It was evening, and it was supposed that there should be smoke rising in the mountain village, but he looked from the hillside where he was standing, but he did not see a wisp of cooking smoke in the mountain village.

Not only that, but not even the sound of chickens and dogs barking was heard.

It's weird.

Chen Lian pursed his lips, his current state is still very bad, after all, he has no internal strength, just an ordinary person.

He hadn't eaten or drunk for two days and two nights, and his body was only ten years old.

If he continues like this, he will most likely starve to death or die of thirst.

Of course, if you continue to stay in the mountains and forests at night, it is more likely that you will be eaten by tigers and wolves.

So, even though he knew that the situation in the mountain village was wrong, Chen Lian still decided to go there.

His body muscles and veins have just been on the street, and his walking posture is very strange, his feet are outward, and his hands are turning backwards in a strange posture, ugly and slow.

So by the time we arrived at the forest, it was already completely dark.

When he looked up, he found that there was a blood-red moon rising in the sky, and the blood-red color felt very ominous when he saw it.

Sure enough, after Chen Lian entered the village, he found that there was no living mouth in the whole village, and the original nose seemed to be very sensitive, so that the smell of blood was all in the nose.

He held back his physiological nausea and continued to walk towards the village.

On a towering tree in the village, there were several corpses of undressed men, Chen Lian walked over, looked at them carefully for a while, and found that these corpses had only been dead for a long time, probably in the early hours of the day.

He didn't care anymore, with his current state, there was no way to even let them settle in the ground.

He kept walking inside, and the corpses of chickens and dogs were mixed along the way, which made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

Judging from the deaths of these people, there is definitely more than one murderer!

It's an organization, premeditated, or just a matter of course.

Chen Lian didn't have such a thing as sympathy, but he also had physical discomfort because of it.

Humans are also animals, and the biggest difference between them and lower animals is that they need to have a bottom line.

Once you lose the bottom line, even the beast is not as good.

He walked to the largest room in the village, which he had noticed when he was up the hillside.

After entering, the bodies of a family of twelve people of three generations were found in the courtyard.

Chen Lian didn't care, entered the lobby, and found the breakfast on the table that had not been eaten - a few white flour steamed buns, a pot of egg and vegetable soup, and a few bowls of porridge, roasted cakes, and wild vegetables made with chili peppers and other seasonings, in addition to a small dish of salted meat.

Chen Lian drank the soup directly with a spoon, grabbed the white flour steamed buns and ate them, although the taste of the food was still quite rough, but it was much better than expected.

He ate his first meal after coming to this world in the bloody courtyard.

For a person like him who loves appetite, the taste is indeed not very good, but because of the long-term drought and sweet rain, it tastes good.

When he had eaten his fill, he turned his head to look into the courtyard and saw a little boy with big watery eyes, neatly dressed, and wearing a tiger-headed hat looking at him.

The little boy was not afraid when he found his gaze, but walked to a middle-aged woman in the courtyard and lay down, as if he wanted to sleep directly.

Chen Lian looked at the white flour steamed buns that were still left on the table, took one of them, walked over and squatted down, and handed it to the child: "Eat." ”

His throat was a little dry, and it didn't sound good.

The little boy sat up, his eyes staring at Chen Lian for a while, before taking the steamed bun in his hand and nibbling on it.

Strangely, he ate very slowly, nibbling in small bites, indescribably precious.

Seeing this, Chen Lian raised his eyebrows, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end, he didn't guess much.

"What's your name? What's going on here? ”

The little boy stopped eating, raised his head and looked at Chen Lian, still looking like he didn't cry or make trouble, but he didn't say a word.

Chen Lian directly moved his hand, opened his mouth, and carefully checked his vocal cords, this child did not speak the whole time, and he was so well-behaved that it was distressing, of course, Chen Lian was not an ordinary person.

"No problem, why don't you speak? Is it that you can't speak, or that you don't want to speak? ”

When the child heard this, he opened his mouth: "I, called, Huzi." ”

Four words, the two words Huzi are more connected.

Chen Lian nodded, went to pack the edible dry food on the table, and looked at the child, thinking about whether to take this person away.

He is a ten-year-old half-crippled child, with a three-year-old child who is born smart, and he is afraid that he is very likely to be targeted by a kidnapper.

He stretched out his hand and handed it to Huzi: "Do you want to come with me?" ”

Huzi blinked, and obediently put his hand into Chen Lian's hand, Chen Lian's little hand was rough and thin, but Huzi's little hand was white and chubby.

He took a closer look, and there were two little boys about the same age as Huzi who died in this house, and they were too different from Huzi's pampered appearance.

This shows that the family attaches great importance to Huzi.

In the end, Huzi survived alone, which seems to show that their whole family values him very much.

Chen Lian was just about to pull Huzi out, but suddenly stopped, because there was movement outside, accompanied by sound.

At this time, Huzi dragged Chen Lian into the kitchen, and then hid in the stove hole, and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Lian thought about it, and didn't get into it immediately, but listened to the sound outside in the kitchen.

"Those girls are really intolerant of grass (a plant), and they died so quickly."

"Grass tolerance may not be grass by you."

"The boss is really, we have to take a look again, it's been a day, how can there be a living."

"You have to be careful, and you would rather kill by mistake than let go."

"The boss said that he would have to burn down all of this village later, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of Liuguang Villa."

Liuguang Villa, this familiar name, I heard it from Liu Ying'er, who killed the poisonous woman.

"What are you afraid of, when they came, we were already gone."

They checked very cursory and quickly left.

Chen Lian came out of the kitchen, and Huzi followed.

Chen Lian said to Huzi: "Do you know what path you can leave the village?" ”

Huzi blinked twice, and finally really took Chen Lian to a small path.

The child was weak, Chen Lian estimated that they had been walking for about a quarter of an hour, and Huzi sat on the ground with a 、、、, which meant that he couldn't walk.

Before Chen Lian could speak, he felt movement behind him.

The fire in the sky, like a fire dragon, engulfed the silent mountain villa, and reflected the mountains and forests on both sides as bright as day.

Chen Lian looked at it for a while, and then heard a sobbing sound.

When he turned his head to look, he found that Huzi's clear eyes were constantly crying, and a tear like a drop of water fell down his white face.

Even if he cried, he was very quiet, as if he was following someone's words, and did not dare to make the slightest sound.