Seeing that he was silent, the man looked around and picked up the broom leaning against the corner of the wall and beat it.

The broom was waving, and it hurt like her like a penis, but the child was still feeling it. His eyes were obviously calm, but it made her feel a little scared when she looked at it.

She had seen such a look in the mass grave. This ghost killed his mother before his death, and then killed dozens of people. He was extremely cruel and good at disguising himself. He was so sophisticated and worldly manners. It is said that he was once a great minister and killed countless people. As a result, there were too many enemies who could not die well and he was unwilling to be reborn after his death. The ghost messengers in the underworld always retreated when they saw it.

That evil ghost had this kind of look, looking at An An Jingjing and harmless appearance, but his bones were definitely poisonous. Once he was targeted, he would definitely be worse than death.

That was the only ghost in the mass grave that she dared not mess with. Not only her, but none of the lonely ghosts in the mass grave within a radius of hundreds of miles dared to come to him. Of course, there were also those who were ignorant of the situation, all of which ended up scattering.

This is still a child, and he already has the feeling of making people feel cold on their backs and soles of their feet vaguely. How can she not be afraid? That's the case at such a young age. If she grows up, would she be even more terrifying than a ghost?

The woman beat her chest and stamped her feet, shouted and scolded for a while, and the fence was filled with villagers watching the fun.

The man felt more and more bored. He didn't want to beg for mercy and screamed. No matter how strong he used, he didn't move. After giving birth to such a freak, he was really a bloody disaster for eight lifetimes. He was so frustrated that he was not interested, so he cursed and asked him to work.

The child took a lot of effort to slowly get up from the ground, pursed his lips, and the sweat on his forehead was like drizzle, drizzling down his straight eyelashes, his face as pale as paper, making the birthmark on his face even brighter. His original pink and jade-like appearance adds seven points of weirdness.

Yanzhi floated back silently for a few steps, her expression was so similar. She had seen the ghost before it had an attack, and her vicious force was pressing her tightly. On the surface, she looked calm, but the fact was not what she saw on the surface. She looked quite terrified now.

The villagers outside the fence saw that there was nothing lively, so they dispersed. The woman carried the child into the house and the man followed her in.

Yanzhi looked at the family carefully and found it very strange. The couple looked very ordinary, and the eyebrows and eyes of the children with such delicate eyes. When they looked at the child who was holding the woman, they looked ordinary. Could it be that because they were so beautiful, they added a birthmark to a more fair one. After thinking about it, she felt that the underworld was still very fair.

The child moved slowly to the back of the house step by step, and Yanzhi followed. It was his nature to seek profit and avoid harm. This child was already seventy-sixth of the way he was young like that evil spirit. I am afraid that he would be even better than the blue in the future. However, there is no need to be afraid of something like her, and he can't see her anyway.

There is an open-air wooden shed at the back of the house, and a stove under the shed with leftovers that have long been cold.

He slowly leaned against the stove and sat down to look at the wound on his body and silently said. He was obviously not crying and his expression was very dull, but it made her feel desolate and so depressed that she could not breathe.

He rested for a while and got up and ate some casually before starting to clean up. She remembered that the little baby had nothing to eat all day, and there was no spare money in the farmhouse. Naturally, the stove was not good enough. Even if it was fed to the dog, it would be a pity for the dog, but someone had to eat it.

After he packed up a bunch of chores, it was already midnight. Yanzhi thought he was going to sleep, so she followed him to the front of the house, but saw him pushing open the fence door and walking out.

He was not healthy at all, and he was beaten away very slowly. He walked through several rice fields and waded through a stream before finally reaching the door of a wooden house.

After knocking on the door, the people in the room responded vaguely for a long time. It was thought that it disturbed people's dreams. The people inside opened the door in their clothes. It was a man who looked like a scholar. He was a little surprised to see him.

The child took out the silver obtained in the day from his arms and handed it to the man, looking at him: "Does your previous statement count?"

The man: "Of course it's a calculation. I didn't expect you to get the money." The man paused, smiled and said with a little contempt, "But you couldn't stolen this money, right?"

The child didn't answer the conversation but looked at him expressionlessly. The man felt bored and turned back to the house. When he came back, he took a book in his hand and handed it to the boy: "I will give you this book today. If you want to come to me in the future, I will sell you as much as you have. But you can't teach others to know what I have to do with you."

He studied hard for decades, and although he had never been a gold medal, he also knew that this natural disaster had nothing to do with people. Most of the people in the village were ignorant. This child happened to be born at this time, with such a big red birthmark on his face. It happened that the harvest of rice fields within a hundred miles since he was born was getting worse. Therefore, the people in the village thought that this child was an unknown person, and after a long time, it really seemed to be his fault.

If it weren't for his need for money, he wouldn't have contacted this child at all. He, a teacher, wanted to gain a foothold in Baizhu Village, so naturally he wouldn't have anything to do with people who don't like in the village.

