Yin Xiaosang of Strange Records

The flowing clouds and red clouds reflect the peaceful village in the distance, and there are faint sounds of children playing.

On the clearing with haystacks, a group of roughly fifteen and sixteen-year-old teenagers gathered together. The leader of the teenager was a head taller than the surrounding teenagers. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed the dry man standing opposite him. The skinny child was pushed to the ground.

"Hehe! Look at your appearance!" He spoke with a mocking and extremely disgusting tone, pointing at the young man on the ground from head to toe.

"That's it! That's it!" The short boys next to him echoed.

"Who do you think you are? You thought we would really play with you!"

"Heh! You have no father or mother, and you don't know where to come from! What qualifications do you have to be with us!"

"Who knows if you are the seed left behind by those vicious fox demons!"

Everyone scolded for a while!

Seeing that he was silent, the tall young boy kicked him and said, "Hey! Did you hear that, you~ are not worthy to play with us!" Reincarnated with his head turned and left with the other teenagers, the teenagers all spat and laughed as they followed suit.

After the thin and frail boy was pushed down, he kept his head down and didn't say a word, letting others laugh at him and bully him.

There used to be a fox demon in this village, which made the villagers miserable. Later, because a cultivator passed by, he subdued it and solved the disaster.

From then on, everyone in the village worshiped the cultivators of immortals. The children in the village had no games to play, so they often played the game of immortals and demons. Even fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys liked to play this pretend game in their spare time.Of course, everyone wants to be a cultivator who possesses powerful spells and eliminates demons and enchantments. As for those ugly demons, only those who are oppressed can become them.

Yin Xiaosang finally joined the games of the village teenagers today, but because he is an orphan, he has been thin since he was a child, and compared with his peers, he is actually a head shorter.This is a poor background, but he is excluded by his peers in the village, and even children don't like him.

Today, the group of teenagers came to Yin Xiaosang to play the game of immortals and demons together. Yin Xiaosang thought that those teenagers would accept him and take him to play together. He was asked to play the role of a fox demon who disturbed the village. Those youngsters who played the role of immortals actually used their real strength when they subdued the fox demon. Yin Xiaosang understood immediately, and that's how the scene just now happened.

After the sunset, Yin Xiaosang returned to his home, a ruined temple at the head of the village, with a dirty body.

After he came back, he sat down on the ground covered with hay. He had no father or mother. No one knew how he came to the village. After the fox demon rebellion, there was an extra child in the ruined temple at the head of the village.

Because of the hatred for the fox demon, no one adopted him, and those who couldn't understand his pitiful lonely young son just gave him some food to satisfy his hunger. Perhaps it was God's mercy that he survived.

Yin Xiaosang sat quietly for a while, and suddenly burst into tears. He was not welcomed by the villagers, adults, children, almost everyone, and the long-term isolation made him feel bitter.

"Woooooo~~~"

Crying and crying, the tears flowed more and more, my nose was red from crying, and I couldn't make a sound and choked up.

Tired of sitting and crying, she wiped the tears off her face, and then fell back. As soon as she fell down, her head was pillowed on a lump of soft and slippery stuff, which still smelled like blood!

Immediately, there was no intention of crying, and he sat up suddenly and turned his head to look at the disgusting thing he had just laid on his pillow.

The thing in front of him was only the size of a normal man's palm, curled up like a kitten, but with a long tail, and its fur was stained red with wet blood.

Yin Xiaosang looked at the puddle of blood, and found that the wound was on its back, running through its tiny body.

He was often teased by the teenagers in the village, throwing some dead mice, dead bats and other things in the ruined temple where he lived.

Yin Xiaosang naturally thought that this was also a trick of those teenagers. After carefully looking at the bloody mess, he shook his head and took a breath, and was about to take it out and bury it.

Yin Xiaosang tried to lift the ball of blood, but saw the ball of blood suddenly move. Yin Xiaosang's eyes widened, and he lowered his head to take a closer look. The ball of blood was trembling invisibly. .

Since it wasn't dead, it couldn't be buried, but judging by the size of the wound, Yin Xiaosang felt that he might not survive tonight, so he thought to himself: Let's keep it here tonight, and if it dies tomorrow, we can bury it again. It's buried!

Yin Xiaosang added more hay to the bloody mess, moved a place to lie down and rested, and stopped crying. He could sleep anywhere from childhood to adulthood, even if he was accompanied by a dying bloody mess. with.

