tkworld Chapter 61
Chapter 61
"You killed my father." The child hugged his dead father, tears kept falling.
Although his father was not good to him and often beat and scolded him, he was still his only relative in this world.
"I saved you." It's a fact.
"But, you killed my father." The child said stubbornly.
"You want revenge?" The man in red pursed his thin lips and spoke again.
The child was silent, with his head deeply buried in his father's chest, and it took him a while to make a decision, looking up at the man in red: "Think."
"How do you take revenge if you don't have the strength?" The man in red smiled contemptuously with his thin lips slightly raised.
"I...I want strength..." The child clenched his hands and mustered up his courage.
"Then, come with me." The man in red stretched out his hand in front of the child again.
"But... I'm a monster..." the child shrank and said in a low voice.
"They're just afraid of your power. It's because of fear that they hate you, and they want to kill the things that bring fear to them." The man in red smiled, and a purple light flashed in his eyes.
"You have to remember that this is a world where the weak prey on the strong. Only with great strength can you live well."
The child looked at the man's bewitching face, listened to his words, stretched out his hand hesitantly, and gently held his fingers.
"I'll go with you."
At this moment, he still doesn't know what kind of crazy path his next fate will take.
"What's your name?" The man in red took the child by the hand and led him out of the burning village.
"Mo Xiaomeng..."
"The fetters between the name and life are endless, the incompleteness of the name imprints a lifetime, and even the fate is full of ups and downs..."
The gloomy underground chamber looked even more gloomy in the dim firelight. Gusts of cold wind blew through the weeping cockroach, and the flickering firelight cast strange shadows on the mottled wall.
The pungent bloody smell mixed with the rotten smell floated in the confined space.
On the spacious ground of the basement, a dark red liquid was flowing and converging into puddles.
Complete or mutilated corpses were piled up and scattered on the ground.
These corpses looked very young, with fear and ferocity showing on their immature faces, as if they had suffered great pain during their lifetime.Some corpses have been dead for many days, and the rotting bodies emit a stench, while others have just died not long ago, and hot blood gushes out from the wounds.
The silent basement is like a mausoleum full of death, and time is also forbidden here.
Maybe it's just a moment, or maybe it's been an eternity.
A relatively complete body lying in a pool of blood moved slightly.
This is a child who seems to be only ten years old. His body is covered with large and small wounds, some of which are still bleeding.
His chest rose and fell slightly, which made it clear that this was not a corpse.
A strong stench wafted from his nose, irritating his brain, and he finally began to regain consciousness. He moved his fingers, and then moved them again. With a painful □□□, he slowly opened his eyes and wriggled with difficulty. Crawling on the ground with a body full of wounds.
Climbing to another corpse, tearing off the clothes from that corpse with great effort, bandaged the wound on his body with the cloth, and fell to the ground again unable to move.
He stared blankly at the pitch-black roof above. The wounds on his body had been numb from the pain, as if he could no longer feel the pain. There was no sadness or joy in his heart for the fact that he was alive, and he had already lost the reaction he should have had.
Life has long lost its meaning in this Shura field, life now is death in the future.
However, the instinct to survive still drove him to seek a chance in this hell. He turned over and tore off a piece of blood-stained flesh from the corpse at an extremely slow speed, and stuffed it into his mouth to fill his hungry stomach.
A few days passed in the dark, as the only survivor in this cemetery-like basement, he ate those corpses when he was hungry, and fell into a puddle of blood to rest when he was tired, waiting for his injuries to heal.
The sound of footsteps came in the emptiness, step by step as if stepping on my heart.
A strange man dressed in red came from the passage in the basement, opened the closed door, and walked in front of him, his eyes as cold as a falcon fell on his blood-stained face.
The child raised his head silently, and looked at the man in red with nothing but emptiness and numbness in his eyes, as well as the cruelty and coldness hidden in his eyes.
The man in red nodded in satisfaction: "Very well, keep up." After speaking, he walked towards the basement exit.
An unknown light flashed in the child's eyes, and it returned to the lifeless darkness. He struggled to get up from the ground, and staggered behind the man in red.
"Your number?" the man in red asked lightly.
"67." A hollow voice.
"My name is guilty. Follow my surname, and you will be my disciple from now on."
"Yes."
"The hideous beast is an ancient monster. It is said that in times of war, the hideous beast will come to the mortal world as a symbol of troubled times."
