Let the Villain Go

The door closed with a click, and Ye Peitian was alone in the narrow room.

The sound insulation here is very poor, and he can hear all kinds of sounds clearly.

A baby was crying, and his mother comforted softly.

Someone was washing the dishes and the metal tableware collided with each other, making a ping-pong-pong sound.

There are couples working on errands, the creaking of the bed is mixed with the sweaty and exhausting sound,

The child upstairs ran across the roof barefoot, and the glass beads fell to the ground, making a series of clear jumping sounds.

A woman was scolding her man, and the man could not help but beg for explanation. In another family, a man was beating a woman, and his woman was crying and screaming.

The voice full of life annihilated Ye Peitian.

The lively years that had once settled in the deepest part of his memory, were suddenly turned from the bottom of his deadly silence, making him unfamiliar and unaccustomed.

He has not been in such a noisy environment for a long time,

How long is it? Three years or five years?

This is human life, not a place where demons like him can stay.

It's too noisy, this place.

These vivid voices pierced into his hollow heart, and a vicious atmosphere rose in his heart in vain.

For what reason, everyone can live so lively, only he was sacrificed in the black abyss alone.

You should cover everything here with yellow sand, let all sounds disappear, everything will be quiet, and return to that dead silence.

He was patient, but the **** voices were getting louder and louder,

Make him irritable.

Ye Peitian looked at the mottled ceiling and felt that he should escape from here and return to the castle where he lived.

The yellow sand castle was empty and huge, with countless rooms. There is a desert within a few miles, no one dares to set foot, and there is no sound.

It was very quiet there, and the silence was terrible. He lit the lights in all the rooms every night and stayed alone in the huge castle.

That's the life he is used to, and that's where the devil should stay.

Ye Peitian's hands were broken, and he took a lot of effort to sit up, leaning against the wall and breathing for a moment.

The whole body was cold and painful, the blood in the body almost ran out, and the new blood was not enough to support the body's activities.

But it doesn't matter, he can barely move, as long as he can move, he must leave.

He couldn't balance easily after losing his hands. He couldn't stabilize when he got out of bed and fell off the edge of the bed.

He struggled to get up from the ground, a small blood spot on the pillow came into his sight, and the murderous big devil was caught by the little red.

That little red dot seemed to be more dazzling than the winding sea of ​​blood.

He stared blankly for a long time, unable to reach out, he could only look at the red spot instead of his finger.

This is the first time someone has shed blood for him in so many years.

The window cracked with a soft sound, and a little boy’s head came out from the tall small window.

In order to prevent theft, the windows here are high and small, and anti-theft railings are installed. The little boy probed his head vigorously and made sure that the bed in the room was empty.

He stretched out a thin arm from the gap of the stainless steel anti-theft net. Holding a long iron hook in his hand, he walked along the wall to the table under the window, tapping to see if he could Hook something.

His face was squeezed into the window, and he tried to stretch his neck and slanted his eyes, trying to see through the narrow angle of view, as far as possible to see if there is anything he can take away from the whole room.

Suddenly, he saw a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were cold and fierce, like a wounded beast in the jungle.

In the black street, the little boy who was used to seeing the three teachers was shocked and got goose bumps.

Until he saw a young man with broken arms slowly standing up from the bed.

"Damn, a crippled man. Frighten me." The thief who is less than ten years old, every bite, is not afraid of being caught.

Seeing that the people staying in the house could not threaten him, he even dared to swear by the window.

"What do you stare at, I would still be afraid of you as a useless person? Hurry up, where are the things hidden? Why is there nothing? They were all carried by the woman who just went out." His iron hook explored the house for a long time. Did not touch anything.

"Cut, take all the valuables with you, leaving a crippled little white face in the house."

He didn't steal anything, so Bai climbed the high wall and was not in a good mood. He hung from the window and ridiculed Luo Ye Pei Tian.

He didn't notice the thin yellow sand condensing behind him at all, and a sharp soil thorn had been aimed at his neck.

"Eh, are you hers?" The boy stretched out a little finger and turned towards Ye Peitian. The little **** who lives on this street is accustomed to running out of his mouth.

"Without both hands, that woman is still willing to support you, isn't it because you look good?"

Leng Sensen's eyes shook, and the killing intent inside suddenly disappeared.

The boy's feet fell to the yellow sand.

The triumphant thief didn't know that he had just walked from the edge of life and death, and was still talking.

"I don't think you are so good-looking, but you are a little white. Maybe women like little white faces." He touched his sallow little face, "I don't know if I grow up, if there is any woman willing to raise me like this."

At first the boy thought the man in the room was fierce, staring at him with cold and fierce eyes, just like countless people on this street.

He couldn't help but want to **** him off, the left and right were disabled, and he couldn't beat him anyway.

