Chapter 49: Memories of the Past (2)

The beautiful and delicate little face was slapped one after another, and the child, who did not understand what was going on, burst into tears.

However, the cry did not exchange for even the slightest pity from the other party, as if he had seen an enemy who did not share the sky, the man who used to be gentle and smiling, followed by a few slaps in the face, and hit the boy in the face.

The rough and sturdy rope was whipped against the child's fresh and smooth skin, making a terrible snap; when the whip went down, there was a bloody streak of flesh. The boy's high, swollen face was covered with tears, and he cried, ducked, and wailed. However, the whipping of the whip fell like rain, and there was no way to hide, and in a few moments, the child's body was a blur of flesh and blood.

The man, as if he hadn't had enough time to get over it, continued to whasp until the boy finally lost consciousness.

The man completely ignored the boy's life and death, and still whipped the boy fiercely. Finally, when he had drawn what appeared to be sixty-eight lashes, his raised hand was caught.

"Third child, stop fighting!" a voice sounded behind the man.

The man turned around and looked at the person, who was his eldest brother.

"Damn, how much money have we been cheated of! Our money has been with him, this beast [raw!]" the old man gritted his teeth and said hatefully.

"Is the news reliable? In case we get it wrong, there will be no turning back for your recklessness!" the visitor frowned.

"This time, when the fourth brother went out to procure, he overheard something, and then he went to ask about it. Big brother, you know the temperament of the fourth child, he is meticulous in his work, and I have asked him repeatedly, and after everyone learned the news, they ran to several cities in a row and asked different people. You still don't believe me, wake up, we've been tricked!"

The eldest brother pondered for a moment and said, "Could it be that we were mistaken?"

"We didn't have any news of the door, saying that the woman was coming to pick up someone, it's just a guess!"

“...... It seems like so. ”

"I don't know what evil we have fallen into, so we believe it to be true, and we are waiting for the reward of others. For more than 100 years, all our savings have been basically wasted by this kid!"

When the eldest brother heard this, he also sighed heavily, turned his head to look at the child who had fainted, and frowned silently.

The third child was whipped down a few more times, and was stopped by the eldest brother.

"What's the matter, big brother, you don't really like this kid, do you?" the third child asked with extreme impatience.

"No" the eldest brother replied a little calmly, looking into the boy's eyes without a trace of pity: "If we beat him to death, we won't be able to get back to our roots, and in the future, we will do our chores for him, and we will collect the money." How nice. ”

The third child suddenly realized, put away the rope, and quickly nodded yes.

After about a few days in a coma, the boy woke up, the redness and swelling on his face did not subside, and the pain on his body did not abate. Hungry, he was stuffed into two large buckets and asked him to fetch water as soon as he was discovered by several people that he had woken up. The bucket was as tall as his shoulders, and as thick as his body.

However, under the violence of punching and kicking, he still hung teardrops, gritted his teeth and picked up two large buckets with his burden, and walked more than ten miles to fetch water in one of the few inlets in the Hanhai Desert.

Two large buckets of water were filled, but his weak body could not carry them, so at last he poured some and left two small half-buckets of water to take back.

The delicate and soft tail of the dragon rubbed against the rough sand and stones, and the sharp edges and corners of many stones cut through his long tail, and he pulled the fine stones out of the tail all the way, crying all the way, carrying the heavy burden all the way, and walking back.

Children of this age, in the demon clan, should be taught how to transform by their elders, and should have learned to walk with their boot-wearing feet, instead of dragging their tails that have not yet grown to compete with tough roads.

But, this boy, it seems that there is no such source of blessing anymore.

After I went back, of course, because the water was not full, I was beaten again.

"You shit! You can't do such a thing, and you're not welcome to spend money!" With a whip down, a new crack was added to the young man's wound, which had not yet fully healed, and the large and small wounds on his body, like a baby's small mouth, opened and closed, and the flesh rolled outward, which was shocking.

"He is an illegitimate son of a royal family, and he is born rich and noble, how can he compare with us. A yin and yang voice sounded beside the child, with endless mockery and ridicule.

