Tomb robber: I am the tenth of the nine gates

It seemed that the voices of the people around him were too noisy, and the black mass in the cage moved, and the messy hair lifted up, revealing a little face that was not very clean.

This black "thing" is a child, a child who looks to be only five or six years old. The child's little face that is not very clean has a pair of extremely shining and clear eyes, like the stars in the eternal night. There seems to be hidden starlight.

Zhang Qishan recognized it immediately. He had seen those eyes on a person's face before - Chu Ning!

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Zhang Qishan looked closely at the child in front of him. He was a small child. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion. He seemed not to understand why he was being watched by everyone.

Zhang Qishan reached out to touch the child, but someone was faster than him. Suddenly someone in the crowd stepped forward and reached out to the cage, and grabbed the child's arm leaning against the cage.

The man held the child's arm with his right hand, and before anyone could react, he whipped out the bayonet hidden in his sleeve with his left hand and slashed open the child's arm.

Zhang Qishan wanted to stop him and stretched out his hand to grab the man's bayonet, but he could only watch in vain as the sharp and shining blade passed through his palm and successfully cut open the child's arm.

Immediately, the clothes wrapping the child's arms were cut open to reveal a small arm, and then a horrifying gash on the arm appeared in front of the onlookers.

The face of the person who scratched the child was full of madness, and there was unconcealable greed in his eyes.

"Hahaha! It's mine! It's mine!"

"Let go! Let go! It hurts me!!! Ouch..."

The child's childish voice was trembling as he shouted and tried to pull his arm back, but the man held him too tightly and struggled in vain.

Immediately afterwards, the man laughed crazily, without caring about the child's pain. While squeezing the wound with one hand, he did not forget to take out a small porcelain bottle with the other hand.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly took a step closer, but no one made such a crazy move like this man.

Zhang Qishan also knew at this time that he was just a bystander in this different world, and no matter what he did, he would not affect anyone here.

What's strange is that the blood squeezed out of the child's wound is actually light pink, and the light pink blood slowly flows along the arm and into the porcelain bottle.

In just a few breaths, the porcelain bottle was filled. What's even more incredible is that the hideous wound on the child's arm is indeed slowly healing at a slow speed. It takes at most a stick of incense for the wound to be scratched out. The wound can be successfully eliminated without leaving a trace of scar.

The crowd of onlookers became excited. The moment they got closer, they pushed the man away. They drew out their swords and continued to chop the child.

When Zhang Qishan saw this bloody scene, although he was also curious about the color of the child's blood, he looked around at the eager expressions on everyone's faces, and there was great anger in his eyes.

No matter whether this child is Chu Ning or not, and what secrets he has, the people here treat an immature child so cruelly, which is enough to show the ugliness of the onlookers.

However, Zhang Qishan really couldn't help at all at this time. He couldn't even make any noise. He could only watch helplessly as the child was pinned to the edge of the cage by everyone, unable to move.

Finally, the children's shouts attracted the guards of the City Lord's Mansion. The guards dispersed the crowd with sticks. The children in the cage now had wounds all over their arms and legs.

The pale pink blood flowed out and stained the black clothes, making the black clothes darker and darker. The child did not dare to lean against the cage anymore, and moved his trembling little body to the center of the cage.

In the process of moving, the fabric of the clothes was scratched everywhere, and it could no longer completely cover the skin, so the slowly healing wounds were exposed to everyone.

The crowd's gaze became more and more fanatical, as if it could pierce the small body of a child.

Even the guards of the city lord's palace who maintained order showed a greedy look, trying their best to control the weapons in their hands so as not to cause bleeding wounds to the children.