"How many children have you given away?"

"Send them away, and they'll be fifty!"

"So much?"

Ganso couldn't imagine what it would be like for fifty children to come together.

"Hmm!"

"I'm suddenly curious, how did you get them out?"

Qian Ling's tone of voice was like facing an old friend, not arrogant or impatient, nor did he have any bad intentions, just wanted to know the answer.

"They just called you Uncle Myoya?"

Ganso noticed something that Poor Ling hadn't noticed.

"How can I send them to an orphanage without a pseudonym?"

He seemed to be laughing at himself, and he seemed to be laughing at Qian Ling and Ganso.

"If you want to take my head, do it, see if you have the ability?"

Ganso and Poor Ling got up almost at the same time, Ganso with the hilt of the knife in his left hand and his right hand in his trouser pocket. Qian Ling propped his arm on the table, and stretched out a hand with a complicated gaze.

"Truth be told, I used to be an orphan too. ”

He chuckled.

"You should know, I'm from the Red Shield Mercenary Regiment?"

"Yes. ”

"After sending the three of them to the orphanage, let's hide them quickly, there are many people who want to kill you, it's not that there are no strong people. ”

"Lao Tzu knows. ”

He kept "Lao Tzu" on his lips, and before he knew it, it became a mantra.

"If you don't kill me, aren't you afraid that your head will blame you?"

Laughing, Qian Ling said:

"Even if our head comes, he won't do anything to you. ”

"When you say that, I'm a little curious about what kind of person he is. ”

"Good guys!"

Poor Ling and Ganso prepare to leave.

"A good guy who doesn't like you!"

"Then when do I have to visit!"

"It's not possible anytime soon. ”

In the eyes behind his mask, Fire Earth watched them leave.

"What interesting people. ”

He was wearing a hooded garment all the time, and Prajna hid in the dark.

"Uncle Miao!"

"What's wrong, little ghost?"

"Are we going to the orphanage tomorrow?"

"Yes!"

Sitting in front of the faint lamp, there was a small light in the eyes of the fire and earth.

"We don't want to go, we'll never see you again. ”

The little girl wanted to cry, but the fire and earth looked at them, and the three children were not scared by the Prajna mask. When they were hungry and cold, it was Uncle Myokya who saved them. The dark night was chilling, and Huo Tu looked at the three children with tears in their eyes, who did not yet know that they were leaving tomorrow.

In the light, their tear-glistening eyes were as radiant as orbs.

The three children wanted to come and hug him, but Huotu said with a little sternness:

"What did I say?"

The boy at the head was a little bolder, and he trembled and said:

"You said I wanted to listen to you. ”

"What about you, are you still listening to me?"

"Listen!"

After eating the roast chicken, a snot dragged down from the oily mouth, and the three children sobbed, and Huo Tu said:

"Go back to sleep, obedient!"

"Hmm...... Uh-huh!"

When they turned around, Huo Tu stood alone on the eaves. The fire and earth of his own mask have been talking to himself, and it seems that he never needs to rest.

"There are still three years to go. ”

The voice of the fire and earth suddenly changed from a male voice to a female voice, and the hoarse voice was like a female ghost, she opened it easily, and the thin faces below could not distinguish between men and women, but they were very old. Her eyes were bloodshot, and the bones were clearly visible beneath her withered face. A black spell was tattooed on his forehead.

"Life is so short!"

Go back three years in the blink of an eye!

"Huotu, there is a famine now, nothing has grown in your field, everyone is short of food, and you still want to eat us?"

"That's it, I don't know which man I was born with, get out!"

"Get out!"

"Find your own man. ”

There are only ten families in the small village in the countryside, and everyone sees her as a woman, thin and ugly, who will help her? When the last bit of food in the family is eaten, when the wild vegetables on the mountain are dug up, at this moment, she lies helplessly on the ground and cries!

She was not originally from this mountain village, there was a famine in their hometown, and they died without waiting for outside support, and his husband gave her and her children the last food in order to keep her alive, and they walked out of the mountains, and they ate everything that was not poisonous all the way.

When you enter the city, it's beautiful!

The scruffy and ragged woman stood by the side of the road with her child, her long dirty hair sticking together and dry like weeds on the grave.

There were luxurious houses everywhere, and the smell of food wafted in the air, and they looked towards the bun shop on the side of the road, only to be chased away by the clerk.

"What are you looking at? If you have any leftover buns in the evening, I'll give you them." ”

The woman nodded again and again, nodding her head as if thanking the clerk who was often bullied by the store manager.

They sat at the intersection, and the joy of their arrival was swept away, and she thought that it would be good to flee to a place, and she always thought that she would live by walking out of the mountains, out of that place of famine. In fact, she was wrong! She escaped the famine and the money shortage, and the most important thing in the big city is people.

