non 'typical' big cats

I must be crazy to do this... A strong fishy smell surged from my throat, and I tried to move my fingers, but the next moment I was shocked by the sharp pain from my right shoulder, and my eyes went black.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Quick! Take that child away first!"

There was noise all around, but I felt that those voices were inaudible as if separated by a membrane, and the tearing pain from all over my body was tormenting me every second.

"It hurts... woo..." Did I cry?No, I won't cry...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Could it be mine?Impossible...how could I scream so miserably.

"Cough...cough cough..." Something was spit out along with the blood, and the pieces...the smell was really bad.

At this time, the surroundings suddenly became chaotic again, and I felt that someone was being lifted into a car in severe pain. The dazzling white light on the roof made my eyes hurt.The moment I closed my eyes, I suddenly saw a scene that I saw just now...the bright red liquid all over the floor and...the half of the blood-stained arm under the huge wheel...this...is it my hand?

After being completely in the dark, I only have one thought, great...the pain is finally gone, I am really...afraid of pain.

Once upon a time, there was a very closed small mountain village in a remote mountain valley. There were very few strong laborers in this village, and most of them were women, the elderly and children.Every day when the sun rises, the women will tie their headscarves and go out to do farm work. At this time, the children have already woken up to help with housework at home. This place is very poor...so poor that there is no electricity, and the only entertainment is gossip village head Which house and household at the end of the village raised pigs that gave birth again, and whose chickens laid the most eggs? Of course, what they like to talk about most is about the alien in the village, a little guy who likes to cheat, eat, drink and do all kinds of evil all day long. bastard.

This little brat has no name, and the crazy mother died a few years after she was born. If it was a son, she might still be vying for it, but he is a loser. It was the village chief's family who reluctantly adopted her.This child was born to look different from others, and had a very weird personality, so he was called by all names since he was a child. Little fool, little brat...even little lunatic, etc. were called all the way until he was 12 years old.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo While pointing out the door with a fleshy finger.

"Look if I don't smoke that bastard who loses money to death! It's even stolen to my house!!" A woman in a dark red coat rushed out of the room with shouts and curses, her heart ached. He picked up his son from the ground and put it on a small stool beside him, then picked up an old shoe and rushed out of the yard, apparently to chase the 'thief'.

The thief who stole the chicken legs was the money-loser adopted by the village head's family. She recently had a new name, Little Monster.I saw the little monster running fast on the dirt road like a bolt of lightning. After running for a while, it spit out a whole chicken bone from its mouth, and apparently gnawed the chicken leg clean while running.She was wearing a thin khaki-colored underwear, with black mud on her hands and feet... and the most peculiar thing was that shoulder-length white hair, as white as snow...but with a lustrous luster.

The little lunatic looked back at the woman who was chasing after him, his dirty little face was always smiling, a series of silver bell-like laughter came from her mouth, and the woman behind her spat hard on the side of the road when she heard it One bite, and then continued to chase cursingly.

Just when the little lunatic was about to run to the entrance of the village, she stopped suddenly, because there were a few unfamiliar faces there... and the village head, who had always been yelling in the village, was talking to those men with a flattering expression.

"...Huh?" Suddenly one of the men's eyes locked on the little lunatic standing near the entrance of the village. He scanned her several times from top to bottom and then took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. In fact, there were quite a few children around to see the excitement. , but only this child seemed particularly abrupt.

"That baby, we want it."

This is the opportunity for the little lunatic to leave the mountain village and go to the big city. Although she was looking forward to leaving this closed, feudal and impoverished place day and night at that time, she never thought that she was not like the village head. It was said that he was adopted by a rich family with "good intentions" and went to live a good life in the city, but he was sold by the village head and his family for two red tickets. 200 yuan...you can buy a lot of chicken legs.

"...um..." When I woke up from the darkness, I found that I was slowly walking forward with a long team, I blinked my blurry eyes, and before I had time to look around, I was pushed forward by a person behind me.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle." I turned around and saw a young man in a black shirt and trousers frowning impatiently following him, looking as if he was in a bad mood.

I didn’t continue to talk to him anymore. Years of wandering and professional habits have allowed me to adapt to various unexpected situations. At this time, my thoughts that have been in chaos have gradually become clearer as I wake up longer. By the way... I should have been hit by a truck Yes, to save a child who ran into the middle of the road.Then...it should have been lifted into the ambulance...but the right arm seemed to be...Thinking of this, I looked at my intact right hand. It was neither broken nor felt any pain. I was a little confused about the situation for a while.How long did I sleep after passing out?Where is this?It seems that I had a long, distant dream...dream...

