Chang An hung there precariously, he stretched out a small foot, and probed with his foot on the slippery walls around him. The straw sandals were immediately pierced, and the scorching digestive juices that had swallowed him quickly corroded a small layer of skin above his toes. Chang An quickly withdrew his feet and was hung there in distress, not daring to move.
Soon, his numbed little arm became sore, and he began to tremble involuntarily. Chang An knew that he couldn't fall no matter what, and would soon turn into a mass of bones, so he managed to escape from the big-headed monsters, giant birds and double-headed snakes.
If it was like this, he wouldn't even be able to see who the food that ate him was, and it turned into a pile of bones, which was really unacceptable to him.
And he still has a knife, Chang An felt at ease thinking about it.
Once the child is at ease, it is easy to do bold things.
Chang An gritted his teeth, and suddenly took a deep breath of putrid smell, and then even stretched out his bloody little hand, firmly grasping the surrounding digestive tract that was flowing with digestive juice!
That thing is not very hard, but rather soft, with some fine fluff on it, Chang An grasped those fluff tenaciously, sacrificed a little foot, and climbed on it.
His palm quickly stuck to it. At first, it felt like being roasted on a fire, and it hurt so badly that his eyes turned black. Changan took advantage of the pain, pulled out the knife inserted in the digestive wall, and pointed it at a certain place, and stabbed it back. Every time he stabbed it, the thing trembled violently. Those dangerous digestive juices also set off tiny waves, and the bones were wobbly.
Gradually, Chang An couldn't breathe, his chest hurt like it was split open, there was a tendon in his brain, and he jumped there endlessly, clinging to the digestive tract of the thing, his hands and feet were corroded with a layer of skin The pain was too hot, and it began to numb.
But there's nothing else in his eyes—other than poking that place through.
In the end, he could not stand the pain and yelled. While screaming heart-piercingly, he did not delay him from moving the knife. The rust on the knife was corroded by the digestive juice, and it became sharper instead. This is beautiful The little child in the house is like a little ghost who is looking for his life, and he becomes terrifying.
He is also tired and in pain. How much strength can a small arm that can be grasped one by one have
Every time the knife was stabbed out, Chang An felt that he could no longer lift his arms. He bled a lot, as if the blood in his whole body was almost gone, and he felt chills intermittently, but Chang An gritted his teeth and thought, "It's not over yet." .
The two of them—he ate this thing of his, and it wasn't over, unless it digested him into a pile of bones and knocked him out of breath, or he stabbed him to death.
Finally, the thing got scared, probably never had such a prey that made such a fuss in its stomach, and vomited Chang An out in the extreme stomach pain.
There was a huge earthquake around Chang'an, and then he was suddenly turned over again, fresh air rushed into his lungs, and he was thrown heavily on the ground, falling into a big horse...but the bloody In his small hand, he was still holding his small blade that had become bright after being washed.
He saw clearly what had eaten him—it turned out to be a flower.
The flower buds are as tall as two adult orcs, not to mention the flower stems. However, this big guy confronted Chang An condescendingly for a while, as if remembering the overwhelming feeling just now, and slowly shrank back like that , Changan's sharp eyes saw an inconspicuous hole in the bud, and the liquid was gurgling out.
"I leaked it." Chang'an cheered up with pain all over his body, full of a sense of accomplishment.
Bai has grown so big, it's really useless—he commented on his opponent who had escaped death, then grinned, got up, limped on the blade, and continued to walk forward.
The long night finally passed, and the first ray of sunlight penetrated the depths of the dense forest and leaked down, coating the perennially frozen top of Yufeng Mountain with a layer of gold, so beautiful.
It's a pity that not everyone can appreciate the scenery in the desperate situation.
When Bei Shi picked up the strange child he had seen at the foot of the mountain last time, he almost didn't recognize it.
At this time, Chang'an had been wandering on the mountain for an unknown number of days. When he was thirsty, he looked for stream water to drink, and when he was hungry, he ate some animal carcasses and wild fruits.
He was lying dying under a dead eagle wolf.
Bei Shi probed his chest, he was still a little alive, but he looked about the same.
The middle-aged man turned over the body of the eagle wolf thoughtfully, and found a scrap knife with its mouth curled up from its throat.
He knew this move and taught it himself. It's just that this knife was handed out with a mighty force, but it was about to be withdrawn later. The little guy's knife was rolled into his mouth and stuck inside, and he couldn't pull it out. , Unable to pull it out and still holding on to the handle of the knife, he was knocked unconscious by the corpse of the eagle wolf.
Fortunately, his luck was good, the Eagle Wolf was only sharp and clawed, and he was not a big guy, at least he didn't crush him to death on the spot.