What's more, this child is very good at guessing people's hearts and can see his thoughts behind his back at a glance. No one wants to have too much contact with a person who can see what he looks like at a glance. What's more, this person is only six years old, so why doesn't it make people feel taboo?

The child reached out to take the book, put his right hand on the book, rubbed it with his right hand. Yanzhi looked at the book, and it was a bit strange. What did he buy this book?

After a while, he raised his head and said to the teacher, "As long as you don't say it, others won't know." After that, he turned around and left.

The man received all the courtesy in Baizhu Village. No one was polite to him. He had never seen him like this before. He suddenly burst into his head with blood and said angrily: "I don't know the qualities at all!" Then he threw the door angrily.

When the child returned to the house with a book bigger than his head, Yanzhi thought to herself that she would go back to the house to sleep this time. She didn't know how many places she had traveled to this day, so he didn't feel tired.

But unexpectedly, he went to the back of the house and placed the books under the pile of weeds beside the stove, and lay down on the pile of weeds. Only then did Yanzhi realize that this was probably where he slept. What is the difference between this and the dead in the mass grave?

She thought about it and found that there was a difference. The dead people in the mass grave had at least a roll of mat!

Even the lonely ghosts in the mass graves had their homes. They either lived in the graves of others, or found some bottles and jars to live in them, and Rouge also had their homes in the grave of a daughter from a previous dynasty.

Of course, there are naturally lonely ghosts who come to such a good residence every day to cry and fight. She has to work hard every day to clean up those bad thoughts, and she is very tired. Now that she has left, she is much quieter.

The child fell asleep shortly after lying down. Yanzhi looked at his quiet and harmless appearance, and there was a reason for his gloomy temperament. If she had happened like this, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as simple as gloomy nature...

Before dawn, the chickens crowed. Before he could sleep for half an hour, he had to get up and go to the river to fetch water, wash rice and cook, and then fetch water and send it into the house to serve him. From time to time, he also verbally complained.

Yanzhi looked around and couldn't help but curl her lips and said to herself: If he works like this, his body will be hollowed out in a few years, but he is a person who can resist and can hold on until now. He didn't have a good rest after he recovered from his serious illness yesterday.

Yanzhi felt that this was not good. The more he could tolerate it, the tighter he would take it. If he let it go, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Yanzhi didn't want to listen anymore, and when she saw the weather was sunny, she planned to go out and sway.

Yanzhi remembered the aura of the child. After staying by his side for two days, she felt that the aura was very smooth. As if it was in essence, Yanzhi felt that this was a good place, and she couldn't control the things around her and didn't want to care about them.

When she came back after wandering around, he was chopping wood. Obviously, he had no stop at all. He could not finish work all day long and could be beaten and scolded. He was as thin as a toothpick, so he had to go to the underworld to report sooner or later.

The rouge floated over, and the child stopped and looked out of the fence. She looked in the direction he looked. A peddler shouted and walked by, and a man passed by with a carved child in his arms.

The child in the man's arms yelled to eat candied haws when he saw the seller. He held his man and touched the child's head pamperedly, bought it from the seller, and gently told him: "You can't eat it all, otherwise your teeth will hurt."

The child felt reluctant to let go of the candied haws, pouted and bargained: "Dad, if I recite another poem today, can I add one more?"

The man smiled and pinched the boy's face and agreed.

Yanzhi looked at the child with an indifferent expression again, and she looked even more sad when she looked at her. She thought... She was probably wrong yesterday, so where was the underworld fair?

Some people want to eat candied haws and open their mouths, while some people... may not be able to eat them in their lifetime...

Yanzhi suddenly felt a little depressed when she looked at the child. She didn't know whether she was pitying him for not being able to eat candied haws or lamenting the unfairness of the world...

It is common for people working every day, being beaten and scolded. When they meet people in the village, they also sarcastically or swear like dogs. Yanzhi becomes accustomed to it after seeing too much, but she only sweats a little for the people in Baizhu Village.

The child became more and more gloomy and never spoke again. If Yanzhi had not heard him speak before, she would have thought she was a mute. The book he bought would read every day, but he didn't have much time to read it. There was endless work during the day, and he couldn't read it clearly at night. Therefore, he hurriedly looked at it and remembered it in his heart. He didn't know the words, so he could only write on the ground according to the words.

He is very smart and can be remembered. He can write every word after reading it once, but what's the use? Without the Master's teaching him, I don't know how to pronounce this word or what the meaning of this word is. What's the use of learning it by copying it?

The author has something to say: Rouge: "Even a bunch of candied haws can't be eaten, no wonder they are not yin or yang."

Danqingshou: "Bad, what's the matter with a bunch of candied haws!"

Rouge: "Those two strings?"
Chapter completed!