Chapter 251: Dad, You Cried Just Now

Before closing the wooden door, the instructor looked inside and saw a ten-year-old girl tightly dragging another nine-year-old boy on the bed. She dragged the boy to the foot of the bed, then hugged the boy's head and let him Nesting in her arms, the originally terrified expression on his face gradually became calm and quiet.

After night comes day, and after day comes night.

For five whole days, the girl didn't eat a sip of food or drink a sip of water. She just hugged the boy's corpse in a numb manner until the corpse was slowly covered with maggots and gave off a stench, and the boy's face gradually turned rotten. Flies hovered around them.

If the girl accidentally touches the boy too hard, her small fingers may even poke directly into the boy's skin, but his skin is not blood, but yellow-brown pus.

Until the morning of the sixth day, the instructor came in and dragged away the boy's body.

The girl yelled crazily, her body was covered in corpse water, but she was persistent in grabbing the boy's corpse.

The instructor frowned, slapped her on the face, lifted her collar, and said to her: "Someone is coming to pick you up today, follow him obediently, do you hear me?"

The girl refused and kept calling.

The instructor used the old method to knock her unconscious, and then threw her to the camp nurse.

The nurse washed her clean, and when the girl woke up, she had already been put on clean clothes. An old man in a Chinese Tang suit was sitting in front of her bed.

The instructor stood beside him respectfully, lowered his head and said, "Old Yun, this is the child."

The old man nodded kindly, lowered his head, and pinched the girl's chin.

The girl bit him reflexively, the instructor was about to attack, but the old man waved his hand.

Then, everyone saw the girl biting the old man's wrist, but the old man didn't seem to feel anything, just smiled gently.

The girl herself also found that what she bit was obviously meat, but it was like biting a piece of iron. No matter how hard she tried, her teeth couldn't sink any deeper.

The old man smiled and said: "This is called the golden bell jar, and you can learn it in the future."

The girl didn't understand, but just stared at him fiercely.

But the old man patted her head, took his hand out of her mouth, stood up, and said to the instructor: "I want this child."

The instructor smiled: "The price..."

"Just as you said."

The instructor shook his head: "Double."

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at him.

The instructor said: "This is a Chinese child. I heard that only Chinese children can learn your kind of kung fu. She is of the right age and has more explosive power than the previous children. I have a hunch that she will not be yours anymore." As a backup, she should be the final candidate you have been looking for, so my price is not too much."

The old man pondered quietly, looked at the girl again, and finally smiled: "Okay."

The old man wanted to take the girl away, but the girl refused to die. She searched everywhere, but she couldn't find her brother.

"What is she looking for?" the old man asked.

The instructor said: "Her brother's body."

The old man suddenly realized: "The medium that inspired her?"

The instructor nodded.

"Then give her the body."

The instructor hesitated, and still sent someone to pick up the body, but in just two short hours, when the boy's body was brought back, it was in a mess, his face was almost eaten by wild beasts, his hands and hands were all gone. The feet are gone, and even the stomach has a big hole glistening with blood.

But the girl didn't care, rushed up and hugged the corpse, and refused to let go!

The old man took the girl, and the girl, holding the mutilated body, boarded the jeep out of the forest.

In the car, the girl was sitting on the back seat, staring down at her younger brother's facial features-less face, grabbing his eyeballs with her small hands, and carefully putting his eyeballs back into their sockets, and when she succeeded, she would curl her lips into a smile , as if her younger brother was smiling at her.

The driver touched his nose through the rearview mirror. Because the interior of the car was closed, the stench of corpses almost made his stomach sick.

The old man was sitting in the passenger seat, closing his eyes quietly.

The driver couldn't take it anymore, and opened the window, intending to catch his breath.

At this moment, a crow flew in from the window, flew straight to the rear seat, and landed on the dry and hard seat cushion.

"Damn it!" the driver cursed.

The girl also turned her head to look at the crow beside her.

The black bird looked at the girl's little face, tilted its head, and called out, "Jie!"

...

"Dad...Dad..."

A thin voice rang in my ears.

The scary green forest, the cloudy sky, the old man in Tang suit, the bloody corpse, the black jeep, the joy of finally returning to his parents is slowly fading and disappearing.

When Liu Wei suddenly opened her eyes, what she saw were two worried little children's faces.

"Father." Liu Xiaoli finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mother woke up. He pinched his sleeves, wiped his mother's sweat, and said, "Father, you scared me to death."

Liu Wei sat up from the bed, rubbed the center of her eyebrows, but felt the sticky liquid on her face.

Liu Xiaoli sat next to his mother, pouting and said, "Father, you were crying just now."

Liu Wei paused with her fingers, wiped the corners of her eyes without any trace, and shook her head: "It's sweat."

Liu Xiaoli looked at her mother for a while, then finally lowered her head without refuting.

Rong Jindong next to him pursed his lips and said nothing, he just saw that Uncle Liu was really crying.

They were sleeping soundly just now, but at some point, he suddenly heard the sound of rolling around him, he was woken up, and when he got up to look, he saw Uncle Liu curled up, eyes closed tightly, tears one by one Pieces rolled down from the corners of their eyes.

He was terrified and hurriedly woke up Xiao Li's brother.

But the two of them yelled for a long time, but Uncle Liu still didn't wake up. It wasn't until Xiao Li's younger brother pinched Uncle Liu's temple acupuncture points with his fingernails just now that Uncle Liu finally woke up.

Rong Jindong was very worried, because he never knew that a person would cry so sadly in a dream, that kind of crying, without making a sound, just tossing and turning, with no expression on his face, but tears rolling down crazily.

"What time is it now?" Liu Wei asked a little more consciously.

Xiao Li glanced out the window: "Third watch."

"You can still sleep for a while." Liu Wei said, then lay down, and said to the two children: "You can also sleep for a while, tomorrow will be very busy."

The two children looked at each other, but Liu Xiaoli no longer slept in Rong Jindong's arms, but shrank to his mother's side, hugging her waist stickily.

Liu Wei hugged her son impatiently, glanced at Rong Jindong who was still lying down, and patted the other side of herself to Rong Jindong.

Rong Jindong hesitated, slept on the other side of Liu Wei, and lay down nervously.

Liu Wei hugged a child and closed her eyes again, but until the two children fell asleep again, Liu Wei just closed her eyes and did not fall asleep again.

The scene in the dream was so clear that Liu Wei could even feel how clear the sky was when he left the jungle.