Listening to the shrill howling of those women, I felt my heart trembling, and the tragic death of my mother exploded in my mind again. I was angry but scared. At that time, I felt for the first time that I felt so useless and so weak.

I hid in the corner and didn't dare to see those tragic scenes. A rioter discovered me, kicked me away, and laughed: "Little bastard, do you still dare to feast your eyes here? Hurry up and find meat for me to eat and drink!"

I quickly ran out. The wind and snow outside pounced on my thin body like a knife, making it painfully cold. I began to search in those rooms, but there were too many rooms, and I was lost and couldn't tell the direction. When I passed by a remote yard, I fell into a basement.

I was so shocked that I was staring. The basement was dark and I didn't dare to move. It was not until I smelled the smell of wine in my nose that I could see clearly that this was a wine cellar that I had hidden wine.

There is a lot of wine here.

I relieved my body for a while and started to move wine.

As soon as I picked up a jar of wine, I saw someone pounced out from the shadow in front of me. I was startled and instinctively retreated back. The man threw me to the ground. In a panic, I saw a dagger stabbing towards my neck.

I was terrified and struggled hard. Fortunately, the man was not very strong. The sharp knife edge did not stab me in my life, but it also cut a wound on my neck, and blood was so painful.

In the crisis, I tried my best to resist. I grabbed the man's hand holding the knife desperately, and the two rolled and twisted on the ground. During the fight, I found that the man was actually a child about the same age as me. He heard him tear up with me and shouted in a crying voice: "Bad man, I want to kill you, kill you!"

It turned out that this child regarded me as the murderers outside.

I couldn't speak for a moment, so I could only continue to fight with him. Soon I was exhausted and my clothes were soaked with sweat. Perhaps my strength was a little stronger than him, but later he was suppressed by me. I grabbed his knife and threw it away, and took out the knife hidden on his body with my backhand. The blade edge was placed on his neck.

He suddenly became quiet.

I whispered to him panting: "Stop! I'm not a bad person!"

The child glared at me with his eyes wide open, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "You are the bad guy! Why do you come to kill me if you are not the bad guy?"

He began to struggle again.

I tried my best to suppress him and said anxiously: "Don't shout, I'll really kill you if you're calling me!"

This sentence is very useful, and he stopped moving immediately.

"I don't believe you, you are a bad person." Although the child's body did not move, his mouth was still fierce.

I had no strength, but I couldn't really kill him because I really couldn't do it. So I decided to get stuck.

I slowly withdrew the knife and said to him, "As long as you stop, I will let you go."

The child seemed to be unable to believe it. I could feel his hesitation, but he did not move or scream.

I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly got up and left him, but I still held my knife tightly. After staying with those who killed people outside for a long time, I naturally learned not to relax my vigilance and trust others easily.

A brief tranquility appeared in the dim wine cellar, with only the heavy breathing of two weak children.

I listened carefully and found that there was nothing strange outside. The child had already gotten up and leaned against the wall. I felt him staring at me tightly.

The light in the wine cellar was very dim, and I could hardly see his appearance clearly, but strangely, I could see his eyes clearly. The eyes were very bright and bright, just like two stars in the night sky, with a faint dazzling starlight.

I couldn't help but look at his eyes a few more times. The stars in the eyes seemed to have a strange magic. When I saw them in my eyes, the gaze seemed to pierce into my heart in an instant, and suddenly felt like a needle prick.

My vest suddenly became cold and I quickly looked away.

I didn't have time to think about more and said to him, "Who are you?"

The child was still very alert to me, and he replied in a very disgusting tone: "Why should I tell you?"

I didn't want to get into him too much, and said, "Then do you know how to escape?"

When the child heard this, the starlight in his eyes flashed a few times, and he seemed to not believe me. "You want to let me go?"

I nodded and said, "I was caught by them too. If you know how to escape, it's still time to run away."

The child's vigilant expression relaxed a little, and he whispered, "This is my home, of course I know how to escape." He paused and asked me, "You said you are not those robbers, then have you seen my parents?"

My heart sank. It turned out that he was the child of this family, and probably was hidden in this basement by his family in panic. I don’t know who his parents are, but now this family has been almost wiped out, so his parents are probably killed.

I shook my head and whispered: "I don't know who your parents are, but they have all killed everyone outside... Your parents shouldn't be able to survive..."

When I heard this, I thought he would be frightened. But unexpectedly, he was not very excited, just bit his lips, and the strange eyes gradually filled with tears.

His lips were chewed out of blood by his teeth. But he didn't cry.

I was very shocked. This child seemed a little different. He had the strength and calmness that his peers, including me, did not have.

"Are you really willing to let me go?" After a moment of silence, he asked me.

In order to get him to leave immediately, I picked up the dagger on the ground and threw it at his feet, and said, "I let you go. Whether you can escape alive depends on your own life."

He immediately picked up the dagger and held it tightly in his hand, looked at me with a suspicious light in his eyes, and then he quickly ran to the door of the wine cellar.

He looked back at me and asked, "Why didn't you escape?"

Looking at the door, my heart was constantly struggling and hesitating whether to run away with him. Thinking of those murderers, the fear and fear derived from my cowardice began to spread throughout my body. But the scene of my mother's death was like a nail in my mind. I tried not to let the tears of fear flow out, and I couldn't leave! If I left now, the inhuman humiliation I suffered before would always become inner fear, and my parents' blood revenge could not be avenged.

I want to take revenge! Although this is incredible for a seven-year-old child, it is the only thing I can do for my dead parents.

