Like a bowl with a clamshell.

On the grave hill behind Southeast Street, around the bulging graves, there are only a few scattered dead grasses, although it is deserted, it is also quiet.

Suddenly, there were several dog barks from the bottom of the mountain. The sound seemed to be getting closer and closer from far to near, from the faint beginning to becoming clearer and clearer, and finally the voice seemed to be in the ear, with the canine teeth wide open, and the saliva was gasping in the ear socket.

The boy's heart sank, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Not good!" ”

Because of his negligence, the blood and water along the way, and the smell of blood that filled the hungry dogs.

Tianhuang Town has been poor and bad water since ancient times, and it has had the name of the word Tianhuang since ancient times. And to add insult to injury, in the last decade, the poor poor have died, and that is more and more every year. In the face of this situation, the government's oil and water are getting less and less, so the control of these wild dogs who often mix in the mountains and forests is looser and looser year by year, and in the long run, these beasts who are mixed in the mountains and wilderness all the year round have less and less fear of humans, so that some wild dogs dare to blatantly attack human villages in the bright daytime.

The boy hurriedly cleared a bent grave bag and weeds piled up. I saw that there were a few dry bones inside, but almost none were complete, either missing a head, or the limbs were incomplete, and there was not a single corpse.

The boy dragged the old beggar into the room.

In the process, the old beggar's jacket, which had been used for sewing, was detached from the inferior fabric

The boy glanced at it hurriedly, and saw that the animal skin was densely covered with small mung bean-like characters.

Although the boy had learned some words from the old beggar, they were all the names of the people in the story, what kind of general, what kind of peerless wise man, or who and who, so-and-so. As long as it is a little bit of a bull and a character he admires, he has to remember the name and write it out. But it was only a specific and very small number of words, so what was he writing on the hide? But I don't know it at all.

In a few moments, two wild dogs, sniffing for blood, came one after the other, grinning at the boy, hunching his back, and pounced.

The black-haired wild dog in the first place has a cracked left corner of its mouth, and its canine teeth are exposed, which adds a bit of horror. The wound seemed to have been cut with a sharp weapon, and it was very smooth.

The black-haired wild dog was fierce, and Huo Di jumped up, opened his mouth, and bit the boy's neck directly.

The boy dodged, and although he was able to avoid the leap, his legs were bitten by the two wild dogs that followed him, and in an instant his skin was pierced by the canine teeth, and the blood was shining.

Seeing the blood in their mouths, the two wild dogs became even more frenzied, shaking their heads fiercely, pulling and biting, trying to tear their whole legs apart.

The boy's heart was beating and he struggled frantically, trying to get rid of these two fierce wild dogs, but his strength was too small, and his little resistance was useless, and despair could not help but rise in his heart.

At this twelve-minute critical moment, a fishy and smelly liquid suddenly shot out of the boy's foot and neck, spraying it on the eyes of the black-haired wild dog, startling him to retreat directly.

In fact, the liquid was not a powerful thing, it turned out that after the lump on the boy's foot was bitten, the pus inside splashed outward. However, because the beast had been slashed by humans with knives, it was very wary of all human actions, and when its eyes were sprayed and couldn't be opened, it thought that something powerful was going to harm it, so it hurriedly dodged.

Suddenly, the pressure on half of the boy's body suddenly relaxed, hope ignited in his originally desperate heart, and his body also gave birth to a strong force, together with the wild dog, turned over, picked up a bone spur, and stabbed the neck of the wild dog biting his left leg with all his might.

Although the grave is said to be a place of rest, there are many ownerless dry bones. I don't know which unlucky ghost the bone spur is, it is a broken half of the small foot bone, which is very sharp, not inferior to the blade of a knife.

Woo!

Suddenly, the wild dog screamed in pain, and blood flowed out.

Although it was bleeding all the time, it seemed to be only injured. After screaming for a while, the vigilance in his eyes for the boy was a little more vigilant, and a little more resentful.

The barking of this wild dog made the black-haired wild dog dare not step forward for a while, and it has been wandering not far away.

Those two wild dogs no longer ventured in casually after that. He kept circling around the boy, like a hunt, quietly waiting for the boy to bleed to the end and lose his resistance.

Now, the boy has little strength left, and he can't support his body.

The boy knew that he was unlucky. While throwing a stick around with his left hand, he kept swinging his bone spurs at the wild dog with his right hand, making a trapping beast fight.

His heart was pounding and his throat was dry and hoarse. Perhaps because it was too critical, he actually forgot about the pain in his body and held the bone spurs to deal with the two beasts.

The two wild dogs, because they suffered losses, have not dared to come forward. Staring at the bone spur in the boy's hand.

Eventually, the boy swung the half of the bone spur slower and slower, and fell unconscious.

The two wild dogs waited around for a while and began to walk towards the boy.