Another man kicked the child and yelled, "Fight again, when will you fill the two buckets of water, when will you have food!" And this man, who had hugged him before, let the boy pull his beard.

The boy's thin body carried the water again and again that did not match his height and weight, but again and again, he could not help but pour out the bucket full of water...... It's not that he's lazy, it's that he can't be provoked.

The wide flat shoulder pressed against his narrow, weak shoulders, pressed the mark, and rubbed the skin. However, in contrast to the whip marks on the body and the abrasion on the tail bottom...... He didn't seem to feel the torture of the burden anymore.

For a few days, there were no full buckets of water, no food.

Eventually, when he was dying of starvation, the group finally became kind and filtered a scoop of rancid stumps from the waste tank and gave him them.

People, once they really get to the point of starvation, they will no longer be picky.

The slender blood-stained hand picked up a handful of disgusting things from the filter scoop, and then stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, and after a few bites, the taste buds accustomed to the feasts of the past began to fight, and he still vomited - with the acid water from his stomach that he hadn't eaten for days.

After that, it's who rudely breaks the jaw and then ...... Those disgusting things were poured into the mouth and forced to swallow.

The boy began to cry again, but the sound of the crying was soon buried by the laughter around him.

Later, he gradually took on other tasks besides carrying water and chopping wood, and since then, the group seems to have discovered the best way to discipline the boy: if he does something that is dissatisfying, his food is that they have discarded the rancid and smelly meals that they have not disposed of for days, and if the other person is in a bad mood, he will suffer all kinds of torture, and if he does it well, the food is a white steamed bun.

It's just a steamed bun, but it has become the delicacy that this child craves the most.

He worked hard, he worked hard, he carried a basket of things on his shoulders that he should not be able to carry, he used his fingers to do the incomparably delicate work, and he, even with his mind, helped a group of rough people to trick the people who came up to check it...... Everything, but just for a steamed bun.

With the passage of time, the little boy gradually grew up, and his body was solid and strong after a long period of inhuman training, and his mind had a humble intelligence.

A hundred years later, under a wrong "proposal", he did not fool the people who went over, and beat him up as usual; the difference is that as the boy grew up, the group of people found that the boy's skin and flesh became more and more "hard"; but they did not suspect it, but subconsciously tacitly believed that it was because the child was beaten out of the cocoon, so it became more and more rough and thick.

As a result, the original oil rope gradually changed into a barbed hook lock, and the wooden stick gradually became an iron rod.

After that night of torture, he did not hide in his filthy corner and weep silently, as he had done before, nor did he eat the bucket of rotten food next to him.

His powerful fingertips twitched at the scars on his body, and for the first time, his eyes turned from timidity to anger.

A hundred years of tears seem to have flowed out, and the expression of a hundred years of pain began to numb at some point, but for a hundred years, the pain of death and life is like a sharp knife, cutting into his flesh and cutting his bones, so that he can never let go!

He decided to rebel!

He wanted to assassinate the group of people - he knew that if they swarmed up, he would inevitably fail miserably if he had no kung fu skills, so he chose to assassinate.

He sharpened the iron rod he had stolen over time, and when he pierced the sharp iron spike into a man's heart, the emotions he had suppressed for many years turned into a cruel and bloodthirsty laugh that was vented to his heart.

However, it seemed to be too much carried away, and soon, others noticed his actions.

Four or five men subdued him, and from then on even the most basic walking on the ground became a luxury, and he was chained to the walls of the cave, and the beatings became his daily routine, and his meal changed from the original rotten tank water to rotten mud and yellow sand.

As he grew older, he began to resist incessantly, his hard skin became his armor, and his increasingly prominent strength became the brute force he used to escape.

Again and again he broke free from a chain thicker than the other, and again and again he fled, and again he ran farther and farther. However, for some reason, the other party was able to easily find him again and again, and then capture him.

Eventually, he was honored to be imprisoned in a special stone chamber. The chains inside have a special nature, and no matter how much you struggle, they are always in vain. And from the moment he was locked, the special power in the stone chamber sealed him, and even the remaining spiritual wisdom had to be deprived......

And that group of people...... It seems to be more and more interested in his body.,Began to torture in all kinds of ways.。