Watch Out! Danger Ahead

After being rejected by Song Qingxiao, the child closed the door that had opened a gap in his heart again.

For the rest of the time, he was still affectionate to Song Qingxiao every day, but after falling asleep every night, he was very well-behaved and never crawled towards her as before.

Every night, the child exercises extreme restraint, shrinks into a ball and stays motionless.

As time passed, he brought home more food than before.

After returning, he no longer hid in the clay pot, but tried to feed it into Song Qingxiao's mouth.

Every time Song Qingxiao refused, he was not discouraged, and the next day he tried to repeat the actions of the previous day.

Sometimes he would have some unobvious injuries on his body, like being beaten, but he never cried out pain. When he saw Song Qingxiao, he still smiled and called ‘mother’ affectionately.

Song Qingxiao also went out occasionally and would collect some useful things for the children and move them back to the cellar.

Half a month later, her injuries were slowly recovering, and the things she brought back gradually increased.

A lot of things slowly piled up under the old cellar that was broken and empty, with cabinets and beds, like the prototype of a home.

However, the child's expression became more and more silent, as if he was not happy because of the changes in his'home', but often revealed an expression of restlessness and irritability.

He finally stopped trying to please her with a smile. Sometimes he took food back to her. After being rejected by her, he no longer entangled, but silently put it in a clay pot.

But at night, Song Qingxiao could sense that he stared at her with a pair of big eyes, silently looking in her direction, as if he had something to say.

Song Qingxiao planned to make a trip to Tiandao Temple before she was forcibly recalled for 800 years to find out the whereabouts of the baby born to Zhang Xiaoniang.

Although the child is also called her mother, but when she touches him, there is no spiritual fluctuation.

Maybe he has nothing to do with the voice in the ghost temple, everything is just a coincidence.

This evening, she was going to say goodbye to the child after he returned.

However, it was getting late, but still did not feel the child's breath.

Her injury improved, and after her strength recovered, her divine consciousness also recovered to as much as 20% of the peak state, covering a wider area, allowing you to search farther.

But she let go of her consciousness and searched for a while, and did not sense the existence of the branded breath she had laid, which proved that the child had not returned.

He is very defensive, living alone in such a place, if he is not careful, it is impossible to live until now.

No matter how far he goes, he must go home before nightfall and dare not stay away for a long time.

Song Qingxiao waited for a while, did not sense the appearance of the child, and immediately flashed out of the cellar.

It was getting late, and a full moon was high in the sky.

The air in this area seemed to be shrouded in the smell of a decayed corpse all year round, forming a layer of light green fog, enveloping this corner of the Shengjing city.

‘Kh-Kh-’

Above the broken wall in the distance, there was a vulture who was waiting for a meal of carrion to make a harsh and unpleasant cry.

Song Qingxiao traveled through the dark alleys, searching for the child's location.

In the darkness, many people opened their eyes and followed her greedily, but no one dared to act rashly for the time being.

Those who dare to go out at night in such a place are usually either fools or ordinary people.

It is impossible for people here to take action without confirming that she has lost the threat.

Just a single young woman is too tempting for people here. Even if they know there is a problem, many people do not give up and follow from a distance.

Song Qingxiao ignored the existence of these people, and instead let go of his consciousness and search here.

The imprint of God's consciousness on the child is still there, proving that the child is still alive.

She decided to quickly find this place in an hour, and if she still did not find the child, she would leave the Western District and continue to search for other places.

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This is a bit risky for her, after all, the environment of the West End is an excellent protective color for her.

Once she leaves this place, she will most likely be found by those searching for her whereabouts in the palace that day, and will be at risk of being hunted down.

However, Song Qing hesitated slightly and decided to find the child before talking.

Her power has been restored, as long as the emperor who is nourished by the dragon spirit in the palace does it himself, ordinary practitioners like Shengjing may not be able to trap her.

Fortunately, she was lucky. About three quarters later, the imprint of consciousness between her and the child was finally sensed.

Song Qing's expression was lifted, she immediately used her spiritual power, and took her steps—

All those who were following her who were plotting badly found that the person in front of her disappeared in an instant.

