The clay figure in the middle looked at Xue Jin and let out a muddy muffled laugh, "I don't see it, you're quite powerful." ”

Xue Jin replied, "The king has won the prize." These are just minions. ”

Xiao Hei was very dissatisfied and said, "What's the big deal about just catching a few people? ”

After a short silence, the mud man Xue Jin's eyes flashed with clarity and sharpness for a moment, and soon returned to a turbid and empty state.

"Okay, it's better than that. "But it doesn't seem like we're up to us." The king hasn't spoken yet, you're a broken child, are you qualified to say this?"

Xiao Hei listened, and hurriedly knelt beside the feet of half of the clay man on his face, "The king forgives his sins." I don't dare anymore. ”

The Clay King laughed, "I just like your murderous hands." Haha, the more murderous the better! Let's go, let's continue to sweep through here. I'm going to leave this place without grass and turn it into a wilderness!

With the order of the clay king, the dark clouds continued to move. Out of the dark clouds, many clay figurines of different shapes came out, walking and running on the ground, turning into ruins everywhere they went, and the flowers and plants touched by the clay figurines suddenly withered, and the branches and leaves of the trees fell, withered and collapsed.

"Hahahaha, this world will soon be ours!" laughed the clay king, "Soon the world will be shrouded in decay and darkness, and everything will be reduced to death." Death is the destination of all people!"

"The king is mighty, the king is mighty!" the mud people raised their arms and kept cheering and shouting! As they moved forward, they eroded more and more creatures, hares and wild boars, all of which were covered and devoured by the mud, and became mud rabbits and mud pigs, and joined the mud army.

And all this was seen by the old man standing by the door next to the thatched hut, he opened his shriveled mouth, and his face twitched painfully, "My good grandson ......"

His dry eyes were always focused on the dog, and at this time the dog also turned into a clay figure. I saw the dog grab a man and paste the man's entire head with mud, the man's eyes, nostrils and mouth were full of mud, and he was pinching his neck and moaning in pain, "Spare my life, I don't want to die." The man said vaguely. The dog sneered, and slapped mud on the man's face, and the man threw his hands on the ground with a flutter of his hands.

"My good grandson ......," the old man's dry eyes flowed bitter tears. He let out a long sigh, and finally turned into the house on crutches.

In the distance, the encroachment was still going on, and the clouds were getting bigger and thicker, almost covering the sky. The land was dark, and people were running in panic.

Dark clouds came over a courtyard. There was no one in the open space in the middle of the courtyard, and all the people went into their own houses, and they hid in the houses, blocking the doors and windows with tables and chairs, and blocking all the gaps with strips of cloth and quilts, so as not to let the mud intrude. They had hoes, sickles, and the like in their hands, and listened vigilantly to what was going on outside. Some children opened their mouths and cried because they were afraid, and they were immediately tightly covered by adults, and they didn't have any sound during the day, just stared at their big frightened eyes, and tears fell big drops.

"I'm here. Out of the dark clouds, the clay man crawled out like a nocturnal beast. His whole body was covered in mud, and he had only one pair of eyes, which seemed to be awake and groggy to look at the courtyard below. His mouth made a sound that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, "Haha, I didn't expect to come here." ”

A few clay figures in the dark clouds began to rush down, and all of them were resisted by the children. He knocked the clay figures to the ground, turning them into puddles of mud that he couldn't get up from.

"What are you doing?" the clay figurines scolded, slumping on the ground. They lifted their muddy heads and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, "My lord, this child is obstructing our great cause!"

The clay man raised his arm and pointed at the child, "What do you want to do, you hairy child?"

The child lay on the ground and looked up respectfully, "King, here, leave it all to me." I'm going to kill them all by myself. A smile bordered on cruelty on his face. The smile was full of revenge and anger, as if it had been suppressed for a long, long time and suddenly released. This smile is not at all like the smile that a four- or five-year-old child should have.

"Well, I'll leave it to you. The clay man gestured, "No one else is allowed to interfere." ”

In the dark clouds, many clay figures were about to move, and after receiving the king's instructions, they all obediently retreated into the dark clouds, staring down. This dark cloud turned into a cloud of countless eyes, and those eyes were wide open, and they were all looking down, looking terrifying.

The clay figure got the king's permission and walked to the courtyard satisfied. He dragged his muddy body and smeared mud after sludge on the ground. The mud corroded the ground and emitted a strong rancid stench.

"I'm back. The child said, with a twisted smile on his lips, "Why, I am not welcome to everyone?"

He walked to a door, raised his mud hand and knocked, "Uncle Zhang, open the door, let me go in and sit down." ”

A confused voice came from the room, "Are you a dog?"

"Isn't that me?" said the child, "I am a dog, open the door and let me in." ”

The child was picked up by the people in the yard, because he didn't know his background, and he was surrounded by several vicious dogs when he picked him up, and he was not only not afraid, but he also stood crookedly, clenching his fists and waving at the vicious dogs of those days, so the people in the yard named him Gouzi.

That's right, it's that casual.

It's nothing, the point is that after these people picked him up, they almost kept him like a dog, and no one cared if he was hungry or cold, so they just threw him in the vacant utility room so casually, and just threw him something to eat when they remembered, so that he would not starve to death.

Sometimes no one remembered that he could go hungry for days on end. He was a child, and many times he smelled the smell of rice wafting from the room in the courtyard, and he couldn't help but run, holding the broken bowl and stretching out his hand to people with a smile.

At such times, he is usually scolded loudly, others will scold him for not knowing how high or low, and even take off his shoes and beat him back into the small utility room.

He didn't give up, got out of the utility room, and ran to the door of another house. But the ending was the same, he was driven back to the utility room, and of course, he was inevitably beaten and kicked again.

He squatted at the door of the utility room, holding a broken bowl in his hand, smelling the aroma of rice outside, and his saliva was rippling.

The scolding of the people in the yard came, "I wouldn't have picked him up if I knew about it." This kind of dirty and ungrateful child deserves to die in the wilderness. ”

It turns out that in the eyes of others, he is such an existence.