I am a charlatan, specializing in treating people with diseases on the outside road, known as Mr. Yin Vein.

There are 100 kinds of life and 10,000 diseases, at least half of which are diseases on the road.

Lost soul, collision, possession, blood nourishment, flesh seed, human face spots, yin stillbirth, Gu in the brain...... Strange, different, bizarre, and extremely evil.

But if you want me to say, all kinds of external diseases are not evil, and the most evil is the human heart!

When people's hearts are evil, so many diseases will come out of nowhere.

And I, it is precisely because of someone's lack of evil and greed that I was forced to embark on the path of Mr. Yin Vein, and since then I have been wandering all over the world, like duckweed without roots, and homeless.

I had a home before I was eight years old.

I remember that there is a sugar plum tree at the door of the house, and in autumn the tree is full of red, just pull one, soft and sweet, straight to the bottom of my heart.

That's the only impression I have of home.

That summer, I was abducted from my home by a photographed flower child.

Shooting flowers, that is, crutches, with drugs on his hands, seeing a lonely child on the street, he went over and patted the door on the top of his head, and the child immediately lost his mind, obediently walked with the traffickers, and asked him to do what he did.

All I remember was playing in front of my house, and an old man with one eye like a glass ball came and smiled at me, and then I lost all my memory, and when I came to my senses, I was locked in a big iron cage, naked, and my nose was full of a disgusting fishy smell.

On either side were iron cages of the same size, each containing a slick little child, six of them in total.

The oldest is only four or five years old, and the youngest is only two or three years old.

They all sat in their cages, not crying or making a fuss, like fools who had lost their minds.

A bald man with a shirtless shirt and a leather apron stood in front of the cage, carrying a sharp knife in one hand and a yellow dog in the other.

The leather apron was stained with blood.

The yellow dog shuttled incessantly with his tail between his legs.

I was so frightened that I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make any sound out of my mouth, and the only thing I could do was to push back as far back as I could, in a ball in the corner of the cage.

The bald man glanced at me and said, "Don't worry, I'll be there tomorrow." You're too big for a dog to fit, so you can only use sheep, and you have to buy it now. I'm getting in trouble. ”

After he finished speaking, he ignored me and continued to look at the other children in the cage.

In the end, he chose a boy about four years old, about the size of a yellow dog.

As if he were a plaything, he took the boy out of the cage and placed him in another cage in the middle of the room.

The cage was densely covered with spikes on all sides, stained with dark brown stains.

The bald man put the boy in the cage and pressed a mechanism, and the spikes on all sides of the cage closed to the center, piercing the boy until he was bleeding.

The boy who had been stunned screamed and cried loudly.

The bald man turned around and grabbed the yellow dog between his legs, grabbed the yellow dog's ear with one hand, and stabbed the sharp knife through the yellow dog's chin.

The yellow dog let out a terrible wail, but could not move at all.

After the knife in the bald man's hand stabbed in, he quickly swam along the bottom of the skin.

It didn't take much effort for a whole yellow dog skin to be peeled off by him.

The skinless yellow dog was still alive, screaming and screaming.

The bald man seemed to enjoy the scream, and did not give the yellow dog a good laugh, and took the bloody boy out of the cage and carefully attached the yellow dog skin to his body.

It didn't take long for the boy to become a monster with a human head and a dog's body, and his four paws scratched desperately at his body.

The bald man chained the boy to a corner like a real dog, and put a bowl full of rice and meat in front of him.

"Eat obediently, you can't die this time, or I'll throw you to feed the dogs."

The bald man patted the boy's face, turned his head to glance at me again, and left the room.

I was about to break down, unable to understand what was happening, so I could only shrink into the corner of the cage and hug myself into a ball and cry.

I didn't know how long I cried, and then I heard the door knock again.

The bald man brought in a goat.

He looked at me, then at the goat, nodded in satisfaction, and tied it to the cage.

The boy in the corner stopped crying at some point and lay motionless on the ground.

