He stayed in this world for so many years and killed so many children just to find this baby.

At the same time, it is also the primordial host of the entire abyss.

The abyss they were in at this time was summoned to this world by the pain and darkness in the child's heart.

It's just that for some reason, this abyss was sealed in the child's dream, and the child disappeared.

The dreammaker searched for countless children, and finally found the original host, and he dug the child out of the mother's body before he gave birth, so that the baby had enough resentment and darkness in his heart to allow the unworldly baby to successfully summon the abyss.

It's a pity that the power of a mere baby is not enough to awaken the abyss, so the letter will continue to perform blood sacrifices to deepen the darkness and awaken the abyss.

At the baby's movements, the power of the letter began to skyrocket visibly.

The power on his body gradually condensed into black, and his aura was also pushed to the realm of the Martial King in the surging waves of qi.

Before Kill stepped forward, a force had surged out of the hand of the letter, and this power completely enveloped Stop and the people behind him.

Feng Xin's own strength should not be very strong, at least it is impossible for him to trap the powerhouses of the Yin General Realm at will.

But under the blessing of this abyss, a letter can not only trap the Yin generals at will, but even bind a large group of people in the Jailer Realm.

In that darkness, he felt an unbearable feeling of suffocation, and he reached out to cover his neck in pain, but it was useless, he couldn't breathe at all.

In the strong sense of suffocation, he only felt that his eyes were blackened, and a heavy sleepiness came up.

A voice echoed in his ears, a voice that was incomparably familiar, but as if it had not been heard in a long time.

The voice had long been locked in the depths of his memory, and he had thought that time would help him forget those sad memories.

Now it seems that he is naïve after all.

There are some emotions engraved in your bones, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of them.

Maybe time can wear everything away, but when that voice does appear in your ears, you can still feel your cowardice.

After all, once upon a time, this person will always shelter you from the wind and rain.

"Xiao Jue, get up."

The gentle voice became clear, converging into the familiar voice.

"Why did you sleep so late in this afternoon nap today? If you don't get up again, the village market will be dispersed. ”

Although the reason of the end clearly told him that he should not open his eyes, it was all a false illusion.

But the powerful sensibility still breaks through the sanity of the ban.

The eyelashes moved slightly, and the eyes were not opened.

His mother's face appeared in his eyes.

It's still the face that I am familiar with, and I think of it from time to time in my dreams.

Two lines of tears slowly slipped from his eyes, and he tried to speak, but only a small gasp sounded a little.

It seems that he was overly emotional, affecting his voice.

"What's the matter, why are you still crying?" Zhang Qin hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with gentle concern: "Is it a nightmare?" ”

"Hmm!" Putting on a nod, he reached out and hugged Zhang Qin, and a muffled whimper came out of his throat: "Mother, I miss you!" ”

"What's the matter, isn't it just a nap?" Although Zhang Qin was a little surprised, she still hugged her son gently and let her son be coquettish in her arms.

A ray of sunlight came in through the window and shone on the mother and son.

The gentle wind gently blows across the land, and on the big trees planted next to the house, a few summer cicadas are chirping happily.

In the garden outside the window, a wasp had just left, and a butterfly followed, gently lying on the flower, sucking beautifully.

Everything looks so good.

Killings, violence, intrigue, these things are really out of the way at the moment.

Maybe at this time, he can really be regarded as alive.

Zhang Qin waited for a long time, and then gently patted his son who was sobbing on the shoulder, and reminded softly: "Okay, don't cry, don't you still want to go to the market to play?" ”

"Marketplace?"

"Yes, didn't you say you should take a nap and let me call you when the market opens in the afternoon? What, forgot? Zhang Qin smiled: "Or is our big hero not going to go today?" ”

"Go, how can you not go!" Putting an end to jumping up from the bed and jumping directly to the ground: "How can such an important thing not go because of a nightmare?" ”

Zhang Qin looked at his son who was jumping and jumping on the ground, and also got out of bed: "In that case, why don't you hurry up?" After a while, the family will end again. ”

"Good!" Putting an end to agree, and after a simple cleanup, Stop took his mother's hand and walked out of the house.

When I opened the door, a ray of sunlight was shining on Quean's face, which was not spicy or dazzling, but just warm.

I didn't squint my eyes and felt a little comfortable.

"Where are you two going, going to the market?"

