The door closed with a click, and Ye Peitian was alone in the narrow room.
The sound insulation here is poor, and he can hear all kinds of sounds clearly.
There was a baby crying, his mother soothed softly.
Someone was washing the dishes, and the metal cutlery collided with each other, making a ping-pong-pong sound.
There are couples working on errands, and the creaking sound of the bed is mixed with the sweaty sound,
The child upstairs ran across the roof with bare feet, and the glass beads fell to the ground, making a series of clear jumping sounds.
A woman is scolding her man, and the man can't help begging for an explanation in a low voice. In another family, a man was beating a woman, and his woman was crying and screaming.
The voice full of life breath annihilated Ye Peitian.
The once lively years had settled in the deepest part of his memory, and he was suddenly turned over from the bottom of his dead heart, making him unfamiliar and unaccustomed to it.
He has not been in such a noisy environment for a long time,
How long is it? Three years, or five years
This is a human life, not a place for a devil like him.
Too noisy for this place.
These lively voices pierced into his hollow heart, and a hostile aura rose in his heart in vain.
Why, everyone can live such a lively life, only he was sacrificed in the black abyss alone.
It should cover everything here with yellow sand, make all sounds disappear, everything will be quiet, and return to the dead silence.
He's holding on, but those damn voices keep getting louder,
make him restless.
Ye Peitian looked at the mottled ceiling and felt that he should escape from here and return to the castle where he lived.
The castle made of yellow sand is empty and huge, with countless rooms. There is a desert within a radius of several miles, no one dares to set foot, and there will be no sound.
It was quiet, terribly silent, and he lit all the lights in all the rooms every night, alone in the huge castle.
That was the life he was used to, and that was where the devil should be.
Ye Peitian's hands were broken, he took a lot of effort to sit up, leaned against the wall and breathed for a moment.
The whole body is cold and painful, the blood in the body is almost drained, and the new blood is not enough to support the activities of the body.
But it doesn't matter, he can barely move, as long as he can move, he must leave.
It is not easy for him to balance without his hands. When he got out of bed, he couldn't stabilize and fell off the edge of the bed.
He struggled to get up from the ground, a small blood spot on the pillow entered his line of sight, the murderous Great Demon King was captured by that little red,
That little red dot seemed to be more dazzling than the winding sea of blood.
He stared blankly for a long time, unable to reach out, he could only touch the red dot with his eyes instead of his fingers.
It was the first time in so many years that blood had been shed for him.
There was a soft click from the window, and a little boy's head protruded a little from the high and small window,
In order to prevent theft, the windows here are high and small, and anti-theft railings are also installed. The little boy's head probed hard to make sure that the bed in the room was empty.
From the gap of the stainless steel anti-theft net, he stretched out a thin small arm, holding a long iron hook in his hand, reaching along the wall to the table under the window, tapping to see if he could Tick something.
He squeezed his face against the window, trying to squint, trying to see through the narrow perspective of the room to see if there was anything he could snatch away.
Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes.
Those eyes were cold and ferocious, like a wounded beast in the jungle.
The little boy who was accustomed to seeing the three religions on the black street was startled and got goosebumps on his back.
Until he saw a young man with broken arms slowly stand up from the bed.
"Damn it, I'm a crippled one. I'm scared." The thief under ten years old, one at a time, is not afraid of being caught.
Seeing that the people in the house could not threaten him, he even dared to swear at the window.
"What are you staring at, I'm still afraid of you being a cripple? Come on, where are the things hidden? Why is there nothing? They were all carried by the woman who just went out." His iron hook explored the house for a long time, Nothing was touched.
"Cut, take all the valuables with you, and leave a crippled little white face in the room."
He didn't steal anything, so he climbed a high wall for nothing. He was in a bad mood. He hung from the window and recklessly ridiculed Pei Tian.
He didn't even notice that the fine yellow sand was condensing behind him, and a sharp soil thorn was already aimed at his neck.
"Hey, are you hers?" The boy stretched out a little finger and turned towards Ye Peitian. The little gangster who lived on the street and made a living by stealing was used to running out of the mouth and making dirty jokes.
"Without both hands, that woman is still willing to support you, is it because you are good-looking?"
Leng Sensen's eyes swayed, and the killing intent in it suddenly dissipated.
The boy's feet fell to the yellow sand on the ground.
The proud thief did not know that he had just walked from the edge of life and death, and was still talking.
"I don't think you are so good-looking, but you're just a little pale. Maybe women like little white faces." He touched his sallow little face, "I don't know if I'm growing up, if there are any women who are willing to raise me like this."
At first, the boy felt that the man in the room was fierce, and stared at him with cold and fierce eyes, just like the eyes of countless people on this street looking at him.
He couldn't help but want to get mad at him, there was a crippled left and right, and he couldn't hit him anyway.
