Time has passed, and seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Wailing Wind Town, the House That Never Sleeps.

At this time, the proprietress Mrs. Fernanke's hair was gray, and I don't know if it wasn't because of the fat, her face was still so full and wide.

"Hurry up the people who grill the meat, the guests can't wait! Swallow slowly, eat pork rind for dinner today! Mrs. Fernanke shouted into the back kitchen.

The barmaid heard the proprietress shout, and groaned secretly in her heart, the pigskin in her mouth was a mutated wild boar skin, about two fingers thick, and the texture was like plastic, even if it was processed, it was a pain to eat.

There was a sound in the back kitchen, and a man who looked like a chef came out, and said helplessly to the proprietress: "It's not because of us, it's that kid who is too slow and hasn't delivered the meat." ”

As long as it was the boy's turn to work, they would always be scolded by Mrs. Fernanke.

Hearing this, Mrs. Fernanke calmed the guests urging the vegetables, and said to herself with a look of annoyance on her face: "I know that little bastard again, hum!" ”

The cook turned and walked into the back kitchen, just in time to bump into the boy in their mouth, struggling to carry a small basket full of mutant pork through the side door of the back kitchen.

Looking at this kid, the cook's face also showed disgust, stepped forward, snatched the meat basket from his hand, and shouted, "Can you move faster?" Cause everyone to suffer with you! These are not enough, hurry up and get it again, it's really unlucky, it's my turn to work with you! ”

This kid was born to Baby Town seven years ago, and according to Mrs. Fernanke, the current city must be self-reliant, so she arranged for him to work as a free laborer in her own bar.

The city was silent, and turned to his place of work, ignoring the cook.

The dim light shone from the sky, illuminating the backyard of the bar, and the slightly long gray-white hair of the city was very special in this environment.

He was dressed in a crude coffee-colored canvas garment, with torn sleeves of varying lengths, and a black cloth wrapped around his left wrist and palm to conceal the contents; The shorts already don't fit well, exposing the knees, and there are no shoes on the feet.

Castle's slightly emaciated body bent and picked up a dagger from the side of the mutant boar whose elbow had been cut off from the ground, this dagger was about a foot long, and the blood-stained blade was blue.

When Fernanke handed it to him, he said that it was his mother's relic, and that the city cherished the dagger. Although he had never met his mother, when he was in silence, he often imagined her appearance in his mind.

Holding a dagger in his right hand, Cheng half-crouched beside the mutated boar, his slender eyes with light purple pupils full of seriousness, observing the rest of the pigs.

Mutant wild boar, a terrestrial low-level mutant creature, has strong reproductive ability, operates in family groups, has rough skin and thick meat, and is more common in mountains and forests, and is the main hunting object of hunters in Waifeng Town.

Cheng's right hand was strong, and the sharp dagger cut through the thick pigskin, but he was still young, and it was a long time before he peeled off a piece. But looking at its movements and the way it goes under the knife, it is quite sophisticated.

As the skin was peeled off piece by piece, the pig's body had no outer skin, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead, sliding down the bridge of the city's straight nose and falling to the ground.

Cheng stood up and looked at the pig on the ground, a look of satisfaction on his face that was so beautiful that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Stretching his body, Cheng slashed open the pig's belly with a dagger, and took out the red and yellow object in it with both hands and threw it aside.

When he had done this, he wiped the dagger clean from the pigskin, inserted it into its black scabbard, set it aside, and turned to a rough machete leaning against the wall.

This machete can't be called a knife entirely, the blade with slight rust marks on the double ridge has a sharp edge, the tip is broken, about seven inches wide, about an inch thick, and the handle of the knife is as thick as one-third of the knife, wrapped with strips of burlap, I don't know if it is a strange thing created by the whimsical foundry, and Fernanke gave it to the city so that he could use it to cut bones.

Cheng looked at the thing in front of him, his little face showed a determined look, his hands clenched the hilt of the knife, gritted his teeth and dragged it to the pig's side, looking at the white mark on the hard concrete floor, it was obvious that this thing was not small.

The mayor exhaled, summoned all his strength to pick up the machete and slashed it at the waist and abdomen of the pig, and with a "poof" sound, the machete was deeply embedded in it.

It took a lot of effort to get it out, and after a short rest, he used all his strength to slash it again.

In this way, after the pig had been broken into pieces, Cheng had almost collapsed, and he lay on his back, gasping for breath with a satisfied smile on his face, and although he was tired, he enjoyed the feeling.

In the evening, the city had been cleaned, and with a dagger pinned to his waist, he dragged the machete, which was almost as long as his height, on his way back to his lodgings. The wind gently stroked the hair on his forehead, setting off the resolute young man a little lonely.