A woman's voice sounded from the side, and she turned her head away, and Aunt Zhang next door was sitting at the door doing laundry, and when she saw the two of them coming out, she greeted them with a smile.

"Yes!" Eliminate also responded with a smile, which caused Aunt Zhang to laugh again.

Walking down the hill in front of my house, I put an end to the habitual reach out to help my mother, but instead of holding my mother, I almost accidentally stumbled and fell to the ground.

Just as he was about to slip, a force came from his right hand and pulled him up.

Don't turn his head, it was his mother who grabbed him when he was about to slip.

"Be careful, don't be so reckless."

The mother pretended to reproach, but her eyes were full of concern, how could there be a little reproachful look?

"Hmm."

"This kid is a short practice, I'll let him put on two more stone locks another day, you see he will definitely not be so reckless by then." A hearty male voice came from the side, and when he turned his head, he saw that it was the third uncle who came over.

At this time, the third uncle's hair was not so white, and his back was straight, without the slightest look of decadence that was about to dissipate.

The third uncle was carrying a freshly cut pork in his right hand, and walked towards the two of them with a high spirit.

Hearing the words of the third uncle, he shrank his neck in fear.

Capstone locks have always been the punishment he feared the most when he was a child.

Seeing the appearance of the ban, the third uncle was amused and laughed, touched the head of the ban twice, and handed the pork in his hand to Zhang Qin: "The pig I just killed today, give my grandson to make up for his body at night!" ”

"Third uncle, how can a child eat meat every day." Zhang Qin complained: "If you are like this, you will spoil him in the future." ”

"What you said, it's the time when the child is growing up, what's wrong with eating more meat." The third uncle didn't care at all, just smiled.

Zhang Qin didn't say anything more, turned around and put the meat in his hand back into the kitchen at home, and when he came out, he took the hand of Ban and went out.

Chengguang Village is still the same as it used to be, and all the buildings in the village are facing the sun everywhere, bearing the light, which can ensure that every ray of sunlight shines in the village.

The trail that stopped walking for a long time was filled with the scent of earth, and wild flowers that could not be named were rushing to bloom on both sides of the road, sprinkling the scent of flowers along the way.

The third uncle, the fourth uncle, Aunt Wang, and the old night watchman Wang Jiyin......

From time to time, people who went to the market together stopped to say hello to the mother and son, and Zhang Qin would make a few small jokes with his son, and the laughter of the mother and son spread all the way.

It is the late spring and early summer, the rice in Chengguang Village is three crops a year, and everyone is not short of food, and there is naturally more leisure time.

So in the days after the harvest, the village always holds such a market under the old elm tree in the center of the village, selling some home-made food, wine, or some interesting knick-knacks.

When the market opened, the village elders were lying on the trunk of a big elm tree, humming a little song leisurely.

He himself said that this was to maintain order on the scene and protect the safety of the villagers, but everyone knew in their hearts that they were all from the same village, so where was there any order that needed to be maintained? It's just a little excuse he gave himself to be lazy.

Every time the market is the happiest time, because when you visit the market, your mother will always buy some interesting gadgets for you.

Dou Dou is now carrying a string of sugar gourds made of red hawthorn in his hand, his pockets are filled with all kinds of small candies, and Zhang Qin behind him is also carrying a small cart made of wood in his hand, standing behind helplessly looking at Quan who is crowded in the crowd.

At this time, he was happily crowded in the center of the crowd, looking at his cousin who was standing in the crowd of onlookers, playing with two crickets.

My cousin usually likes to catch some insects, and spiders, centipedes, etc., which are hideous and terrifying in the eyes of ordinary people, are his playthings in front of the window.

This time, he simply set up a small stall in the market and looked for someone to fight crickets.

The hobby of fighting crickets is still very common in Chengguang Village, searching in the grass, picking up a fat and strong big cricket, and starving for a few days after taking it home, the ferocity of the cricket was launched.

Bringing it to the market to fight with people to make the audience laugh is the hobby of most young people in Chengguang Village.

Enjoying the desperate fight of the two crickets in the box, I was fascinated for a while.

This cricket's fist and foot kung fu is actually not bad, and even when he makes a move, there is still a bit of magic in it.

Perhaps, people can also use the tricks of this thing to learn and use.

Just looking at the excitement, before you know it, the sun has set in the west.

The crowd of onlookers slowly dispersed, and Zhang Qin also called for an end in the back, telling him to go home for dinner.