While talking, he suddenly felt that this person was actually okay.
No matter what he said, that person just stood there silently and listened, even listening a little seriously, giving him a feeling of being taken seriously. Few people could listen to him like this, and he was a little smug in his heart, and he kept talking without knowing it.
Li San's wife on the East Street stole the man's property and ran away with her little white face. Wang Ermazi of the West Street fawned on the second brother-in-law of the Chuncheng City Lord's cousin, who was about to tremble from now on.
The man in the room did not speak, and listened to his ramble silently.
The boy suddenly felt some sympathy for him,
A man, with broken hands and a pale face, was locked in the house.
It's really pitiful. It is estimated that except for the woman, no one can talk to him more.
"Hey, what's your name? How many days are you going to stay here? You must be so boring at ordinary times. Well, I can recognize you as a younger brother. When I'm free, I'll come and talk to you."
"Why don't you answer, are you dumb?"
Ye Peitian didn't know how to answer. Most of the time he was alone, and he didn't quite know how to communicate with others normally.
Sometimes no enemy came to him for a long time, and he even hoped that an enemy would appear in front of him. Although those people would only shout some ugly words, they were still alive after all, not cold yellow sand.
Nowadays, the monsters in the world are getting more and more powerful. If there is no enemy coming for a long time, he will worry that when he walks out of the castle one day, he will find that all the human beings in the world are dead, and there are only monsters and half-human beings left on the whole planet. he.
"Ah, I saw that your woman came back and slipped away first." The thief's head disappeared from the window.
Ye Peitian didn't know why he was a little flustered, he lay back on the bed and covered himself with the quilt in his mouth.
Footsteps and voices came from outside the door.
The doorknob turned, and the door was pushed open. A woman's face was exposed, and she smiled when she saw him.
The noisy voices from all sides seemed to stop in an instant, and there was only such a person's laughter left in the whole world.
"Please come in, sir." Chu Qianxun turned around and let a person behind him.
It was an old man in his fifties, with triangular eyes and splayed eyebrows, dry and thin, with a snarky look.
"It's him,"
Chu Qianxun lifted up the blanket covering Ye Peitian. She neatly piled the quilt on the bed, just covering Ye Peitian's face, revealing only the area in front of her chest.
The old man looked at the ferocious wounds, the muscles on his face trembled, he was just a healer who lived in the dark streets where the lower-level human beings lived, he had never seen such serious injuries before, and he knew about women The Demon Seed is basically going to be a waste of water, and he can't cure such an injury at all.
But no matter what, he won't have a hard time with the Demon Seed that is about to arrive.
Regardless of whether he can be cured or not, according to the rules, as long as the healer takes action, he must be charged. This woman foolishly invited him to treat this man for such a serious injury, and she could only blame herself for being stupid.
"This injury is a bit serious, and I'm not absolutely sure." He pretended to say.
"It's okay, just do your best."
For Chu Qianxun, as long as Ye Peitian's wounds can be slightly relieved, there is hope that he will recover on his own.
She did not dare to invite a high-level healer, nor could she afford it.
In order to treat Ye Peitian's injury, she almost spent all her savings, and even spent most of the demons that Gao Yan gave her.
However, Gao Yan's life was recovered by Ye Peitian, and Chu Qianxun, who spent her demon seed, had no psychological burden.
The old man coughed, and pretended to stretch out his fingers like chicken feet, hovering over Ye Peitian.
A white light shrouded those hideous wounds, and a black arc suddenly appeared on the wound, and the arc surged violently, covering it up along the white light.
The old man was taken aback, he held his trembling wrist, tried his best to stabilize his body, and with difficulty lifted the white light in his hand, the bottom of the white light was stained with countless terrifying black lines.
He took two steps back and fell on the wall, dripping with cold sweat.
"This, this..." He shook his hands, knowing in his heart that the person in front of him might not be able to be saved.
He rolled his eyes and pointed out a thin and black hand towards Chu Qianxun, "This is not the same as what we said, this injury is too serious, and it caused my old bones to fall apart. It can only depend on his own destiny."
Chu Qianxun took out a bag of Demon Seeds and placed it in his hand respectfully.
The old man opened the bag and took a look, his face was not very good, "It's so small, although it is a good amount, but you are a low-level demon. I have spent so many powers, enough to cure a few. The offender is too bad for me, so I have to add some more.”
Chu Qianxun apologized, but he said that, in the end, he didn't add a demon, and sent the very dissatisfied healer out.
She can have no face, but the Demon Seed can't be messed up.
The old man complained all the way out of the hotel, on a flat road, his calf was pulled by something, and he fell on the ground and gnawed on the mud.
"What's the matter? Who plotted against me?" He jumped up and looked around warily.
There was no one on all sides, only a thin layer of yellow sand on the ground flowed in the breeze.