And beside the hut, the terrifying little children are armed with all kinds of horrific or ridiculous weapons, ready to embed them into the bones and joints of Autumn Birch, and no one can explain why they do this, they just want to torture Autumn Birch to death in front of them.

The pale blue light in Qiu Hua's eyes gradually brightened, shining in the winter dawn, and the child with a baseball bat raised the bat, ready to strike Qiu Hua on the head for a third time.

The stick whistled, only a millimeter away from the scalp, and at the last moment, Qiu Hua suddenly turned over, dodged the final blow with his head, and then grabbed the kitchen knife that had just fallen to the ground and got up.

"I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to kill everyone who stands in my way!" Qiu Hua's inner voice began to shout, awakening the other side of Qiu Hua.

The blade slashed into the flesh of the shoulder, making a sticky sound, and the blood flowed down the blade, dripping on the yellowed grass, staining the blades of grass and the ground red, and the little boy's expression was exactly the same as the boy who had just taken the kitchen knife, twisted and deformed, his whole body convulsed, and finally fell to his knees, his eyes staring at Qiu Hua deadly, his brows furrowed. Qiu Hua raised her hand and pulled out the kitchen knife, and the blood on the boy's shoulder splattered, half of which splashed on Qiu Hua's face, mixed with the blood left on her head, and her eyes swelled with a light blue tide. At the moment when Qiu Hua drew the knife, the little boy couldn't kneel and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the children who were watching from the side suddenly swarmed up, flocking to the dying little boy, all kinds of knives, sticks, hammers and even awls and needles were frantically attacking the little boy, and then several little girls holding embroidery needles thought that the needle was not smooth enough, so they threw it on the ground, rode directly on the little boy's body, and began to break the little boy's arms and legs, and at the same time the others who rushed up set the attack position at the joints connected to the body...... In a moment, the little boy was divided by five horses, several people were holding the little boy's arm and gnawing, his belly was dissected, the intestines and other organs inside were all ripped out, and they were thrown on the yellow grass, and several other people were throwing the little boy's head, and blood was splashing around along the severed neck......

Where is this? Is it hell?

Yes, this is hell, but he also has a prefix called earth.

"Ahh Qiu Hua used a childish shout, waving a kitchen knife and rushing into the crowd to kill all directions, many children were still immersed in the cheers just now, and they didn't realize that there was a little girl who had gone crazy to kill them, in fact, everyone here is crazy, if you want to live, you have to exterminate humanity more than a madman, in order to become stronger, in order to be able to meet your parents, parents and sister again, Qiu Hua has to be ready to put everything out of the way at a young age, cut off all the people who stand in the way.

The kitchen knife slashed through the child's tender skin, and clean blood erupted from the veins, spilling into the earth and reaching into the soil, and the original yellow hay had turned into a red carpet, and the smell of blood was permeated between the heavens and the earth......

Finally, the sun rises in the east, and the sun finally illuminates this piece that has just been filled

In the eerie little place, Qiu Hua held a hammer in his left hand and a machete in his right hand, standing surrounded by flesh and mud poured on the stall, his bloody face and the blood-stained princess skirt and small suit, receiving the sun's rays.

"The experiment is over, move on to the next stage." The owl watched the scene with a telescope, then dropped the words at the men in black and turned away.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The man in black replied.

The owl took out a military kettle and took a sip of water, and pursed his lips, which were cold and dry.

"Ah...... How long has it been since you drank water like that, Xiao Yao? The owl looked up into the harsh sunlight.

On the other side, Qiu Hua had just killed all the children, standing alone in the wind, very cold and hard.

If I could have had a good talk to these people and don't use the knife, would I still have a companion willing to accompany me? But now they're all dead, and I've killed them, so lonely......

Qiu Hua thought to herself, not paying attention at all, and the owl came silently from the side.

"Xiao Qiuhua, your eyes are full of fragility." Owl said.

Huh? Xiao Qiuhua? Isn't my name Mo Qiuhua? Oh yes, it's the new name he gave me.

"Uncle, I'm so tired, I'm so sleepy......" Qiu Hua said unconsciously, indeed, Qiu Hua didn't sleep well all night, and he had just experienced such a terrible thing, so he really should have a good rest.

"It's okay, go to sleep, it's okay when you fall asleep, you wake up and you're still that quiet little girl." The owl gently touched Qiu Hua's frozen face and said softly, like a dream, and like a hypnosis.

"I'm kind of ...... Overmatch...... Is it? In the end, Qiu Hua could no longer support it and fell into the arms of the owl, and said intermittently.

"You...... Sleep well, good boy. The owl's eyebrows jumped, his words paused slightly, and his voice was softer than before, like a loving father.

The owl carefully picked up the autumn birch, walked out of the blood-red carpet, and when he walked into the pine forest not far away, the hut, the blood-colored grass and the blurred flesh all disappeared out of thin air, and in its place was a dense pine forest.