"Its blood killing and cruelty are just like the misfortune it manifests, causing countless people to die under its sharp claws."
"From now on, it will be your name."
The stream is gurgling, crystal clear, and there are fish playing in the stream.
Peach blossoms are in full bloom on the shore, and the beige-colored petals are flying with the wind, falling into the stream, and flowing down the river.
A winding path leads to the depths of the peach blossom forest. Beside the path stands a white jade stele with the inscription: Peach Blossom Stream.
At the end of the path, red walls and green tiles are hidden among the peach trees. It is an elegant and unique house.
Such a place with beautiful scenery and such an elegant residence is like a fairyland on earth, but no one knows how many innocent souls are buried in this elegant house under this peach grove.
Passing through the peach forest, Fan Yuan entered the house, the scene inside was the same as when he left, making him feel like he was in a dream.
The wind chimes hanging under the eaves made a pleasant sound in the wind, and the woman in green stood in front of the house, smiling coquettishly: "Hey, you're back."
"You will live here from now on." The man in red walked to a room with the child and said.
"I've seen Daddy." A girl in green came out of a room next to her, walked lightly, and came to the two of them, and blessed the man in red with a crisp voice.
"This is my daughter, Li." The man in red said indifferently.
"Glass..."
The wind chimes are ringing, and the past is like the wind.
Fan Yuan pushed open the door, dust accumulated on the dressing table.
"Hey, I found out that I seem to like you a little bit."
"It's only a little bit, but if you like me too, I'll like you even more!"
In front of the dressing table, the girl smiled like a flower.
"Daddy is getting more and more crazy, he wasn't like this before!" the girl in green cried until Lihua was in tears.
"Hey, let's run away together! Find a place where Daddy can't find you and live in seclusion..." The woman in green held his hand, her face full of anticipation.
"Okay." He held her hand instead...
The crescent moon is like a knife, hanging high in the night sky, the stars are dim, and the moonlight is pale.
"Where do you want to escape to?" Thin lips raised lightly, a smile that was not a smile.Dressed in red, as bright as blood.
"Daddy..." The woman in green slumped on the ground, her face paler than the moonlight.
He knelt on one knee, supported his body with one hand touching the ground, and covered his chest with the other, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his lips: "Ahem...how do you want to deal with us?"
A dagger was thrown in front of the two of them.
"You decide for yourself, who will survive." The deep and emotional voice is as seductive as before, but the words are full of cruelty.
Two people, only one can live alone.
His eyes met the woman's.
Who gave birth?who died?
His fists were clenched tightly, and the fear of death beating his heart.
I don't want to die!
He suddenly got up and rushed towards the dagger, held it in his hand, and looked sharply at the man in red: "If I kill her, will you really let me go?"
"If you can survive, you will still be my good apprentice." The man in red smiled, and his eyes fell on the woman in green with a startled face: "It's the same with you, if you can survive, you will still be my daughter .”
"You... want to kill me?" The green-clothed woman trembled slightly, her face was pale, she turned her head and looked at the boy who was walking towards her with a dagger in disbelief.
"Li..." The young man held the dagger behind his back in his right hand and handed it to the woman, with a bitter smile on his face: "I love you...you must live well...for me..."
"No! I can't let you die for me!" Tears welled up from the eyes of the woman in green, and she shook her head violently, refusing to accept the deadly weapon.
"Only one of us can live..." The young man had already walked up to the woman, and gently wiped away the tears on her face with his left hand.
The woman raised her hazy teary eyes and revealed a bright smile.
Suddenly her expression changed, her delicate face became ferocious, her eyes were filled with fierceness, and her pair of jade hands carried the sound of the wind, and patted the young man.
At the same time, the young man's gentle expression also changed instantly, and he slashed fiercely with the dagger in his right hand.
"For me, you go to die!" The same words, different voices sounded at the same moment.
The dagger shone coldly under the moonlight, and sliced across the woman's throat.
The woman's palm also hit the boy's chest.
Both he and she want to live, after all, their own lives are always more precious than other people's lives.
Blood spurted out from the wound in the woman's throat, staining the clothes and the ground red.
The boy vomited blood and fell to the ground, his personnel unknown.
The so-called love is insignificant compared with survival.
They all chose to deceive each other, chose to use the other's life to save themselves, but the ending was...
The pale moon shone on the small courtyard, and they witnessed the struggle for survival together with the man in red.
The law of the jungle preys on the strong, the competition for survival is always so cruel...