"Yo Ho, look who that is! Let's take a look at who that is! Hahaha! A voice came from behind the castle, which was walking slowly, and when he heard this voice, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the castle's mouth, and he quickened the pace of his steps.

The owner of the voice behind him saw that the city was speeding up, and hurriedly ran over, and his two attendants saw him like this, and also ran away.

"Stop, didn't you hear me calling you from behind?" The man blocked the way to the city, stood there and took a few breaths, before shouting: "Stinky boy, eat my house and live in my house, and dare to ignore me?" One day one is unhappy and tells you to get out! ”

This man was none other than little Fernanke, who was already fourteen or fifteen years old, more than two heads taller than the city, and in addition to the change in height, his body was getting closer and closer to her mother, Madame Fernanke, and he was full of fat.

Cheng looked up at him, ignoring him, ready to bypass him.

"Stinky boy, my dad is not here, dare to go, believe it or not?" Little Fenanke panted in his nostrils, threatened the city, and continued to move in front of the city, and the two followers saw it, and also cooperated with little Fenanke, blocking all the roads to the city.

Seeing this, Cheng's face did not change, and he said lightly: "Get out of the way." ”

When little Fernanke heard Cheng say this, he suddenly became interested: "Okay, if you want us to get out of the way, you can lend me the dagger on your waist for two days, and I'll make way for you!" ”

"Get out of the way, let it go?" Cheng looked up into Fernanke's eyes, and said with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Fenanke looked at the city's gaze, showing an expression as if he had seen something incredible, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! You want to beat me? I'm so scared, I'm scared to death! Since you're carrying such a big piece of iron, hit me with it, little bastard! ”

Cheng still looked at him coldly, and did not speak.

"My mom is right, your gray hair is just a short-lived look of a friend of Daddy and Mom, and you killed your mother as soon as you came out, and now it seems that you really hate it." After saying that, the smile on his face disappeared, and in its place was an expression of underbeating, and he bared his teeth: "Give me the dagger!" ”

The man in front of him repeatedly wanted to take away his cherished things, and his mother was even involved in his words, and a wave of anger slowly grew in the heart of the city. As soon as he let go of his hands, the machete fell to the ground with a "clang", and the dagger handle of the dagger at his waist was held by his right hand, ready to pull it out!

But he suddenly thought of a bald sallow old man, sighed, slowly sent back the dagger that had been half-drawn, and said to little Fernanke: "Get out of the way, I don't want to fight with you." ”

The ugly fat man in front of him is, after all, the son of a benefactor.

Seeing Cheng's behavior, little Fernanke became furious: "Do you think that with you, a seven-year-old hairy child, you can beat the three of us? Come on, give me a hard salute to his stinky face that makes people want to tear it apart when they look at it. ”

After all, those two teenagers who were about the same age as Fernanke were gearing up, and they wanted to step forward and beat the city violently, bullying children, this kind of thing is their forte!

"You shameless guys, do you know how to bully children?" Just as the two of them raised their fists, a crisp female voice came!

When little Fernanke heard this voice, he immediately showed a look of ecstasy, and hurriedly commanded: "Stop, stop! Don't fight yet! ”

When the two men heard this, they immediately stopped. Cheng put down his hands in front of him, and looked in the direction of the female voice, only to see a teenage girl in a white shirt standing not far away, with black hair and black eyes, and a handsome face that vaguely showed the appearance of the little girl who was bullied by little Fernanke in the past!

Little Fernanke's fat body became extremely limp, and he quickly ran to the girl, and said with a flattering smile: "Yus, we are playing with him!" It's good to meet you, how about we go to my mom's place together? ”

The girl known as Yuss smiled sarcastically and said, "Go cool!" Then he left the little Fernanke alone and walked in front of the city.

"Little brother, are you alright?" Yuss bowed slightly, and Cheng, who was much shorter than her, said with a smile.

Cheng looked at the girl, ignored her, and bent down to pick up the machete.

Seeing him like this, the girl did not feel anything wrong, and continued: "My name is Yuss, what is your name?" ”

Cheng stood up with the hilt of the knife in both hands, and did not look at the girl, dragging the machete away.

After walking a few steps, he paused, and a voice came out: "City." ”

"Oh! City...... What a strange guy! Yuss looked at the back of the city and pouted.

Seeing that she was like this, little Fernanke hurriedly ran over to Yuss and said, "Do you see that guy's gray hair?" It's an ominous symbol, and you must not have any contact with him, or you will suffer bad luck! ”

Yuss glanced coldly at little Fenanke, snorted coldly, and walked quickly in the direction of her home.

"Hey! Don't you go......" Fenanke Jr. chased a few steps, but to no avail.

"Boss, can't we just come directly? Why are you so angry? The attendant looked at the departing Yuss and said to little Fernanke.

Little Fernanke looked at Yusde's back intoxicated and said, "You don't understand! ”