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Kid, does your mom know about you playing with human bones?

Of course they don't know, they still think that their son is reading and reading with the master, at least he can write his own name!

As a parent, who wants their children to pound the bones of dead people all day long, and the kind of human bones that are already rotting to the ground!

This thing sounds creepy enough, not to mention doing it every day, and you have to choose to kill people on those moonlit and starless nights, so scared!

However, our Xiao Hu likes to do such things, and he never gets tired of it, and he seems to be born with this mouthful, but he is still a little boy who is less than ten years old. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's a man, but it's just a little boy, and some of the man's things should be done in the future.

Although he knew that this schoolboy was very different from ordinary schoolchildren, he still felt a heartfelt shock when the old teacher saw that this little school student seemed to be able to caress the rotten human bones so skillfully and even obsessively without a teacher.

At the same time, it is also a kind of ecstasy that comes from the heart, and it is even more.

His teacher taught him like this, and he taught his students like this, and when his teacher taught him, he did not have the ease and ease of teaching his students, and even called it leisure.

I remember that when he was less than ten years old, he stroked the rotten human bones for the first time, peed his pants for the first time in fright, couldn't eat for the first time, and let the master kneel for a night for the first time.

"This student of mine is much better than me, so it's called Qing out of Lan and better than Lan."

He praised himself inwardly, and his eyes were more focused on the narrow, deep pit at his feet, where a little boy was squatting.

There, the little boy was using his dirty, little hands to rip off the last piece of dirt and pick up the last little piece of human bone into the coarse cloth pocket that was tied around his waist.

The coarse cloth pockets were bulging, filled with bones, thick and thin, black and white, human bones.

"Yixin, come up, call it a day!"

A warm shout overhead relieved the little boy at the bottom of the pit, and he gasped and struggled to climb up the wet and slippery dirt wall.

A pair of large hands reached over and grabbed the small hands.

He tilted his head and smiled flatteringly at him, a dirty little face, a pair of sparkling eyes, sweat dripping down his long eyelashes.

The faint morning light from the slightly pale sky sprinkled on the already gloomy mass grave, shrouding the land with an even more eerie ghostly atmosphere.

It was so quiet that there wasn't even a single insect chirping, even the saddest autumn insects were good.

"Rustling ......"

There was a sound of footsteps.

One old and one young, one tall and one short, can't see the outline of the face clearly, everything is so melancholy, like dreaming, dreaming, more like sleepwalking.

There was a low moan from the coarse cloth bag around his waist, and it was the bones that were crowded, pounding, scolding, human bones.

All this is not just gloomy, but weird.

All this, for such a pair of masters and apprentices, is accustomed to it, and it is a work and hobby, and it is also one of the most important contents of life.

In the distance, that little black dot is the direction and the coordinates.

From far to near, the little black dot grew bigger and bigger, and it became clearer and clearer that it was the thatched hut that had been built casually, like a gray hedgehog, lying there, motionless.

It's home.

Gently push the firewood, enter the house, let out a long breath, safe, this kind of thing can't be discovered by others, absolutely not, you know!

When you get home, you're safe.

"Whoa."

Xiao Hu untied the "" from his waist, fell to the ground like a stationery, and counted it carefully, this is his homework and homework to be completed every day.

Then, he took out an old wooden basin from a hidden corner, poured water into it, and found a bristle brush that was about to be worn bald, washed it carefully, and then dried it in the sun, making a large pile of "building blocks", a large pile of toys.

The difference is that there are absolutely no pavilions, flowers and trees, dogs or even kittens, but only one or half a human shelf, one or half a human hand, one or half a human leg, or even one or half human fingers or human toes.

"Master, do you think I'm right?"

Cautiously asked, there was a human leg bone and half a foot on the ground.

"Wrong, no, you put a woman's phalanges on a man's feet."

Teach it seriously, it is just a very small, very small mistake, almost negligible.

"Master, how do you see that?"

There was a lot of curiosity in the questioning.

"If you take a closer look, is that leg phalange slightly smaller than the other phalanges, and the main thing is ......"

"Ah, master, I see, you see that little phalange bone has a shallow depression, isn't it ......?"

"By the way, that's because she wore a toe ring before she died."

Obviously, the teacher is quite satisfied with the student's performance.

He frowned, and once again carefully looked at the little thing in front of him, and a wave of fear and remorse inexplicably surged up in his heart, would such a child become his most powerful enemy and opponent in the future? Is it right or wrong to choose such a child?

It doesn't matter so much!

"Go ahead, record everything you picked up today for me, classify and put it away, you can't be a little sloppy, be careful of your lunch!"

His tone was invisibly aggravated.

"It's so easy, if only I could kill a living person at any time! I want to see ......."

Whispered answer.

"What are you talking about!"

The student had barely said something in a low voice when the teacher became furious, and he stopped it loudly, feeling the urge to choke the thin little neck.

"Don't you know the truth that evil comes from the mouth? How many times has the teacher told you that your success or failure depends on your mouth, it can make you live, it can make you die, it can make you rich, and it can make you a poor egg! The key is that you have to remember, don't talk about it, you have to keep it in your mouth! Look at the world, there are duplicitous hypocritical villains everywhere, successful people everywhere, and ...... everywhere."

Speaking of this, Mr. Li Shantong stubbornly intercepted the surging anger from the bottom of his heart, and he saw a pair of tearful eyes, full of grievances, full of fear, full of doubts, and full of flattery.

"Why do you want to kill?"

"I, I, I just want to see."

Obviously, this is just a simple idea of a child, who has always come and gone at will, never responsible, and has not yet reached the age of eighteen.

"Do you think killing someone will solve anything? What use is a dead man to you? It's useless. ”

"Why?"

"No, why, when you grow up, you will understand, the most important thing to remember now is not to talk nonsense, what is in your heart, don't you have to say it, remember?"

"Master, I remember."

"Just remember, go wash your hands and eat."

Looking at this thin and small figure, Li Shantong's heart suddenly felt a little warmer, is it too inhumane to let such a child do such a thing? He even wanted to send him back to his home so that he could spend the time he deserved to be with his parents and children, not like he was now!

"Alas, child, this is your life, and it is my life, so let's all believe in fate."

Li Shantong let out a long sigh in his heart.

The kid was gulping down food that wasn't very palatable, and he was still a kid after all.

The moon is up, and the sesame oil lamp is up.

Two silhouettes are reflected on the mullioned window, making the originally silent world even quieter, one large and one small.

It was the time of the evening class, and there were two people sitting on the two thick futons, one big and one small, with their hearts facing the sky, meditating with their eyes closed, and it was best to travel outside the world.

"Yi Xin, do you know why I let you do those things every day?"

Li Shantong closed his eyes slightly, as if he was talking to himself.

"I don't know."

Yelu Yixin opened his eyes, the light was quite dazzling, and he squinted slightly.

"I'm teaching you how to read people!"

"Huh?"

Obviously, the kid didn't know much about it.