Bei Shi lightly kicked the eagle wolf's body aside with his toes, and then went to break the child's hand—it couldn't be broken, it was too tight, and he didn't dare to use force. The palm of his hand was not enough to fit, it was covered with large and small wounds, Bei Shi was afraid that his fingers would be broken accidentally, so he had to clamp the middle of the broken copper and iron with two fingers, "snap" With a crisp sound, the knife was easily broken, and it was cleanly broken into two pieces from the handle.
Then he bent down, picked up the child, and walked towards the deep mountain.
How did such a little thing that can die when pinched, struggle for so many days? no one knows.
Bei Shi walked very steadily, with almost no sound under his feet. He was carrying a small basket full of herbs.
His figure seems to be relatively thin among adult orcs, if it weren't for the inconspicuous animal pattern on the back of his hand, he would almost look like a gentle doctor sub-beast. There are inconspicuous fine lines at the corners of his eyes, the cuffs and trouser legs of his coarse linen clothes are casually rolled up, and his long hair is neatly tied down behind him. Apart from being a bit downcast, there is nothing more special about him.
However, on this Yufeng mountain, which is in danger every step of the way, he seems to be strolling in the garden, walking straight to a small wooden house on the mountainside. The monsters and giant beasts that appear one after another in the forest are like little ghosts avoiding evil spirits. In the same way, nothing dared to appear along the way except for the sound of animals fleeing from the surrounding dwarf bushes.
Including the two-headed snake that dominates the mountain.
When Chang An woke up, it was already ten days later.
If he doesn't wake up again, Bei Shi is already planning to throw him out. The man had never seen such a troublesome child. He had a high fever in waves. It was hard for him to lower the temperature. After a while, the fever continued.
When he had a fever, Chang An unconsciously rubbed back and forth on the bed, rolled himself into a curled up shape, clenched his chest tightly, as if he couldn't breathe, and unconsciously made a fragile whimpering sound from his mouth. In a coma or asleep and having nightmares.
Even sometimes, Chang An would shed tears without warning, and his tears were also very strange, and no one else could notice them without saying a word, but when he touched them with his hands, he could touch a tear on his pale little face. Get wet.
It looked wretched.
This made Bei Shi feel a little pity for him besides his curiosity.
As soon as Chang An opened his eyes, he knew that he was no longer in the woods. He was in a small wooden house, and the mysterious middle-aged man he was looking for was sitting next to him. The man was facing away from him, and seemed to be taking a nap by the window .
That's it... found it
Chang An blinked blankly, he couldn't believe it.
Bei Shi didn't turn his head, but he sensed it the moment the child opened his eyes, and muttered: "Little thing, I can't do it at all, so I'm a little lucky."
He stood up and stretched, glanced at Chang'an, went out for a while, and came in a large bowl, which was porridge made from sprouted wheat, something was put in it, it was dark.
"Eat." Bei Shi put the big bowl aside.
Chang An didn't even think about it, picked up the bowl, and almost couldn't hold it—his wrists were weak and limp, so he hurriedly held it with both hands, and then drank it tremblingly. There was a strange smell in the porridge. The taste, if you taste it carefully, it doesn't seem to be fishy, but like some kind of very strong herbal medicine, but this is porridge after all, much more delicious than those carrion and half-ripe fruits in the forest.
Bei Shi knew the fishy smell of the herbal medicine, and was ready to put on a serious face, trying to force him to eat it, but who knew that this little thing seemed to have some kind of ganoderma lucidum, fairy grass, mountain and sea delicacies, and after a while, it turned out Drank the big bowl upside down.
Chang An put down the bowl, and sat for a while pressing his stomach in pain—he ate too much.
But he was reluctant to spit it out, and he was ready to swallow it back if the food came up instead. Eat it, it is his, no one else will see it again.
Strange, don't children like to eat candy and act like a baby? Bei Shi looked at this little thing and thought to himself: So it's a little freak.
He didn't get the time to communicate with the little freak. The two of them stared wide-eyed for a while, and the herbal medicine took effect. Chang An fell asleep, and this time he was honest. It's a little more rosy.
Bei Shi stretched out his hand out of curiosity, and poked Chang An's face carefully, it was soft, delicate and tender, he felt very strange, as if this little thing was not of the same kind as himself.
However, Bei Shi's curiosity completely disappeared after Chang'an was able to run and jump. He was almost annoyed by this little thing. Whether he was eating, drinking or solving other problems, he could see this little thing persevering. He followed him terribly.
And he is like a starling, tossing and turning, he can only say one sentence: "I want to learn a knife."
Finally, Bei Shi couldn't bear it any longer, he jumped up and shouted at him: "Learn to learn the sword! Can you say something else? Why should I teach you? You can't learn it!"
"I can learn it." Chang An raised his head, stared straight at Bei Shi with his big grape-like eyes, and shouted like Bei Shi, "I want to learn sword!"
