"Woo. In the darkness, a few dirty wild dogs slowly walked out, they smelled the thick smell of blood, in this hungry time, such a smell, completely aroused their wildness.

Eight dark green eyes stared at the child who was desperately drinking blood while holding the dog's corpse. They want to eat meat, not only of this child, but also of the same kind.

The child also heard the whimpering sound of the wild dogs, and his body couldn't help but stiffen, but he hugged the dog corpse in his arms tighter, and he wanted to squeeze out some more blood in it, and only when he had a full stomach could he be qualified to live.

It's a pity that those wild dogs won't give him a chance. One by one, I have long been carried away by hunger. Not wanting to wait for a minute, he flicked his hind legs and pounced on the child.

The child didn't look back, listening to the wind behind him, his muscles tensed. After drinking a stomach full of dog blood, he felt a lot more mentally recovered, but it was still very unlikely that he would survive the attack of four wild dogs.

The wild dog approached, and the loud gasp seemed to weigh on the human heart, making him feel very depressed. The glass was held in his hand again, the edge was embedded in the palm of his hand, and the blood that had begun to coagulate flowed out again.

The palms of his hands were very painful, and his brain was surprisingly awake from the stimulation. At this moment, this child seems to make people forget their age, and maturity is terrible.

"Bang. The dog's teeth were almost touching his body, when a big foot came and slammed it on the dog's head. "Click. "The wild dog at the front, the skull cracked instantly. Brainstorming.

The big foot flicked, and three phantoms appeared in an instant. Kicked the remaining three wild dogs to death. Neat. Wild dogs, which can threaten the lives of children, lasted less than three seconds before they all died.

Instead of looking for the owner of the big foot, the child ran to the dead wild dogs, holding their heads and swallowing blood. The dog's brain and blood stained his little face red, reflecting that bland eye, which looked extremely weird.

......

City in the 80s. It looks backward and dilapidated. When winter arrives, it adds a bit of bleakness. A small two-story building sits on the edge of the city, and the walls are painted white, but after a long time, the walls also become gray and blend into the same gray city.

A man in a tunic walked to the bottom of the small building, holding a thin body in his hands. There are no street lights on the streets. The man's face was in the dim darkness of the night, making it a little difficult to distinguish the age. You say he's young. There was a heavy twilight on his body, like an old man. You say he's old, he has delicate skin and a well-proportioned body. It's clearly a young man in his twenties and thirties.

The man opened the wooden door, pushed it in, and pulled the switch in the corner. The whole room was lit up, an old incandescent lamp. Suspended under the ceiling.

The man placed the child on a stool and took out a large barrel of one man from the room. This cask looks like it's been around for some years. Oily and slippery for human use.

He opened the valve of one of the coal stoves to let air in, and the flame burned even brighter, and a pot of boiling water was placed on it.

When he had done all this, he stopped, and sat down on a stool on the other side, and the room was silent, and he did not speak, and neither did the child.

After a while, there was a screeching sound in the pot of boiling water. After a while, the sound was quiet, the lid of the pot was beating gently, and some small hot water droplets jumped out of it.

The man reached out and grabbed the pot of boiling water, and the palms of his hands, which looked as white as jade and were extremely well maintained, were grasping at the side of the hot pot, as if grasping an ordinary thing.

"Whew. He poured hot water into the barrel, then opened the cupboard, grabbed a gauze bag from it, and threw it directly into the barrel. The clear hot water, after being thrown into the gauze bag, instantly turned black, and a fragrance of herbs instantly filled the entire room.

He filled the pot with water and continued to boil. Then he poured some cold water into the barrel and tested the temperature of the water before smiling with satisfaction.

The man walked up to the child and grabbed at the thin body. The child instinctively wanted to resist, but the big hand seemed to seal off his surroundings, and grasped him steadily.

"Next. With a big hand, he tore off the bloodstained worn padded jacket on the child's body. Because the blood had long coagulated, the padded jacket was also stuck to his body, and this tear was as if his flesh had been torn off.

Although it hurt, the child only frowned and did not shout. Soon, the large hands detached all of his clothes, revealing a thin, scarred body.

"Poof. The man threw the child into the barrel. "Shhh The pitch-black potion instantly flooded his wounds, and the pain, the endless pain struck, distorting the child's little face.

The pain lasted only for a short time, and soon a cool sensation filled his wound. This strong contrast made him feel as if he was in heaven.

After the coolness has dissipated, all that remains is warmth. How long has it been since the warm potion had buried his body in it? The child didn't know, maybe a year, maybe two years, maybe ...... Longer.

The man took a piece of cotton cloth, dipped it in the potion, and began to scrub the child. His hand was steady, like a machine, and with a single stroke, the dirt that had accumulated on the child's body for a long time was wiped away. And also skillfully avoided the wound, every time only on the edge of the wound, the itchy feeling, people are very comfortable.

The child looked up and saw the man's face clearly. It's not handsome, but it's clean, it's a kind of cleanliness from the inside out. The eyes are very calm, calm like a pool of spring water.

"My name is Chengjun. Seeing the child looking at him, the man's face was smiling and he seemed very happy.

"I ...... I don't have a name......" The boy hesitated, he used to have a name, but after escaping from the orphanage, he didn't need it.

The man just looked at him and said no more.

"I ...... I want to learn from you how to kill a dog!" suddenly burst out of his eyes.

"Oh, why do you want to learn martial arts?" the man asked, uncommittently, as if he had expected it, as if he had not expected it.

"Approximately...... It's about staying alive. The child shook his lips and whispered.

The lights flickered and the night was dark. (To be continued.) )