On the fifth day of Eleven's disappearance, there was local chaos in the gathering area. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info One after another, families have lost their young children, but many more people are living a "good" life with a bowl of soup a day.

There were bursts of meat in the air, and Lao Shi swallowed his saliva, with a look of longing: "Eighth sister, don't you say we are fleeing?" Why do you eat meat every day? If my mother knew that we had meat to eat every day, wouldn't she leave? The eighth couldn't help but sigh, if my mother knew, I would like to take us all away! Lao Shi was still ignorant, but Thirteen Niang secretly thought in her heart: Zhang Laohan didn't take back the broth the day before yesterday, and there was a certain reason for it. She quietly tugged at the sleeve of the eighth child's coat and said coquettishly: "Can the eighth sister take me out for a walk?" Although the eighth child was puzzled, he still picked her up. Lao Shi also wanted to go with him, but Lao Shi said: "Xiao Shi, you stay and watch, don't let people take the bowl away." Lao Shi flattened his mouth and still sat in the corner.

The eighth child hugged Thirteen Niang and walked half a circle in the camp, panting. As soon as he didn't pay attention, he stepped on something under his feet, and both of them fell to the ground, Thirteen Niang reached out and touched the thing under him, and threw it behind him quietly. But I saw that the old eight looked in a trance. She looked back and saw a pile of bones behind her. Neither of them spoke, but sat blankly on the ground. The eighth child suddenly shed tears, and she choked up a little and said, "I'm afraid I can't recognize which one is eleven." Thirteen Niang stretched out her hand to wipe her tears: "In four days, it should be the first seven of the eleventh sister, when you bring me over again, let's accompany the eleventh sister to have a good talk." The eighth child looked up at her, looked at her, nodded fiercely, and wiped away his tears.

It's just that Thirteen Niang didn't wait for that day.

The eighth child returned to the corner with Thirteen in his arms, but the camp was very chaotic at this time. A woman's scream came along with the gossip of the crowd, and the old eleven leaned into them with a frightened face: "You know what? The crazy woman next to me lost it. Thirteen Niang looked at the crazy woman surrounded by the crowd, but her eyes suddenly flashed to the gentle smile she had when she held the child that day. The crazy woman's narration is not in a formal way, and everyone is just pointing fingers as if they were watching a joke. For some reason, the eighth sat alone on the side, as if nothing was happening around him.

The night seems to be a curtain that hides everything, but behind everything in the dark, there are countless sounds that reveal all kinds of reluctance. When the child's terrible scream came from the dark night, Thirteen Niang felt the eighth child's body tremble suddenly. She squeezed Lao Ba's hand to show comfort, and a whisper came from her ear: "Little Thirteen, yes, Dad." Thirteen Niang seemed to have a bucket of cold water soaked her heart in an instant, and her hands couldn't help but stiffen a little. The eighth trembled and hugged her into his arms: "It's Daddy, I saw Daddy watching around the crazy woman's child yesterday."

At this point, Thirteen still had to comfort the eighth: "Ah, sister, don't think nonsense, or Daddy just likes that child, Daddy misses his younger brother." The eighth seemed to get some kind of comfort from her words, gently hugged her, and fell asleep after a while.

Thirteen listened to the news of the wind all day after that, until the next day, when the sound of the wind in the night was also dull, like an unpleasant knife cutting on the flesh, and like grease falling into the fire.

But the weather was even drier, and the creek outside the gathering place had dried up. What Zhang Laohan got back was no longer broth. The hard jerky seemed to be a kind of announcement, but Thirteen Niang could already swallow it without changing her face.

The two shiny men came to Zhang Laohan again, and the old man resignedly talked to them. From time to time, there is a sentence that is not fresh in the words. One of the men suddenly shouted, "How long do you want to drag it out?" Zhang Laohan had to keep nodding his head. Another man patted the angry man on the shoulder: "Hurry, hurry, don't delay." I came up with a new method yesterday and am waiting for the ingredients to come to the pot. Zhang Laohan could only smile, trying to get in front of their searching gaze.

It's really a beast, Thirteen Niang scolded in her heart. If you want to fight with the Liao State back then, running out of ammunition and food is nothing more than eating horse meat. Although cannibalism is a last resort for the weak to make a living, and soldiers shed tears when eating horse meat, these people regard the consumption of human flesh as a kind of enjoyment, which is really against human ethics.

Zhang Laohan peeked at Thirteen Niang with his eyes all night, and only gave her a small piece of dried meat the size of a fingernail at dinner. Thirteen Niang secretly stuffed the small piece of meat into her pocket, her face was not obvious, but her heart was extremely desolate. She refused to sleep with the eighth child that night. When Zhang Laohan groped for her side while the night was getting darker, she had opened her eyes that were deeper than the night. Thirteen was held by him, but Zhang Laohan was looked at by her for a while. He explained inexplicably: "Daddy has no choice, it's all about survival." For the sake of your two sisters, Daddy can only do without you. Thirteen Niang was quiet and didn't speak, Zhang Laohan covered her eyes, and walked fast in the night.

In the early morning, with the sound of boiling water, some people complained loudly: "Wang Ergou, you don't want to die, how can you take so much water scourge!" Then Wang Ergou replied: "What's the noise! If you have the ability, don't eat it for a while! Then there was the coaxing of the crowd: "No, Zhu Biao, you don't eat the scourge water!" Zhu Biao replied loudly: "Lao Tzu's recipe, no one who doesn't eat Lao Tzu can't stop eating!" The sound of lively water sounded, accompanied by the laughter of the people. Someone shouted, "The water is boiling, it's time to cook!" A big man lifted the curtain and said to the outside with a smile: "Wait until I pick which one is the most tender!"

The terrible screams were more heartbreaking than the other, and Thirteen Niang listened to it in her eyes, but her hands kept crawling forward. She had roughly guessed that there must be a buffer time between the time a child was handed over and when it was eaten. Eleven is three days, and the madwoman's child has only one day and one night, and when she comes to her, I'm afraid there is only half a day left. Thirteen Niang, oh, no, she should be called Jiang Bai, thumped her unconscious leg hard, and quietly crawled to the edge of the cloth tent used to hold the "materials". She has a breath in her heart, and she is determined to find the truth. She has already died in Jinling, but why did she steal some years from the thirteen mothers of the Zhang family? From the age of three to the age of six, she has been thinking about it for the past three years, but she has not received the answer she wants in her heart. It's just that she has never given up easily, she always has the tenacity to never let go, God asked her to entrust Zhang Sanniang's body, and there must be a mission to be given to her. Even if this Thirteen Niang is a crippled body with paralyzed legs, she must not grieve her death for no reason. It is a coward's behavior to sit back and wait to die, and she Jiang Bai has never been a coward.

With his legs dragging on the ground, Jiang Bai quietly slipped out from behind the cloth tent.

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The sound of lively water sounded, accompanied by the laughter of the people. Someone shouted, "The water is boiling, it's time to cook!" A big man lifted the curtain and said to the outside with a smile: "Wait until I pick which one is the most tender!"

The big man's eyes searched around the tent, and he picked up Thirteen Niang: "It's you!"

The terrible screams were more heartbreaking than the other, and Zhang Laohan wiped a handful of tears in the wind.

Zhang Shisanniang, the whole book is over.