Bei Shi said patiently: "You are a sub-beast, why don't you learn how to be a carpenter? How to settle accounts for others? If you really can't do it, you can become a doctor..."
Chang'an: "I want to learn swords."
Bei Shi continued to say earnestly: "What's the use of learning a knife? You see, I have learned it, but I still have to eat, drink, and mess every day. I have no money, no power, and I don't even have a beautiful wife. You are so small. What are you so persistent about?"
Chang'an: "I want to learn swords."
Bei Shi scratched his hair in pain, and asked, "Can you handle a knife?"
Changan "swiped", took out a small knife the size of an adult's palm, and showed it to Bei Shi.
Bei Shi: "..."
He was dumb for a moment, then asked, "Where did you get it?"
Chang An said calmly: "In the small house next to your yard, I can only carry this one now, but I will grow up, and when I grow up, I can pick up the biggest one."
Bei Shi sneered, looked at him with raised eyebrows and said, "Saber? You still want to play with a saber? You really... think too much and you won't grow tall."
Chang An's eyes were staring, he was puffed up, his little cheeks were puffed up, it was very funny, Bei Shi couldn't help poking him a few times.
Then he squatted down, curled up his body as much as possible, lowered his gaze to the same level as Chang An with great difficulty, and roughly grabbed Chang An's hair, successfully grabbing the child's hair out of the shape of a bird's nest .
The man had a gentle and happy smile on his face, but his words were very cold. He asked: "Little silly hat, tell me, I live a good life by myself, why should I take in such a small burden like you? On this Yufeng Mountain , Eagle wolf is the weakest thing, it can almost toss you to death, you can't even chop wood, what can you do?"
Chang An stared at him blankly for a while, and thought about this question for a while. He regarded this as an entry test question, so he thought about it very seriously for a long time, and then said to Bei Shi: "You teach me a knife, and I can Take a knife to chop wood for you, and you can also hunt and hunt meat for you.”
"Yeah, you're not stupid." Bei Shi straightened up and stood up, almost amused by him, "You also know how to pay after eating."
Chang An stared at him blankly for a while, feeling a little apprehensive, wondering if his answer passed the test.
"You're only so old, why don't you live well, why do you want to use these murder weapons?" After Bei Shi finished speaking, he looked at Chang An and shook his head, as if he was about to walk away.
Chang An was in a hurry, he opened his mouth, but his tongue was always clumsy, he didn't know where to start.
However, at this moment, a little tune from the depths of his memory suddenly popped up—he didn’t know where he heard that song before, and he didn’t remember who sang it, but the tune seemed to be engraved in his soul. , has always been there, with the smell of blood, rancidity and confusion.
"The true god falls into the sky, and the morality often collapses. Hurting the way of heaven, people can become beasts."
The childish voice hummed a nondescript song, and the child who sang seemed to not understand what it meant, but just bit down word by word according to the script, which was a bit ridiculous, but Bei Shi suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"The one who wields the knife screams, the herbivore runs, runs, runs, sesegougou..."
"Who taught you this?" Bei Shi turned around, and the man's playful smile disappeared, as did his kind eyebrows and kind eyes, revealing a bit of gloomy aura like a knife, but his voice was very soft, "Child, who taught this?" yours?"
Chang An shook his head blankly, he couldn't remember.
Bei Shi looked at him for a while, and noticed the red thread hanging around his neck, so he picked it up with his fingers, and saw the domino that the old man had hung on the child. It was very old, and the word "Chang'an" was written on the back. , with a huge fang engraved on the front.
The man pondered for a while, and then asked: "So you are from the Qinglong tribe? Why did you come here?"
Chang An still looked at him blankly, apparently not knowing what the "Qinglong Tribe" is, he said: "Zheyan brought me here... I don't know about other things."
"Zheyan? Then where is this philosopher?"
This time, Chang An lowered his head and looked at the toe of his shoe expressionlessly. After a while, he said in a low voice, "Zhe Yan is dead."
Bei Shi was stunned for a while—the child called that man Zheyan, not Adie, so it was obvious that he was not a relative, a person who was not related to him, left the tribe with a young child and joined another tribe, and this child was obviously nothing The little fellow of unknown origin, he even got the blessing of the elder of the tribe, and got the old man's only token.
All Bei Shi could think of was their original tribe...
He suddenly sighed heavily, his eyes skipped over the dense forest on Yufeng Mountain, the expression on his face was unspeakable. In this mountain, there is no distinction between morning and evening, and the sun and the moon. In the blink of an eye, the world outside has turned round and round.
Bei Shi gently pinched the back of the child's neck like petting a kitten, and asked softly, "Then what's your name?"
"My name is Chang An."