The bald man went over to check and muttered, "It's really unlucky, another one died, and the current cub is too squeamish." ”

He muttered as he dragged the boy's body out of the room.

I finally calmed down, scared but knowing I couldn't go on like this.

Tomorrow he will turn me into a sheep!

You have to get out.

I got up and grabbed the cage door and shook it vigorously.

The iron railings rattled.

But the cage door was locked, and I couldn't shake it open.

I was in despair when the goat approached me and suddenly let out a low, nice voice, "Do you want to live?" ”

Sheep, can talk!

Frightened, I crawled back into the corner of the cage and looked at the goat in fear.

The goat turned closer and said, "If you don't want to die, you nod." ”

Although I was scared, I really didn't want to die, so I subconsciously nodded vigorously.

Compared to the talking sheep, the bald man was more terrifying.

The goat opened his mouth and spat out a short knife beside me, "When he pulls you, stab him in the navel with this knife!" Remember, you can only stab him in the belly button, you can't hurt him anywhere else! Don't be afraid, I'll help you! ”

The short knife was straight, shiny, and shimmered with a faint blue light.

I shuddered and picked up the short knife and carefully hid it under my clothes.

The goat didn't speak again.

I curled up in the cage, hungry, cold and afraid, and couldn't help but cry silently.

The goat leaned over and looked at me, and said in that low, nice voice, "What do you look like when a man bleeds without tears?" Tears will be a waste of physical strength, if you want to live, don't cry, wipe away your tears, save some effort, and kill that beast tomorrow! ”

I think the goat was right, now I'm on my own.

So I wiped away my tears, stopped crying, and forced myself to close my eyes and rest.

It wasn't long before the bald man came in again, still carrying the skinning knife in his hand, and the strong smell of wine on his body.

His steps were a little staggering, and he staggered to the edge of the iron cage, stared at me with blood-red eyes, and said very unhappily: "Urge, urge, fart, phew, I just can't see Lao Tzu wandering for a while, what a thing!" I really think of myself as a character, and I have the ability to do it myself! ”

He muttered indistinctly, opened the cage door, and reached out to pull me out.

My eyes widened, I tightened my grip on the handle of my knife, looked at him in the stomach, and stabbed him down.

There was no resistance, and the knife went straight to the handle.

The bald man let out a thunderous scream and threw me out as soon as he raised his hand.

I hit the wall and fell to the ground, and I felt like my whole body was falling apart, and I couldn't move at all.

"You son of a bitch!" The bald man didn't draw the knife, but staggered towards me, "Where did you get this knife?" I'll peel your skin off if you don't say it......"

He shook the sharp knife in his hand, obviously not intimidating, but really intending to do so.

I opened my mouth wide and tried to make a low, hoarse sound.

The bald man got even angrier and bent down to get me.

At this time, the goat suddenly turned over, and a slender figure came out of the goat's belly, rushed behind the bald man like lightning, and put a rope trap around the bald man's neck as soon as he raised his hand, and then threw the rope in his hand over the beam, and re-caught it and pulled it hard, and the bald man was hoisted into the air.

The bald man's eyes widened, his hands clutched at his neck, and his feet slashed wildly.

The slender figure tied the rope to the iron cage full of spikes in the middle of the house, looked at the bald man with his waist crossed, and said in a loud voice: "Xie Qiang, let you die to understand, you once made a boy surnamed Huo a human head snake, and the Huo family found out the root cause and asked you to pay for his boy's life!" ”

It wasn't long before the bald man stopped moving, and a foul-smelling liquid ran down his pants.

"Harvesting and cutting, heinous, it's really cheap for you to die like this!"

She looked at the corpse for a few more moments, then pulled the short knife from his stomach and put it away, walked over to me, and leaned over to look at me.

Her eyes are so big, so beautiful!

"You go back to the cage first, I'll call the police later, and the police will come to your rescue." When you get home, stay good and don't run around alone. ”

A low, nice voice came to my ears.

I guess she must be the fairy in the story.

The young girl picked me up, but the next moment, she let out a "huh" and put me down again.