead." The little boy was in terrible pain, and blood was still running down his back and arms.

"Do you want to be my apprentice and become a prayer teacher?" She picked up the two torn chains and said, "But from now on, you will never be an ordinary person again." ”

"What about her?" The little boy asked, pointing to the little girl.

"She's your sister, why are you asking me? If you can't even take care of her, how can you protect her? Ah Jing contrasted the difference between the white chain and the black chain.

"Can you make her lose sight of those ghosts?" The little boy took the little girl's hand.

"If she's blind, she'll not see." Jing threw the two chains back to the ground.

The little boy glanced at the little girl and didn't know what to say.

"The most terrifying thing in the world is not ghosts, not evil spirits, but human hearts." Ah Jing turned around and walked towards the door of the morgue: "If you don't want to, I'll go." ”

"I'll be your apprentice, but you're going to give me money." The little boy exclaimed, "She wants to go to school." ”

Ah Jing turned around: "I don't have any money, but I can give you everything." ”

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"She was sand, a very humble person, I didn't know at the time, she was the most powerful prayer teacher in the world...... No, she wasn't a prayer guru anymore, she looked a little older than she was, but only ten years older than me. Gu Qi stood at the desk and said to Concubine Zhen.

Concubine Zhen seemed to understand, and looked at Ah Jing blankly.

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The knife fell, cutting off the pheasant's head, blood spurting out, and the little girl closed her eyes in fright.

"Do you think it's cruel?" Ah Jing looked at the little girl and asked lightly.

The little girl nodded.

"If you're a fish, do you want to be gilded, scaled, disemboweled, gutted, and sliced while you're alive, or do you want your killer to have your head cut off?" Ah Jing plucked the chicken feathers and threw them into the fire.

The little girl looked at her blankly, she was too young to answer the question.

Ah Jing continued: "Fish are usually alive when they are cooked, shellfish are usually put on fire when they are alive, the word cruel can only be used to describe humans, people are omnivores, predators with eyes facing forward, it is understandable to hunt other animals, but the way of taking meat and cooking is very cruel, peeling, lingchi, oil cooking, steaming, burning, burning, cannon...... Most of these tortures are conceived when dealing with food, and sometimes what seems cruel is actually a kind of mercy, and when killing animals, it is good to destroy the thalamus directly, or cut off their heads with a knife to minimize their suffering, and the same is true for killing. ”

She said and glanced at the little boy, who nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Look at everything objectively and try to think about it, it will only be good for you, not bad." Ah Jing disposed of the pheasant and skewered it on the fire with a branch: "I'm telling you this now, if anyone knows, they will definitely teach bad children, and people who say that kind of thing usually regret it when their children grow up and enter society." ”

"In this era, the responsibility of parents is not to tell their children how beautiful the world is, but to teach their children how cruel the world is, to hide and tuck the cruelty and gore of reality, just to build a greenhouse, the flowers in the greenhouse are very bright, but the final end is to be cut off for others to enjoy, even if they are not cut, move those flowers outside, their glass cores will not be able to withstand the wind and rain, they will only wither, wither, and die."

The little boy listened quietly, looking at the pheasant on the fire that was not flipped over, and did not know what he was thinking-

(To be continued......)

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