Just when I was in a daze thinking about my thoughts, the long line was almost at the end. At this moment, for some reason, I suddenly raised my head like a blessing, and there was a tall and majestic black archway in front of me. On the plaque, there are three words clearly written in bronzing fonts...the gate of hell is closed.

Ghost gate, ghost gate... I suddenly trembled, and then became quiet again. It turns out... I'm already dead.Turning his head and looking back, the long and narrow path was covered with dense black human heads, and the people whose faces could not be seen clearly were walking forward silently with their heads lowered one by one, as if they were connected by ropes. Walking dead together, on both sides of the path are endless, densely packed red flowers. The red stamens without green leaves seem to be swaying on the branches with the breeze. I don’t know what these flowers are called... But the red reminds me of Those red fluids that used to be in my body.

"Next!" The person in front of him seemed to have taken something from the small table in front of him and walked to the right. It happened to be my turn at this time. Although I was a little confused, I still walked up go.

A small long wooden table was placed in the center of the intersection, and sitting in front of the table was an adult man who looked refined and refined. He was wearing a knee-length white gown with low-key and luxurious silver cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs.At this moment, he was writing something on the white rice paper with a Lanzhu Langhao pen in his hand. After a while, he put down the pen tip and raised his head.

I don’t know if everyone who is recorded has to be watched for so long. To be honest, I don’t feel uncomfortable, but whenever I want to ask, I find my mouth is stuck. I couldn't make a sound, and after two failed attempts, I gave up.

"Hero, although your fate is sympathetic, but you have committed many evils and murders in your lifetime, and you will not be able to stay in this world in your next life." The man's eyes are as warm as jade, but as long as he stares at him, there is a kind of eternal love. Creepy feeling inside and out.

"But for the sake of your last good deed, before you go to other interfaces, you are allowed to extract a copy of the ability specially given to you. As for whether it is easy to use or not, it depends on your own luck." The man said. His voice was soft and deep, but his words contained a strong taste of "ancient". After he finished speaking, he wrote a few strokes on the rice paper, and then pointed to a black wooden box on the table, indicating that I reached in and drew lots.

I curled up the corners of my mouth and smiled, and as I obediently put my hand into the box, I thought, Hero... It's been a long time since anyone called that name.

I picked up a white note with my index finger and grabbed it into the palm of my hand. I pulled my arm out of the box and opened the note for a look. After a few seconds, I looked up and asked the man in charge.

"In that world..." I don't know if this statement is correct, but if I understand correctly, what he meant before should be that I can no longer stay in 'this world' and must go to 'that world' to reincarnate...meaning.

"What kind of personality is easier to survive?" I just asked casually, but I didn't expect this man to actually answer.

"Hmm..." He tilted his head and thought for a second before saying.

"Be more optimistic." Just after he finished speaking, there was a cough, and it was the man in the black shirt who reminded me, so before I left, I took one last look at the man in the long coat, and then I didn't say anything. He pointed me to the path on the left.

"...Special abilities?" The man in black clothes put his hands in his pockets and stood in front of the table. The line behind him stopped instantly, and he raised his right eyebrow with some interest, and then turned his gaze to onto the black box on the table that never existed before.

"Heh... just a small adjustment, just take it as my occasional little um... kindness?" The man in the long coat lightly tapped the paper with the wolf hair pen in his hand, and saw two words...'Hunter' flickering across the pen tip.

"Ah, Xiao Hei... don't be so serious, be careful that Xiao Bai will make you talk again." The long-clothed man lowered his head and chuckled. He obviously didn't look old, but his tone seemed younger than the young man in front of him. Much bigger.

"Yan Jun has been talking to me recently that the above is carrying out eight reforms this year. Although our business content is relatively simple, we must also implement humane reform measures while ensuring efficiency. You see, I am not here for ..."

"..." Seeing that the man in the gown was about to 'start' a long speech, the man named Xiao Hei twitched his mouth and decided not to give him a chance to show off, so he stepped aside to let the new ghost behind him come forward, while he continued to stand One side silently supervised.

The work of the underworld is already busy enough, and now even the judge has to set up a small table to come to work at the gate of hell, not to mention them ghost messengers.But even so, I really hope that someone can cure Cui Pan's increasingly long-winded problem... As for the female ghost who was treated specially?Didn't you hear me saying that we should treat people humanely?A modern society must keep pace with the times!

The author has something to say: Sahua celebrates my opening a new pit,,, is it really okay for me to be so prolific =V=haha,,

I want to write this article to be more interesting. There are not many manuscripts saved at present, try to ensure daily updates, Amen,,