Many people were shocked, thinking that they had seen a ghost, and when they were looking for her location with wide-eyed eyes, Song Qingxiao had already flew into the air and moved closer to the direction where the child was.

In a large, dilapidated house, more than 20 people are enclosing the house.

It used to be like an ancestral hall with a table for worshipping ancestors in the middle, but as the place was abandoned, spider webs have long been formed.

The memorial tablets that had been trampled on were piled up in the corners, and countless dust-laden spider webs were hanging down, showing a somewhat desolate color.

In the middle of the ancestral hall, there was some dark red blood stains.

The blood stains penetrated deep into the ground and it was chilling.

This is the ‘execution’ place where Big Dog punishes disobedient subordinates, and there are often disobedient children here who are murdered.

Holding such a gathering is the only entertainment in the boring and impoverished lives of all West Side children, but it is the last nightmare of the tortured children in their lives.

Children who are accustomed to seeing death are not afraid of blood, and may even be excited and happy because someone has been cruelly tortured.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The children around them cheered loudly, giggling and crowded around the children in the middle.

The child who couldn't go home today was trapped in the middle. Under the grin of everyone, it looked like a panic beast forced into the fence, not knowing where to dodge.

A sturdy adult man was surrounded by stars like a moon, staring at this scene coldly, with indifference to life in those brown eyes.

He seemed to indulge in allowing these children to terrorize the children in the middle, wanting to warn those who tried to get out of his control to obey.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!"

The grinning children bend over, do weird looks, and yell at the alert child in the middle.

His expression was a little disturbed, and his eyes were shaking.

He was slapped on the face, swollen high, and the corners of his mouth were broken and blood was flowing out.

On the way he was brought, he had obviously suffered a bit, and when he stood up, one of his legs was a little lame.

Everyone was spinning around him, he kept swallowing saliva, although he was scared, his eyes rolled, as if he wanted to find a way out.

"All right."

Seeing that everyone was about to make a noise, a person next to Big Dog finally uttered a voice.

The other children stopped grinning, eyes flashing fiercely incompatible with their age, like wolfs, staring at the child's body, waiting for him to die later and eating his flesh.

Some people thought of the pomp and even swallowed their saliva uncontrollably.

"What is this kid's name?"

The man surrounded by stars in the middle spoke lazily, and before the people beside him could speak, the child surrounded by the middle seemed to have found a way out, showing a flattering smile:

"Big Dog, my name is A Shou."

"Huh?" When the man saw the child talking, he couldn't help but grinned, and said to the person beside him:

"So clever?"

"Big Dog is all taught well. After following Big Dog, I feel like I'm awake a lot."

The child pleased and laughed, and the man beckoned:

"Climb here."

He knelt down without saying a word, and quickly crawled in the direction of the man.

Seeing his ugly manner, other people couldn't help laughing and laughing.

"What's wrong with him?" The man saw that he was so obedient, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but pretending to be unknown, he asked his side.

"Big Dog, he hasn't paid tribute this month!"

Children in the West District must pay tribute to Big Dog every month. There are a lot of tribute items. If the amount is less than 80%, it needs to be doubled next month.

And if the difference is too much, there will be life concerns.

Every month, in this execution room, there are children who cannot pay tribute and lose their lives in a very miserable way.

Under such coercion, many children have no choice but to do anything to survive. Sometimes their companions will turn their faces because of tribute, ranging from fighting injuries to severely losing their lives.

The children living here are like wolves, and they are very guarded against each other.

"No tribute?"

Judging from the man's expression, he already knew it, but he pretended to be surprised.

In the West End, these controlled children dare not resist.

Under the **** and cruel management method, some children may not pay tribute due to insufficient ability, but no child has ever dared not to pay tribute at all.

This is tantamount to a provocation for Big Dog.

A bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, and the flesh on his face jumped a few times, coldly looking down and kneeling in front of him, the thin and petite child, as if looking at a dead object.

"Big Dog, I am delayed this month, but next month, I promise to pay tribute, double...no," the child desperately shook his head:

"Three times, five times, I will make up!"