The next day, when the sky was just getting brighter, between darkness and dawn, Yin Xiaosang woke up, sat up, straightened her clothes, and looked at the bloody mess beside her.

Yin Xiaosang looked at the blood, and opened his eyes wide. After a whole night of blood, he did not die. There were weak but even breathing fluctuations under the dirty fur, and the wound on his back seemed to be getting smaller!

Yin Xiaosang read it right, the previous wound ran through the entire back, and now it is so small that it is about to heal!

Yin Xiaosang was amazed. He cherished life even more since his life was not easy since he was a child. Since God let him survive, he must work harder to survive, just like he is now.

Kind-hearted people in the village will give him some food, like steamed buns, which can satisfy his hunger even though they are rough food.

Yin Xiao took a sauna, and swallowed the stream water he had just drawn in a hurry.

Mr. Li's family consisted of only his wife and his wife, and the woman was ill in her early years and couldn't get off the ground.

He promised the old Li Tou in the village that he would help harvest the wheat today, and he would start work before dawn. By helping him, he could get a few bran buns, or some sweet potatoes and the like.

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"Uncle Li, has work started?"

"Little Sang! You just need to be in charge of harvesting the wheat."

Uncle Li is also not polite, he is obviously used to it.

The weather in September was still very steamy, and Yin Xiaosang was sweating profusely, brandishing a sickle in the field.

Yin Xiaosang is only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but he has to bear the burden of life on his own.

Uncle Li and his wife felt sorry for the child, he was able to endure hardships at such a young age, and after a day's work, Uncle Li stuffed a few sweet potatoes for Yin Xiaosang.

Yin Xiaosang was not too polite, after all he had to support himself, so he went back to his ruined temple with a few steamed buns and a bunch of sweet potatoes, big and small.

With a full harvest, he piled up his rewards for a few days and sat down to rest, drinking the stream, carefully thinking about how long he would last for today's rewards.

I glanced at the bloody mess, and suddenly remembered that there was still this lump, which seemed to have not died yet, not only did it not die, the ups and downs under the fur seemed not as weak as before.

The blood on Bloody's body had dried completely, sticking black to his hair.Taking a closer look, the wound on the bloody back has completely healed!

Yin Xiaosang couldn't help admiring, life is fragile, it will dissipate easily, but sometimes it is incomparably tenacious, this lump of blood is stubbornly refusing to leave when life is about to dissipate.

Yin Xiaosang suddenly felt that it was the same as himself. Before he could walk, he was thrown in this dilapidated temple, unattended, and he survived by relying on the food sent by the kind people in the village.Bloody tenacious vitality, just like himself.

Yin Xiaosang still left the bloody paste here, and shared this ruined temple with it, hoping that it could wake up.

With such thoughts, Yin Xiaosang gradually fell asleep. At night, the caterpillar fungus and birds sang in harmony, the moon was shining brightly at the stars, and the floating clouds were clear and shallow.

In the early morning, the first rooster crowing in the village resounded throughout the sky, and there was a white edge on the sky.

Yin Xiaosang wakes up leisurely, there is nothing to do today, and he doesn't need to help the villagers. During the wheat harvest season, he has already praised a bunch of sweet potatoes. The harvest is quite good, and he is in a good mood.

After drinking the stream, holding the steamed buns with rough bran, staring at the bloody mess on the ground, eating while watching.

Yin Xiaosang didn't know what kind of animal it was. He had never seen it in the village before. It looked like a cat before, but now it doesn't look like a cat.

Yin Xiaosang couldn't see it and thought it was a novelty, so he also put a bran steamed bun beside it.

The time without incident always passed quickly, and the sun was already shining. During this period, Yin Xiaosang had been studying the bloody mess.

The blood stains all over the body made the bloody hair stick to the body. It has a long tail and a pointed mouth, which is sharper than a cat's mouth. Yin Xiaosang still didn't see what it was.

The wound on Bloody's body has healed long ago, but it has not woken up for a long time, and has been in a coma

Yin Xiaosang had nothing to do, so he decided to go to the stream to wash his clothes, and collect some hay by the way, to change the hay in the temple.

Just doing what he said, Yin Xiaosang put down the bloody mess that he couldn't study, got up and walked out of the ruined temple.