It is crowded with people, the poor sweat like rain in order to survive, and the rich people dictate and seem to have become a habit. Good people will help the poor, but they can only help for a while, but not for a lifetime. They will also be annoyed, and when they are bored, the poor will return to the way they were before.

It is said that the poor are poor for a reason, indeed! Like the fire and earth now, this woman is ugly and dirty, without any background behind her, and her whole body exudes the smell of dead rats. She was sitting on the side of the street with her own children, someone gave them money, she felt so ashamed, she felt that she had been wronged, she was not*, but she used to be able to grow her own food to eat, but now it depends on people's moods.

"Mom, I'm so hungry!"

The child was crying, she couldn't even give up the last shred of dignity! She was so hungry that she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten well, and she couldn't remember what it was. All the ways of the poor to become rich can only succeed on the premise of having enough to eat, she has nothing, and the change given by others is only enough to buy a bun.

She took her children around begging, dignity, dignity in the face of death, dignity is just a joke. If she wants to live, she can not live, but what about her own children?

After begging for money for a long time, sometimes with good luck, you can solve tomorrow's three meals on the premise of having enough to eat today, but sometimes you have to be hungry for days in a row.

Government officers and soldiers were kind-hearted, and although there were no special institutions, they still rented houses for them. The woman was looking for a job everywhere, she borrowed money to buy the cheapest clothes, and the clothes in the trash can that others didn't want could be sewn and mended, and she ran for a day, and after several days, she found that she couldn't find a job. What will she do?

She has no education, no appearance, only a tall figure, but she doesn't even have the most basic identity card, how can she be appointed by others?

With the help of a kind person, she worked for a while and was able to earn some money to feed her children. During the holidays, all the children played with firecrackers in the yard, but her children were wrapped in rotten cotton wool and lay at the window waiting for their mother to come home for dinner. That year, her children were only eight years old, and after half a year of work, they were finally able to eat!

But what about the rent? The government officers and soldiers helped her pay for half a year, and then she had to pay for it herself.

She gave the government soldier a watch and a few flowers, she knew that the government soldier's salary was very low, and his wife complained about him every day. With the only few thousand dollars she had, she left here, after all, she couldn't keep causing trouble to others, and she couldn't bear it!

When they leave the bustling city, the high-rise buildings will not remember her.

The farther away from the city, the more money is worth, and she went into the mountains again, where there were only a dozen or so households. She used her own money to buy a small house and a hoe.

For farmers, nothing is more reassuring than a hoe and soil. In her first year, she planted a bumper harvest of rice, corn, potatoes and sweet potatoes, the most productive crops in the world.

When the house was filled with food, the woman felt that it was worth it to be tired to the point of deformation of her spine, but the next year, the income from food slowly declined. But she was happy to have children to help her. In the third year, there was another famine!

"Big brother, please, give me something to eat! Please, I'll help you work, I'll do any job, please, big brother!"

"Sister, it's not my brother, I said, it's okay if you're a man, what kind of work can you do as a skinny woman? Let's go, let's go, there's a famine, who has more food?"

If only it were a man......

A word made her collapse on the ground, dragging her tired body home, and his child lay on the bed and fell asleep permanently, with wild herbs he had found from the mountains on the table.

He thought about sleeping for a while, and when his mother came back, he would cook and eat wild vegetables, but as soon as he slept, he couldn't wake up again. The emaciated woman began to cry, and he sat on the ground and wept bitterly, his throat was hoarse, and his eyes were swollen from crying. Carrying her child to the back mountain, she didn't even have money for the coffin, and she sat in the cemetery, and she also slept.

When she woke up, the child had been sleeping in the cemetery, but she came back to life.

She had a black spell on her forehead, and she felt like she had no heartbeat, her body was cold, and she didn't have any temperature at all. The ghosts around her, shouting her name, hurried into her body, and she became what she is. A person always needs some pillars to live, and she puts on a ghostly mask, not wanting to let her children starve to death anymore.

"Ganso......"

The fire earth sitting on the eaves called the name, and he could feel a breath, the breath of a dying man.

He looked at the rising sun, he was a lonely ranger, and Huo Tu finally became a man as he wished, but he always felt a little uncomfortable.

The body flickered, and the fire turned into a purple wraith that appeared in Ganso's cabin.

"I've got something to do with you. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I'm going to help you engrave a spell. ”

"I already have a spell on my body, doesn't it mean that a person can only engrave one incantation?"

"Yes, but the spell I inscribed to you is something special, it's an ancient spell. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Don't ask, it's only going to do you good! You may not understand now, but you will understand later. ”

Seeing that Ganso was still a little hesitant, Huotu said it all.

“......”