However, at the moment when the injured wild dog got out of his mouth, the boy, who was originally motionless, suddenly burst out, clenched the bone spurs with both hands, and stabbed fiercely at the dog's original wounds.

The wild dog whined a few times, and finally heard only a few bubbles coming from his throat. He staggered back a few steps and fell to the side.

At the same time, the boy was exhausted and fell to the sky.

The boy looked up to the sky, and the white clouds were like flocculent, clean and unstained. A lone goose swept through the sky alone.

The boy wanted to reach out and touch the lone goose, but now only his index finger could tremble.

He couldn't.

The boy thought to himself: "People say 'autumn solstice geese fly south', they are all in groups, and now that it is winter, it will miss time, will it be blown off by the cold wind." ”

If the lonely goose misses the opportunity, there is a high probability that it will die on the way. But the boy envied the lone goose, which had left its mark in the sky, but the boy had never flew.

The boy was groggy. He forgot the pain, he forgot the sorrow.

He fell into the void in the darkness, down, down, down......

Is this the afterlife? The boy muttered to himself, as if asking a question.

Of course, no one answered him.

There is nothing in the darkness, and there seems to be nothing at all.

Finally, the fall ended.

At the end of the darkness was a blinding light.

In that bright light, the father, who was originally irritable, stopped drinking. I won't beat him for no reason when I'm drunk, and I won't beat my mother or sister.

His mother was not beaten to death by his father, and he was cooking his favorite lotus porridge in the kitchen. The younger sister was not abducted either, and rode on his neck, giggling. And the old beggar was also basking in the sun on the East Street, although he was still depressed.

"Brother, thank you for saving me."

A little girl blinked her big black grape eyes and grabbed the corner of his coat and said.

"You're not dead!" He seemed to have gone to a heart, and said lightly.

Passers-by were not throwing stones at him like dogs, nor were they cursing him. He can also eat big steamed buns every day and sleep on a soft bed every day.

The boy reached out and grabbed it, as if grasping something.

Everything is so happy, everything is so happy. Everything is there, everything is within reach.

The boy's gloomy eyes were as cold as ice, like a snow-capped mountain melting, and warm as water. The face that had always been indifferent bloomed in an instant, revealing a smile.

"Let's live happily ever after!" A voice echoed in the boy's ears.

"Fake!" The boy roared!

Like a wounded beast, he pounced on all these extravagant hopes.

In an instant, everything was shattered to pieces, shattered like a mirror image. Behind the mirror, there is still boundless darkness.

There was a clear and vague dark shadow hidden in the darkness. The black image is the darker darkness of the darkness, engulfing all the darkness alone, like a king bathed in darkness, sitting on the throne of darkness, with a black divine ring on his head, and a dark divine weapon in his hand, mysterious and terrifying, full of indescribable majesty.

The black shadow looked at him with thunder in his eyes, as if he had no emotion, and slowly turned his head, suddenly staring at him from his throne, and then then turned away, as if in deep thought.

The boy's heart couldn't help but bend his knees, but then, the boy went crazy! Like a madman, madness pounced on the shadows.

He was crazy, but there was still a boundless fear in his heart. In his heart, he was convinced that he was a small existence like a worm, and that was a kind of despair, that was a kind of realization. Since there is nothing to lose, why not go even crazier and leave traces of struggle in this world.

Thinking like this, he became more and more crazy.

As soon as he ran towards the black shadow, his body began to crumble, and his body was full of cracks, like porcelain cracks, and finally even transparent, divided into wisps.

It's just that the boy's blurred eyes are glowing, rotten and shining.

Finally, the boy sighed with great difficulty: "I'm so tired......"

There is unwillingness in the voice, and there is even more helplessness.

After that, the body is shattered, and it will be dissipated into particles of light.

I'm still taking a group photo here, as if I feel something. Turning his head to stare at him again, the light opening of his lips that seemed to have not opened for millions of years, and whispered, "Live".

The voice is muddy and mysterious, as if it has been transmitted from ancient space for countless years, and there is a heavy and simple meaning, like an order that cannot be disobeyed, and there is an inexplicable majesty.

At this moment, the boy's body that was about to dissolve was about to dissipate between heaven and earth, and suddenly a black ball appeared in heaven and earth, and the black ball continued to roll, emitting wisps of black silk threads, like weaving threads intersecting and continuous, constantly connecting the meridians and bones of the boy's body.

The black silk threads also continued to mend the cracked and broken soul of the boy, and continued to reach into the soul and turn into the most quintessential spiritual power.

The boy's soul was not only restored, but also brightened, as translucent as glass, and as dazzling as rotten

And the black hairball, as it rolls, shrinks and shrinks, and when the black hairball disappears.

A sweater was sewn up. And this sweater is the boy.

After a long time, the boy seemed to hear a lonely, slightly tired murmur in his ears.

"It's still a little boring......"