After seven or eight days of ignorance in the small village, Minya became more and more withdrawn. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mingya, hurry up. ”

A little girl kindly called him, and ran farther and farther behind the large group of children. Minya, who was far behind, still walked out of the village with an indifferent face, and it was not until the last child disappeared from his sight that a trace of pain appeared on his face.

There were too many things in his heart, coupled with being hidden in the cave and not having enough oxygen for a long time, all of which made Mingya's brain hurt all the time.

The children in the distance were gone, and they couldn't hear the sound of their playing. A little loose expression appeared on Minya's almost expressionless face. At that moment, he slipped and fell heavily to the ground.

The sharp edges and corners of the stone on the ground cut a long cut in Minya's leg, and blood gushed like a spring.

Blood quickly stained his trouser legs, but Minya didn't get up. He just sat quietly holding his legs and squatting there, and he didn't seem to feel the pain in his legs at all.

Minya lowered his head, but his gaze remained uncertain. If his mother appeared in front of him, he would cry without hesitation, and if his father was still around, he would be as hard as ever. But now these conditions can't be met, so he has to abandon the weapon of crying.

Mingya looked at the blood on his leg very quietly, and it kept flowing down his calf. As the blood dripped on the ground, they made a creepy gurgling sound, as if he had auditory hallucinations.

The truth is that the sound of gurgling blood seeping into the ground is getting quieter and quieter.

After about a quarter of an hour, Minya saw the opening on her leg slowly close.

After the last drop of blood rolled from his still smooth-looking calf to the ground, there was a warm and comfortable feeling from the wound.

At this time, except for the torn trouser leg on which the cloth was gently shaking, except for the red half of the trouser leg, the wound on his leg was as if it had never appeared.

Fortunately, after such a long period of observation, Minya saw something wrong. He saw a long shadow stretching from the far stream to the point.

Mingya's gaze quickly followed the shadow, looking into the lake, and he seemed to see a faint green light floating in the shadow.

The green light may be an illusion, but this shadow not far away is definitely unusual.

Not far from the stream, there are a few willows, and the willow branches are gently fluttering in the wind under the early morning sun. Its sparse shadows shrouded a large area of very irregular coolness. It's just that the area covered by this cool shadow is certainly large, but it is impossible for it to drag a beam of green light to this position.

Although she was also very scared in her heart, Minya still mustered up the courage and approached this very abrupt shadow.

One step, two steps, three steps.

When she took another step and was about to step on the shadow, Minya sped up and pounced towards the shadow that fluctuated like water. The shadow quickly retreated to avoid Minya's feet, and like a long snake, it kept retreating until it retreated into the stream.

After the shadow retreated into the stream, it disappeared, and the disappointed Minya gritted her teeth and jumped into the stream.

The stream continued to pour water from his mouth and nose, and this unbearable feeling of being close to death made Minya close to collapse.

He was just a kid with no self-control. Even in the face of the cold Grim Reaper, who was slowly approaching, he could still scream without hesitation. Minya paddled his hands and feet as hard as he could, trying to get closer to the center of the stream, and although he had choked on a lot of water, he still tried his best to tilt his head to the bottom of the water.

Minya had only one thought in his mind, he wanted to save his parents from the shadows who had dived underwater.

Because of the constant choking, Minya's naïve body was not able to struggle in the stream for long. He also had no ability to get to the bottom of the stream, so he lay quietly on the surface of the water, surrounded by darkness and death again, as if he had fallen asleep.

A long shadow finally emerged helplessly from the sparse willow branches.

The bright morning sun fell like mercury, slowly coating this faint shadow, which was painted more and more clearly by the sun.

The shadows quickly became full and vivid.

The shadow was eventually shaped as a boy under the age of eighteen, dressed in a gorgeous navy blue suit.

The high-end straight and well-cut clothes on his body make his figure look proportionate and strong. He has a very delicate face, but because of the disapproving expression on his face, not only does he not look weak, but his whole person exudes vigor.

At this time, there was still a lazy smile on the corner of the young man's mouth.

Although he seemed to stand calmly on the branch, there was a faint flicker of fire in his bright eyes.

After standing quietly on the fluttering willow branches for ten breaths, the boy snorted angrily and flew towards the stream. When he reached out and grabbed Minya, the boy's body was already on the verge of touching the stream. The boy quickly pressed his palm down on the surface of the stream.

There was a soft crackling sound on the surface of the stream, and the boy's body also flipped back with the help of his strength, and stood easily by the stream.

When Minya, who was lying on her back on the ground, had already begun to choke, a trace of hesitation flashed in the young man's eyes. But soon he looked at the heavens proudly: "Well, this is not a game. So I'd better go back and get the penalty, and I'll leave it to you here. ”

After choking on the shore, Minya became cold again, only this time he seemed to have something new in him. If you look at his eyes carefully, you can see that Ming Ya's slightly indifferent eyes seem to have a faint hint of madness.

In the next few days, a few children about the same age as Mingya came to the small village one after another. The children from outside live in other villagers' homes. Although they were all like Minya, often with the villagers' children, they barely had any kind of conversation.

More and more children came from outside the village, and these children looked very different from the children of the villagers. Their expressions can be cold or cruel, and their eyes seem to hide their secrets, which also makes them seem much more mature than their peers.

One morning, Mingya and the others were following a group of children in a trance, and when they were walking outside the village, a child in tattered clothes and a cruel look like a wolf cub came from outside the village.

The wolf-cub-like child, with his fierce expression, frightened almost everyone who saw him. When his fierce gaze fell on Mingya's face, a trace of coldness appeared on Mingya, who was already almost numb to fear.

After his gaze swept over the children's faces one by one, he turned around and said in a cold voice, "If you want to learn some skills with me, come with me." ”

The expression of the wolf-cub-like child quickly conquered Minya.

It's just a ten-year-old kid. Although his expression was fierce and ruthless, there seemed to be something in his gaze. It was many years before Minya learned that this kind of thing was called self-confidence.

The wolf-cub-like child glanced at Mingya, and as he looked at the other children, Mingya also saw a distinct scar on the corner of his mouth. The wound was cut from the forehead to the chin, and it looked extremely hideous. After only one glance at Scar, Mingya's indifferent gaze loosened a little.

Mingya had long known vaguely that her mother would not come back. The only way to know why these things are happening to you is to keep going, wherever you are.