In fact, the mountain courtyard is located in the dense pine forest, although it is now in winter, but the pine forest is still green, the same dry firewood is also available everywhere, life is the best use, this kind of place has no running water, gas pipes, and even antenna signals.

The owl carried Qiu Hua into the house in the small courtyard, put her on a simple small wooden bed, and covered Qiu Hua with a thick quilt, and Qiu Hua, who was already exhausted, soon fell asleep. At this time, there is a rooster crowing, this is the real world, the rooster sings the world white, the new century has arrived, and a new battle is about to begin.

At the north end of the small courtyard in the mountains, there is a mound of graves, and the mound of earth behind the tombstone is arched high, and I don't know who is sleeping here.

The owl walked up to the tombstone, but the tombstone was sloppy, just a stick tied together a plank, and the board read

Two words - Xiao Yao.

"I don't remember how long you've been dead, when will I be able to avenge you? Are you doing well in the distance? Will you miss me? I'm having a bad time here, I often think of you, I think of the well in your house, the water in it is so sweet, but now I can't find that well, the water in it has tasted bad since you left me. The owl was dressed in a very formal formal attire, and a somewhat wilted bird of paradise was placed in front of the tombstone. His expression was hard and his expression was serious.

"Send you a flower, I hope you like it. I don't know when the next time I will see you, I'm gone, if you want to see me, just look at this flower, although it's already wilted. Xiao Yao, bye-bye. The owl still bowed her head and whispered to herself, the surroundings were quiet, the roosters and wild things began to appear, and the owl believed that she would not be too lonely, at least these little animals would visit the tombstone all year round.

The owl returned to the small courtyard and walked into the side room, where there was a huge safe, big enough to fit a person, and the owl twisted left and right, skillful, and knew that it was a veteran at a glance, and finally the door of the safe was opened, and there were no banknotes in it, but a stone staircase, which led to the ground, and the black rumbling sound, as if leading to an endless abyss.

The owl slowly walked down the stone steps, and there was an echo echoing inside, but not footsteps, but the sound of bottles and cans clashing. Here, the eye can only distinguish the color black, and in this place where the fingers are not visible, the owl walks calmly through the countryside like a ghostly walk.

After a long time, the stone steps were finally finished, and the owl went to the bottom, and a door stood in front of him, and the owl raised his hand and knocked on the door, so light that he had to listen carefully to hear the knock.

Squeak~ The door opened, and an old face poked out.

"Boy, are you here?" The face said in a cynical voice.

"Well, you're still as old as before, you're in a bad mood, do you have any wine?" The owl looked at the other man's old face, but said slowly.

"I really can't help you, you really have a lot of bad times, what do you want to drink?" The door opener turned and walked into the dark rumbling basement, lit the candles, the yellow light began to spread underground, and an unkempt and old-looking man appeared in front of the owl, wearing a black warm suit, with a blood-colored cross on his left arm, and his short stature seemed to indicate that he could only stay in the dark basement.

It's not a big place, the walls on both sides are bookshelves, one side of the bookshelf is full of bottles, cans and all kinds of medicines, and on the other wall of the bookshelf there are all kinds of books, magazines, famous books, villain books, comics, etc., and some books have no names but numbers, but the contents inside are very confidential, and if they are exposed in the world, it will cause a huge sensation. There was nothing on the last wall.

"Have a glass of gin, no ice, it's cold." The owl found a couch and sat down.

"If I'm not mistaken, you owe me a lot of money for drinks a long time ago, don't you really like to drink water! But that's it

A glass of vodka is perfect for cold weather. The old man took a bottle of liquid from the pile of bottles, and took out two goblets from the cabinet where the candlestick was kept.

The owl laughed, he really felt heartache, but he always calmed down in this place, as if this was a place where he could feel at ease.

The old man slowly wiped the cup in his hand, there was melodious music poured into his ears, the owl slowly stretched his head back, he just wanted to have a moment of rest here, although his name is owl, he can't sleep at night, the hatred of himself makes him sleepless all night, and now he can only rest for a while.

He didn't know when he would die.

When will such days end?

He was missing his childhood sweetheart, she was so beautiful when she was born, and the moment she died, he seemed to die that night.

Tonight, at the so-called moment of the intersection of the stars and the sunset, the legendary pony star will faintly emerge next to the bright Sirius. Beneath his feet were the mountains that stretched out, slowly revealing tall and steep peaks under the misty haunting of the dark moon, and the shore of the cliffs that penetrated into the clouds was like a scar cut by an axe.

The cold wind seemed to sing an obscure dementor song in a hoarse voice, and the voice was filled between heaven and earth with grief and indignation.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Half Yuan Cultivation and Half Yuan Jun" with more like-minded people, WeChat pay attention to "excellent reading literature", talk about life, and find confidants~