"Why did you delay?" The man cruelly twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed dark, and he asked softly.

"The situation is tense recently, I didn't want anything good..."

The child replied without hesitation. Before the voice fell, he heard a child screaming:

"No, he lied!"

It was another child standing next to Big Dog. He pointed to the child and said:

"He must have betrayed Big Dog and gave others the food he was going to get."

The child turned his head and recognized the child who was talking: "Afu—"

This is one of the children who talked to him when he was at the bottom of the well. At this time, he was standing next to Big Dog, as if he had been'reused' by him.

When he heard the child calling his name, he was very proud:

"God father, he personally said last time, his mother found him!"

"You bullshit!"

When the child heard this, he finally couldn't help it, and angrily wanted to rush towards Ah Fu.

But when he was just there, he was held down by the half-aged boy next to Big Dog.

All the children came up like crazy, or hit him secretly, or kicked him.

"I'm not talking nonsense! Big dog, I heard what he said personally that day, and it was not only me, except for the dead Axi, everyone heard it."

"Your mother is really here?" The big dog smiled and asked the child who had been beaten and swollen on the ground.

"No, no, I lie." The child shook his head desperately, nosebleeds running down his lips:

"I, I just wanted to show off in front of Ah Fu..."

The child knows that he is in danger, and without waiting for the big dog to speak, he said:

"I'm just an orphan, and Big Dog knows that if someone gives me a little bit of food, I dare to call my father and mother. How does that count?"

Every child here is like this, they are unscrupulous in order to survive.

The man was amused by his words and nodded in agreement.

He took out a small piece of bun from his arms and placed it in his palm.

Every yellow-faced, hungry child swallowed subconsciously the moment he saw that piece of bun, and his eyes showed greed.

Everyone wants to eat this. It is much better than the food that children usually eat.

Even the child who was suppressed on the ground made a scream of ‘cooing’ in his stomach and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Want to eat?" the big dog asked, clutching the steamed bun.

The child nodded desperately.

"Then call your parents to listen." The man said with a smile as if he was teasing a dog.

The child who was suppressed on the ground did not hesitate and shouted crisply:

"father!"

"Hey, call again." The man nodded and said again.

"Father!" The child called again, and the man said: "Come on, call A Funiang."

The child who had been flattering before, his expression froze when he heard this.

"Call, your name is mother."

As soon as the child named Ah Fu got a gesture from Big Dog, he immediately provoked proudly.

The smile on the child's face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were pursed.

The man's expression became cold and cold, and the smile on the corner of his mouth looked a lot of crippling:

"Called A Funiang."

The child's mouth became a line, but he refused to speak.

"Call mother, I immediately let you go and give you this piece of food." The man coaxed softly.

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"Call a mother!"

The man lifted his leg and stepped on the child's shoulder with a ‘bang’, shouting loudly!

His body is fat and powerful. When he stepped on this foot, the child's body was slanted, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead, but he still pressed the corners of his mouth stubbornly.

"Call mother, call mother!"

He kicked it down, and every time he kicked it, he made a loud bang.

The child was kicked into a ball, trying to hug his head.

"He's not my mother..."

He whispered, with persistence:

"He's not my mother..."

"It seems that I have a mother. It's great. I haven't seen a woman in the Western District for a long time." The man kicked a few times, panting, and took the veil from the half-old boy beside him and wiped his face. The Tao:

"Execute him."

Everyone cheered.

The child lying on the ground was so angry that he whispered:

"I have a mother..."

"It hurts…"

He shrank his body tighter, feeling scared, but also reluctant to give up his life.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the door of the room being slammed open, and the smelly night breeze poured in.

"Aqi."

He heard a familiar female voice, the child's carnival stopped, everyone stopped their hands and looked at the door.

The child tried his best to open his swollen eyelids, and the blood overflowing from his eyes blurred his vision.

A familiar figure walked over and slowly embraced him.

"Am I going to die?" the child murmured, reaching out to touch her face, grinning, and smiling:

"Mother, you are here..."

She once said that if he was beaten next time, she would definitely come, mother did not lose her promise.