So I wiped away the tears from my eyes hard, shook my head and said to him, "I won't leave, I have something to do."

He looked at me with amazement, and then he stopped talking and turned around and ran out.

As I watched him leave, I suddenly felt a feeling of loss but gladness in my heart. Lostness was the first time in the past six months that I could say so much to someone, but time was so short. Fortunately, he left, and at least he had a chance to live. And I had no choice because I had no way out.

I held a jar of wine and started to find the way back. At this time, there was a heavy wind and snow outside, as if God was angry about the tragic incident here. I walked around the manor for a long time before I saw the front yard tripping at the corner. Fortunately, the wine jar was not broken. I looked carefully and found that what tripped me was a bloody head. I felt disgusted and couldn't help but start vomiting.

I staggered up and walked out, and the howling of the women in the yard in front had stopped. I hid in the corner behind and heard someone talking.

"I didn't expect this place to be quite fat. This trip was not in vain. The money here has been enough for half a year, right?"

"Fat is fat, but it is also a hard idea. Do you think about it, how many of us still have?"

I could hear the sound was exactly the voice of Lao Daozhezi.

"Well, when we came, eleven people were already dead, and now three of them were killed. Half of Dou Zhugan's head was cut off, and he had not yet died."

This person's voice was very cold.

"Then who will help him, so that he will suffer."

Lao Daobazi's tone was also cold and without any emotion.

I immediately heard someone screaming. I couldn't help but stick out my head curiously to peek, and saw a person's knife just pulled out of the heart of another injured person whose head had been cut off and a stream of blood was sprayed.

"Dou Zhugan, don't blame me. Everyone is a terrible person. When you get down, remember that I will give you a ride and save you from your life."

I was shocked to see that these people were once partners, but now they are still so straightforward and neat in their own hands, without any human nature.

"Why haven't that little bastard come back yet?" Lao Dao finally thought of me and scolded loudly.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out and put the wine down.

Someone next to me raised his hand and slapped me in the face. I only heard a slap in my face, and then my whole head immediately buzzed, and stars appeared in front of me and fell down.

"Damn it, it's so hard to find something to eat, so you might as well die!" The man who hit me sneered and scolded.

My eyes were blurred by the beating, and it took me a long time to recover from my mind. Blood flowed out of my nose, and I stroked half of my burning and painful face, and saw the women who were stripped naked in the corner not far away. They had been dead for a long time now, and their bodies were piled together like slaughtered pigs, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

My stomach twisted violently again, and I couldn't help vomiting again, but I couldn't vomit anything.

When the murderers saw it, they began to laugh loudly.

I saw that the rest of them had wounds on their bodies, especially the old knife handle, one of their thighs was cut off for a long bloody mouth, and they were bleeding constantly. He grinned in pain. Although they were laughing now, I could feel that they were already very tired.

A rioter brought the wine jar and handed it to Lao Dao. After taking a few sips, he suddenly sprayed a sip of wine on the wound, which made him scream in pain, gritted his teeth and exhale.

The rioter immediately handed him a fire note, and Lao Dao gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, when he was fighting, he only saw others doing this, but he didn't expect that I should be suffering this now!" After saying that, he poked the fire note with flames on the wound covered with wine. A flame suddenly popped up on his thigh, burning the entire wound.

There was a burnt smell in the air, and the flames on the thighs were really shocking.

"Enough is enough! Are you going to burn me to death?" Lao Daozhazi immediately started to curse when he saw that his subordinates did not move.

The subordinate quickly pressed a piece of clothing on his wound, and the pain made the leader look ferocious and his forehead sweated coldly.

When the rest of the people saw this scene, they couldn't help laughing again. One joked: "Boss, the smell of your hot wine roasted human meat is quite fragrant. Do you want to cut it into pieces to taste it?"

Lao Dao twisted his face and said coldly: "When you are going to die one day, I will definitely use your head to taste the taste."

The man shut up immediately.

I was stunned and thought to myself, it turned out that this wine could burn like firewood!

Lao Dao seemed to have lost half his life, and he leaned against the ground with his body limp and said, "If you are injured, bandage it quickly. If you can still walk, find something to fill your stomach. We will rest here for a night tonight and wait until the snow stops tomorrow before leaving."

The guy who slapped me in the face grabbed me, "Little bastard, hurry up and find more wine. You should hurry up and beat you to death if you are slower."

I didn't dare to speak, so I could only go out to move wine.

When I moved out of the yard, I vaguely heard the man say, "Boss, how long do you plan to stay that little bastard? We have enough money tonight. It's a burden to take him with me. There is no need to keep him anymore, right?"

I heard it and my vest chilled and my whole body began to tremble involuntarily.

"That boy is really capable of supporting himself, and his life is strong enough." He heard Lao Dao's cold voice say, "Let him live another night, and let him be a burial with these people tomorrow morning..."

Suddenly the wind and snow were strong, and I couldn't hear any other sounds in my ears.

They are going to attack me, and I will die tomorrow morning.

My whole body was trembling, and a huge sense of fear spread from the bottom of my heart, which made my whole body cold.

The idea of ​​escaping again appeared in my heart, and the idea became increasingly strong, making my mind blank as weak, and the fear of death was like falling into the deep sea, almost making me breathless.

I was so scared that I shed tears. But I didn't dare to cry.

I once couldn't help but move my steps and wanted to escape, but when I saw the dark night and the extremely cold wind and snow outside, I hesitated again. Because even if I could really escape at that time, I was not sure that I could successfully live until dawn in such a harsh climate.
To be continued...