When I woke up rubbing the back of my neck, I noticed that there were many pairs of eyes staring at me.

A pair of eyes shone in the dark night, but none of them were bright, and they were all more like dead fish eyes.

When I focused my eyes, I realized that I was locked up in a small dark room, and through the dim light, I could see that the owners of the lifeless eyes were a group of shirtless children. The older ones are about ten years old, and the younger ones are three or four years old.

All of them are yellow and thin, and their arms are about the same thickness as their legs, which makes people feel distressed to look at.

"What about your parents? How did you keep you locked up in a place like this? I asked softly.

A group of stick-like children still looked at me with wide eyes.

I secretly asked if these dozen children were dumb, and I asked without giving up, "What kind of place is this?" ”

Just when I was about to despair, there was an incomparable voice from the corner, but fortunately my ears were amazing, otherwise I would not have heard it at all.

I pushed the crowd away, and when I got closer, I realized that there was a living person lying on the ground. Except for a slight heaval in his chest, it was no different from a corpse.

His body was covered with wounds, pus, and a yellowish, foul-smelling liquid flowed out, and from time to time white maggots were churning in the flesh.

The child's eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth squirmed: "This is Masang Town in T country, and we were all sold to Sanji..."

I endured the stench and put my ears closer to hear the child's words, which were spoken in the southern dialect of country C. I can listen to a rough idea...

"Who is Sanchi? What did he do with you? "Although I guessed that I had left my homeland, I really heard it, and I felt quite uncomfortable.

The boy coughed softly, dark red blood coming out of the corners of his mouth.

The little boy's cheeks were deeply sunken, and his cheekbones bulged out violently. Hay hair grows on the head.

Although I don't know how to see a doctor, I know a little bit about how to save people. Cutting the pulse with one hand, mobilizing a trace of Buddha breath in the dantian into the boy's body, after a circle, I found that the little boy had reached the point of running out of oil and drying up.

At the same time as I mobilized the Buddha's breath, the Buddha melon in the dantian seemed to smell the fragrance of food... Woke up churning.

Then it went directly into the little boy's body.

I saw that the little boy's breathing had stabilized, and I stopped worrying... He took out the medicine for the wound from the Qiankun bag and gave the medicine to the little boy.

It's just that the lights here are too dim, so I have to get closer one by one, pick out the maggots in the carrion one by one, and then apply the medicine.

Rao is determined by my will, and after holding my breath and finishing the medicine, I still couldn't help but run to the side and vomit upside down.

What the hell is this Sanchi? actually abused children in such a frenzied way, you must know that this is to survive, not to die. Torture a half-grown child and watch himself rot to death.

I couldn't help but curse and punch the ground.

When the onlookers saw me like this, they seemed to be a little afraid of me, and they all hid far away...

After a while, when the Buddha was back in my body, the little boy woke up again, and his complexion was a little better.

"Thank you, brother—" The little boy gave me a grateful look.

I'm a little curious, since this is country T, how can there be people from country C? "You're welcome." What is your name? How did you get caught here? ”

The little boy said intermittently, I summed it up, the little boy's name is Mao Junjie, his home is in a small village on the border, because he quarreled with his family, he ran to the mountains in anger. As a result, he got lost and was later sold here by a gang of traffickers.

It should have been three years as of today...

And that Sanchi seems to be a great character. Everyone was respectful to him, but they seemed to be more afraid. I've heard that Sanji is a head-lowering master...

It is said that this head-lowering technique comes from my country's Gu technique, no wonder Buddha Gua can't wait to run into Mao Junjie's body, it turns out to be a feast...

"Brother, can I ask you for something?" Mao Junjie asked in a low voice.

Then a wooden carving was pulled out of the hay in the ground, and it was carved into a living monkey.

Mao Junjie put the wood carving in my hand and said, "Brother, you will go out in the future." Can you send this wood carving to the family in the easternmost part of Maojia Village? ”

I threw the wood carving back and said, "You might as well do this kind of thing yourself..."

Mao Junjie lowered his eyes, "I know I can't go back in this life." Brother, you quietly put this wood carving at the door. Needless to say... Let them think I'm dead outside..."

I couldn't listen anymore, so I held the wood carving that Mao Junjie handed over again, and then nodded.

"Thank you. Brother..."An abnormal flush appeared on Mao Junjie's face, and he couldn't even speak anymore.

"Brother, you must go to my hometown, it is very beautiful, there are flowers all over the mountains, there are flocks of birds... Yes...... My dearest Abba... Grandma... Grandma's cooking is delicious... Pity... I eat forever... No... Arrive... up..."

Mao Junjie's eyes burst into an astonishing look, and then quickly retreated.

I reached out and closed Mao Junjie's open eyes. His body had been hollowed out, and all I could do was ease the pain as he walked.

Fortunately, he left this cruel world with a smile in his own vision. At an age when it disappears before it blooms.

I sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the "Death Mantra" in my mouth.

But he couldn't calm down. For the first time, I realized that transcending him was not the best destination.

I used the Soul Arrest Technique, watching as Mao Junjie, who had returned to normal, bowed to me in mid-air. The corners of his mouth smiled silently and said thank you.

For the first time, I realized that my master's words were not necessarily right. The master said that when a person dies like a lamp goes out, when he dies, he should go where he should go.

I temporarily sealed Mao Junjie's soul in a monkey wood carving...

"Junjie, don't worry. Just at you, brother. Even if we die, we have to die on our own land... Died on the land of his homeland... Die by the side of your loved ones..."I made a vow to myself in my heart.

The soul returns to its homeland. This is a requirement for Mao Junjie and for myself.

"Squeak!" interrupted my thoughts with the sound of the iron door opening.

All the kids squeezed over to me, desperately behind me. It was as if it was a flood beast coming in through the iron gate.

I opened my arms to protect the child behind me, as if I was playing a game of eagle and chick with the child.

In addition to the wrong environment, there is less laughter.

I looked coldly at the iron gate, and out of the shadows came a middle-aged man of medium height, with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes.

The middle-aged man seemed a little surprised to see me, "You woke up so quickly?" ”

Then it was my turn to be stunned, he was speaking half-baked Mandarin...

"Are you from Country C? You're Sanchi? I asked rhetorically.

Sanji didn't speak, but waved his hand for his men to take me out...