As he spoke, he suddenly felt that this person was actually okay.

No matter what he said, that person just stood there and listened silently, even listening somewhat seriously, giving him a feeling of being taken seriously. Few people could listen to him like this, he was a little proud, and he kept talking without knowing it.

The wife of Li San from East Street stole the man's property and ran away with Xiao Bailian, and Wang Ermazi from West Street was about to tremble with the second brother-in-law of the cousin of Spring City City Lord.

The man in the room did not speak, listening to his muttering in silence.

The boy suddenly felt sympathy for him,

A man, with his hands broken, his face pale, was locked in the room.

It's really pitiful. It is estimated that no one except that woman can talk to him more.

"Eh, what's your name? How many days do you want to live? You are so pitiful, you must be boring usually, so I can recognize you as a little brother, and when I have time, I will come and talk with you."

"Why don't you answer, are you dumb?"

Ye Peitian doesn't know how to answer. Most of the time, he stays alone and doesn't know how to communicate normally with others.

Sometimes no enemies came to him for a long time, and he would even hope that an enemy would appear in front of him. Although those people would only yell some ugly words, they were still living people after all, not cold yellow sand.

Nowadays, the monsters in the world are getting more and more powerful. If there is no enemy coming for a long time, he will worry that one day when he walks out of the castle, he will find that all humans in the world are dead, and there are only monsters and half-humans left on the entire planet. he.

"Ah, the woman I saw of you came back and slipped away first." The thief's head disappeared from the window.

Ye Peitian didn't know why he was a little flustered. He lay back on the bed and covered him with the quilt in his mouth.

Footsteps and voices came from outside the door.

The doorknob turned and the door was pushed open. A woman's face appeared, and she smiled when she saw him.

The noisy sounds on all sides seemed to stop in an instant, and there was only one person's smile left in the whole world.

"Come in, sir." Chu Qianxun turned and let the person behind him.

It was an old man over fifty years old, with triangular eyes, splayed eyebrows, dry and thin, with an acrimonious appearance.

"It's him,"

Chu Qianxun lifted up the blanket covering Ye Peitian. She piled the bedding on the bed ingeniously, just covering Ye Peitian’s face, only revealing the area on her chest.

The old man looked at those hideous wounds, the muscles on his face trembled. He was just a bad healer who ate in the dark streets of human life. He had never seen such serious injuries. He knew women’s. The Demon Seed is basically considered to be in the water, and he can't cure such an injury at all.

But anyway, he won't be in trouble with the demon species that is about to arrive.

Regardless of whether he can be cured or not, according to the rules, as long as the healer takes action, he must be charged. This woman sillyly invited him to treat this person for such a serious injury, and she can only blame herself for being stupid.

"This injury is a bit serious, and I am not absolutely sure." He pretended to say.

"It's okay, just do your best."

For Chu Qianxun, as long as Ye Peitian's wound can be slightly relieved, there is hope that he will recover on his own.

A high-level healer, she dare not ask, and can't afford it.

In order to treat Ye Peitian's injury, she almost spent all her savings, even the demons that Gao Yan gave her.

However, Gao Yan's life was retrieved by Ye Peitian, and her magic seed Chu Qianxun had no psychological burden.

The old man coughed, and pretended to stretch out his fingers like chicken feet, hovering over Ye Peitian's body.

The white light enveloped the hideous wounds, and a black arc suddenly burst out from the wound, the arc surging violently, covering it up with the white light.

The old man was taken aback. He held his trembling wrist and tried his best to stabilize his figure. He lifted the white light with difficulty, and the bottom of the white light was stained with countless terrible black lines.

He stepped back two steps and fell on the wall, cold sweat rolling down his head.

"This, this..." He shook his hands, knowing in his heart that the person in front of him probably couldn't be saved.

His eyes rolled, and he showed Chu Qianxun a thin and black hand, "This is not the same as what I said. The injury is too serious, and my old bones are about to fall apart. Only his fate can only be played by him."

Chu Qianxun took out a bag of magic seeds and placed it in his hand respectfully.

The old man opened the bag and took a look, his face was not so good, "Such a small amount, although it is a good amount, but you are a low-level demon. I have consumed so many abilities, it is enough to cure a few It’s a criminal, I’m too bad for this, so I have to add some more."

Chu Qianxun apologized, but at least he didn't add a demon seed and sent this very dissatisfied healer out.

She doesn't need face, but the magic seed can't mess around.

The old man complained and complained all the way out of the hotel. On a flat road, he didn't know what was going on in his calf, and he dropped a dog on the ground unexpectedly.

"What's the matter? Who is plotting against me?" He jumped up and looked around alertly.

There was no one on all sides, and there was only a thin layer of yellow sand on the ground flowing in the breeze.