Chapter 761 His Life Is Cheap, but He Doesn’t Want to Be!

Several people frowned and looked around, and finally found traces in the woods.

They found a pile of broken corpses that they could barely identify.

"Third brother, fourth brother!" shouted a member of the gang.

An accomplice said that the little boy was missing!

The boss clenched his fist and smashed the ground, and immediately ordered people to find him.

But after searching for a whole night, I couldn't find half of him. The little boy was gone, completely gone.

The boss sadly held the heads of the two brothers, but saw that the other brothers who had returned from the search had green faces. When they looked at the two heads in his hand, they actually swallowed their saliva and looked hungry.

The boss was shocked. Finally, he lowered his head, handed over the two heads, and said: "The third and fourth boss don't want us to starve to death here, so we will help them."

The boss gave an order, and not only the two heads, but the remaining intestines and internal organs, including the severed limbs, were gathered together, put in a boiling pot, and boiled.

At the same time, in the opposite direction to the prosperous Kyoto, a little boy, carrying his luggage, walked towards the north alone.

He walked very fast and ran very fast. His backpack was still bleeding. There was a lot of human flesh that he had shaved off. He could only take it out and eat it when he got to a safe place.

He has been gone for a long time, an hour? Two hours? Anyway, when he finally couldn't run anymore, he stopped and sat on a mountain, breathing heavily.

Thinking about it, you have completely stayed away from those people, right?

Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of thin footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Damn it!" the little boy cursed, not daring to stay any longer, got up, and continued running.

In fact, after killing people and shaving their flesh, he would always hear footsteps behind him, so he would keep running, and keep running, but the footsteps followed him like a shadow, as if they were following him. No matter how long or far he ran, , can always be heard.

Are those people really not going to let him go?

Yes, he killed two of their brothers, and of course they would not let him go. The little boy gritted his teeth and killed everyone, and he would not regret it!

Taking a deep breath, he gathered his strength and continued running. This time, he ran for another hour. When his head was sweating profusely, his lips were pale, and his face was ashen, he finally fell to the ground and could not get up again.

And the footsteps appeared again, right behind him, slowly, slowly approaching him.

The little boy closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and had a look of reluctance on his face, but he no longer had the strength to escape. He thought that if he was caught this time, he would definitely be miserable, so miserable that he couldn't even imagine it.

But what else can be done?

This is his fate, the fate given to him by God. He has been tortured since birth. God doesn't like him and wants him to die. What can he do?

Can people still fight against the sky?

As the footsteps got closer and closer, the little boy thought, if, he meant if, someone could save him now, no matter what that person asked him to do, he would do it, no matter what the price, he would do it.

As long as it keeps him alive.

His life is cheap, but he doesn't want to be cheap!

The footsteps came closer, and the little boy collapsed on the ground. He had sprained his foot and his ankle was already swollen. He curled up into a ball, his whole body trembling, but he did not open his eyes.

He didn't dare to open his eyes at all.

"Are you okay?" A cool voice sounded from behind.

It was a sound that I had never heard before.

The little boy clearly recognized that this was not the voice of one of the refugees, because the voice, like his own, was the voice of a child.

There were also many children in those large groups of refugees, but the voices of those children were different from this one. This one was particularly pleasant to hear.

The little boy opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked back cautiously. At this sight, he was completely stunned.

Behind him, stood a little boy in coarse linen clothes. This little boy looked about the same age as himself, but his face was cleaner than his. Oh, not only his face, but also his skin and hair were better than his.

The little boy felt that although this man was wearing low-quality clothes, his facial features were exquisite, white and tender, and he must be a young master from some family.

However, this young master is a little weird. He is holding a wooden pole in his hand and his eyes are closed.

The little boy didn't dare to be careless. He looked around and made sure that there was no one else around except the young master. Then he dared to sit up, pointed to the tip of his nose in surprise, and asked: "You...are you talking to me?"

The young master tilted his head, as if he thought his question was strange, and said, "Besides you, who else is there?"

The little boy looked into his eyes and blinked.

The young master seemed to know what he was suspecting, and said nothing. He just tapped the ground in front of him with a wooden pole. After making sure there were no obstacles, he slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and touched the little boy.

The little boy was startled and retreated reflexively: "What do you want to do?" He said, already holding two daggers in his hands.

The young master did not move, and said calmly: "You are injured."

The little boy looked at his swollen ankle and asked, "How do you know?" As he said that, he looked into the young master's eyes again.

The young master said: "I am blind, but my nose is still there." He sat on the ground and stretched out his hand to the little boy: "Let me touch where it is hurt."

The little boy was very wary of this young master who suddenly appeared in the deep mountains and wild forests. He hesitated and did not move. He even changed the position of his short knife, ready to kill this man at any time and shave off the meat as a spare ingredient.

But the little boy hesitated to move, and the young master finally said impatiently: "The smell of blood is very strong, you are seriously injured, don't delay, let me take a look."

The smell of blood?

The little boy looked at his feet. They were sprained, but they were definitely not bleeding. He had a lot of blood on his body, and there was a lot of bloody meat in the package on his back.

It turned out that this was what he was talking about.

The little boy sneered and thought to himself, such a stupid person's life would be in vain during this calamity. If not, I would give him a ride, which would be enough to exchange for a few good meals.

Thinking this, the little boy showed a weird smile on his face and said deliberately: "My injury is on my foot. My feet are dirty. Don't dirty your hands. You don't have to worry about me. We don't know each other. You Just let me die, since I don’t have enough food and clothing to keep warm every day, so I don’t want to live anymore.”

As the little boy said this, the hand holding the dagger quietly approached the young master and saw that it was already in front of his neck.

With just one strike, his neck can be slit open. It's as easy as killing a chicken.

The little boy was cruel, and the blade of the knife in his hand quickly moved downwards, but at the critical moment, he heard the young master say: "Are you hungry?"