In the Tiger Cave. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Just when Chen Yan and Fu Nian were both immersed in the story, on the top of the mountains, there was another tiger roar, which suddenly resounded in the sky.

"Roar..."

Killing intent, resentment, the same full of demonic nature.

The difference is that this time, the only way to feel the amazing magic contained in this tiger roar is... Alone.

"Not good... Thousands of years later, has it become so powerful?!"

Fu Nian said secretly, and as soon as he reacted, he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

As Fu Nian's gaze looked, he saw that Chen Yan's body had been entangled by the demonic black qi that represented resentment and killing intent, and his eyes were closed, obviously in a trance.

"Looks like you're on your own..."

"I just don't know what your choice will be!"

............

Time and space rotate, and the environment changes.

"This is..."

A moment ago, he was still in the Fuhu Cave, but when he came back to his senses, Chen Yan found that he had fallen into a completely new world.

Resentment is abundant, demonic thoughts are rampant, corpses and bones are everywhere, and blood flows into a sea.

The sky drips blood, the bones are all over the sky, the blood droplets flow backwards into a river, and the bones are piled up to make mountains.

... I'm sorry, but none of the above scenes happened.

Here's the real scenario:

In the quiet of the afternoon, there is a small nameless mountain village.

At the end of the east side of the village, it is a simple thatched hut, in the house, all the furniture is complete, and it is old and peaceful.

Outside the house, a man of medium stature was anxiously waiting, pacing back and forth.

Inside the house, a thin and petite woman, sweating profusely, gritted her teeth and holding on, waiting for a new life to come.

"Wow..."

After a while, a baby cry came from inside the house.

This cry indicates the birth of a new life, the beginning of a happy life for the Hanzi's family, and the beginning of a legendary life.

Happiness is fulfilling, calm and happy.

Inside the thatched hut, the man, the woman, and the baby, hugged each other in pairs, looking at each other.

Plain and happy, everything is in silence.

Even the baby in his arms seemed to feel the atmosphere of the moment, and at this time, he opened his eyes.

"This is..."

When the baby opened his eyes, Chen Yan felt as if he had become a baby in the woman's arms.

He saw his parents hugging each other without saying a word.

I felt the joy of a new life.

I touched the existence of this world.

Before he could be nostalgic, the scene changed, time passed, and in the blink of an eye, seven years passed.

What used to be an ignorant baby has grown into a half-grown teenager....

In the past seven years, the life of a teenager has also turned into an image, which has crossed Chen Yan's heart.

The company of parents, the playmates of children, the teaching of the elderly in the village.

The mountain village is not sparse, sometimes lively, sometimes calm, sometimes noisy, sometimes lonely.

In such an environment, seven quiet years were spent.

If nothing happens, the boy may spend his life slowly in such an environment.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred.

After the tribulation, usher in the vicissitudes of the next life.

But the process of a legendary story is never so simple and plain.

Sure enough, the good times didn't last long.

One day, the boy was playful, separated from his playmates, went out of the village alone, went out early and returned late, and came back late after playing.

On the way back, he was still wondering if his father was red-eyed and needed to find people everywhere in the village.

Her mother may have prepared a sweet and delicious meal at home, waiting for her father to come home with her to eat.

"Roar..."

The tiger roared, but the boy didn't care.

Even, such a thought popped into his head.

"What is a tiger, Uncle Zhang at the entrance of the village can catch one every time he goes to the back mountain to hunt, and I don't know what the meat of the tiger tastes like?!"

Childlike words are unscrupulous, and teenagers are casual.

I only know that people can hunt tigers, but I don't know that tigers also hurt people.

On the day he returned, he finally found that his parents and villagers, the lives of a village, whether old or young, or animals, had been... Buried at the entrance of the village.

The clouds were thick and the blood remained.

Sadness comes from the heart, and all thoughts are lost.

That feeling of helplessness, Chen Yan seemed to empathize.

It's just that he can't control anything, he can only be like a teenager, watching everything happen, powerless to change.

Lonely and helpless.

For a seven-year-old naughty boy, without the company and guidance of his relatives, it seems that what awaits him is only in this cold night, accompanied by the corpses of a group of villagers, and he will sleep forever.

That's not, though... His choice.

The night is long, the rain is pouring, and whenever a tragedy occurs, it seems that God loves to join in the fun and cry happily.

But he didn't.

Without saying a word, the boy walked back to his thatched hut step by step.

Outside, it was pouring rain.

The rain washed away the blood, washed away the soil, and scattered the corpses of the villagers at the entrance of the village.

The boy was at home, eating constantly.

That's right, eating.

In a pot, in a bowl, in a basin, in a jar.

Whatever he could find, he ate into his stomach.

At the same time, those unshed tears were swallowed up by him along with the food.

"Dad said... Manly man, he bleed without tears..."

"My mother said that children should be full, and only when they are full can they dream of growing up quickly, and only when they are full can they have the strength to work.

Raindrops fall, accompanied by murmuring.

The next day, no, to be precise, in the middle of the night on the first day, as soon as the heavy rain stopped, a thin figure began to run non-stop between the hill behind the village and the village.

Hoes, pickaxes, shovels, iron rods, sticks, wood knives... The boy took all the tools in the house.

"A pit..."

From morning till night, he never stopped, using all the tools he could find, digging one pit after another in the hill behind the village, the size of a man and a meter deep.

The dirt was stained with blood, staining his whole body, and his hands and feet were full of scars and blood blisters.

But the young man didn't realize it, and just muttered to himself while digging a pit:

"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, Zhang Xiaoya, by the way, and Uncle Zhang's rhubarb..."

Rhubarb is a native dog of Uncle Zhang's family, and he remembers that there is it in the corpse at the entrance of the village.

After digging a pit, he would take a plank and make a mark.

Uncle Zhang's family at the entrance of the village, Grandpa Li, Carpenter Wang, Uncle Tie...

The head of the village and the end of the village, outside the village.

He was glad he remembered everyone in the village.

Because... He had a kind parent.

For two days and three nights, not a drop of water or a grain of rice was touched, and by the third day and night, the boy had finally dug enough seven hundred and sixty-eight pits.

"There are sixty-eight households in the village, plus yellow, Xiaobai, and Uncle Li's pigs,...... Three hundred and sixty-seven mouths..."

That's right, it's three hundred and sixty-seven.

There is also a pit, left for ... Himself.