"Brother Ling, don't go, okay."

I smiled and touched the little girl's head.

Where are there so many coincidences in the world, eye disease, separation from my family, and I happened to meet me.

But I knew I couldn't say anything.

The scar on his waist has not healed, and his chest still aches faintly.

The man's words still echo in his ears:

Set out the blueprints of the underworld, and we can let you go.

"Huh."

Death is a kind of leaving, isn't it?

We beggars, freely cultivated, are used to imitate anyone or a person close to that person's image with potions.

And the daily food is snatched from the children's pile, and as the only one among the ten toddlers who survives, I am naturally not a good person.

But this mission, I hesitated, although the headache prevented me from continuing to think, but there seemed to be a voice in my heart telling me that a long time ago, I did have such a sister.

"You have three days left."

The man threw a piece of black steamed bread on the ground, I nodded, and I didn't care about the dust on the ground, so I reached out and picked up the steamed bun.

Swallowing the dirt together, the man's back was well-dressed, and I hid the sharpness in my eyes and waited quietly for him to leave.

"You can do it yourself."

The man's last voice stayed there, but I laughed, and though there were only three days left, I was content.

Although the little girl is not good-looking, and her dress is very simple, but for some reason, when I am by her side, my heart that has not been settled for a long time will always be inexplicably calmed down.

And the pain left by being eaten by other children and various drug tests will also be a little easier.

The night went by in a flash, and the next morning, I opened my eyes, washed up, put on a headband, covered the burn marks on my scalp, and put on the child's costume that I had already prepared.

There was still a moment of sarcasm in my eyes, we are all chess players who have been eliminated by the world, and the so-called waste utilization is nothing more than this.

The folding fan in my hand was not easy to grasp, perhaps because my fingers had been burned by a soldering iron, and as for why I was burned by a soldering iron, it was because the girl's brother had a brand between his fingers.

But no one thought that my scarred palm could hold a sword.

There was a swordsman captured in the organization, although this swordsman's swordsmanship is not superb, but the basic sword skills, can still be used.

The man was locked up in a cage at the top of the organization, and was clearly not a figure to be taken seriously.

With my status as a childe during the day, I easily released him.

In exchange, he taught me the most basic three swordsmanship.

Chop, chop, stab.

Although it is not enough to talk to people, it is easy to just pick up the sword and swing it normally.

"You've got two more days."

As he was leaving, the cell boss unchained me and pulled out the needle that had been inserted into my back.

As one of the test subjects, I'm the most stable one, but that doesn't mean they're going to untie me.

There was a man in the organization who went berserk after being injected with the reagent, and the man went berserk with only a scream and then went silent.

Obviously, even though this potion gives a terrifying boost in the frenzy, the power is still weak, and it is not enough to compete with the organization.

I shook off my gorgeous clothes, which I was not used to, but I was very comfortable in my heart.

Beside that little girl, there will always be a lot of peace in my heart.

"Brother Ling, you're here again."

The little girl smiled and walked out of the huge wooden house.

Although the house is made of wood, it is large and almost well-equipped, and there is a large peach tree in the house, which bears a lot of fruit.

I touched my shaking head, and for some reason, the smell of peach blossoms would give me a very short memory recovery, and the most intuitive feeling was the severe pain that accompanied it.

"Brother Ling, do you have a headache again?"

The little girl held my head in her arms, and the folding fan in my hand slipped to the ground, and I had no intention of picking it up.

There was always a strange sense of stability in her young arms, and the wounds on my body seemed to heal, and I felt especially comfortable in this moment.

I sighed, knowing in my heart that I couldn't covet that embrace, after all, the organization had paid so much to build this huge wooden house, and after all, it was only for that task.

This girl has a blueprint that leads to the underworld.

And what materials are needed, apparently we don't know.

From falling from a tree to catch her, to hearing her family put her in a tree to hide from wolves, to being in the morning and evening for so long, I have never seen or heard her mention the blueprint.

But I was especially greedy for the warmth that calmed my heart, though I knew as well as all beggars that all of us were monsters.

"Brother Ling, I want to eat sugar gourd."

Today, as always, I took her out to play, and I picked up the little girl and sat on my shoulder.

Pedestrians didn't dare to ask me more when they saw me, we children who crawled out of the pile of dead people, all with an inexplicable edge, ordinary people can't bear our temperament, and will feel pain because of the unknown sting.

But for some reason, this little girl stayed with me for so long, and I didn't see any fear from her, maybe because of blindness, or because of her inexplicable affinity, which could accept a monster like me.

"Okay."

With a doting smile, I took three copper coins out of my bosom, handed one to the vendor, and carefully took the peel and put it on her delicate wrist.

This is one of the few happinesss.

I glanced at the restaurants and brothels in the distance, and then at the watchman behind me who was following me unhurriedly.

There was a sneer in my heart, although none of them could stop me, even if it was only with my lame swordsmanship.

But even if they escaped, they still didn't know where to go.

Those of us who have long been ignorant of dynasties and worlds, and the most successful brainwashing is only known about the task and longing for the banishment.

But every time the cell boss told me that I would be free after completing this task, I would only sneer in my heart, and the so-called freedom was nothing more than becoming an unconscious test subject, testing the body's resistance with the maximum dose.

What kind of virus is present in the reagent, even if it is me, I don't know.

"Quick, run."

I'm a little puzzled, this place has always been stable, and with the secret operation of this organization, how can it be invaded to such a point.

Countless people fell from the sky, slashing everything they saw.

"Buzz."

I held the little girl who was sitting on my shoulder and ate the sugar gourd in my arms, and beat for a long time, the sugar gourd in her hand fell to the ground, she was very sensible and did not cry, but she still failed to jump out of the encirclement, a strange person with a black cloth on his face put the blade in his hand on my neck, and asked me:

"Boy, do you know where the drunken guest is?"

Drunk guest house? There was a flash of sharpness in my eyes, this was one of the secret forces of the Order, and although I didn't know the exact location, I did know how to contact them.

"They're supposed to have left here."