The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

"My lord, these are the children my subordinates bought from all over the country recently, and they are all here. Please take a look at them, my lord."

In the dark and empty cave, a man in black armor was speaking respectfully to a man with a fat head and big ears, dressed in fine clothes.

Both of them wore a copper mask with green faces and fangs, which made them look eerie.

The man with a fat head and big ears turned his gaze to the center of the cave, where a bunch of children were crowded together.Some are white and tender, and their clothes are luxurious.Some are sallow and emaciated, with ragged clothes.

This group of children ranged in age from two to three to seven or eight years old, and there were about 30 of them.There are so many and so many things, how could they be bought?

The obese man nodded, looking at the children.Those eyes didn't look like looking at people, but rather like picking animals.

"This," he pointed at a little girl with his thick and short fingers.The girl was about three or four years old, she was dirty and thin, curled up on the ground, her palm-sized face was flushed abnormally, she was obviously very sick: "Our Qishangmen don't raise trash, each of them gets something. It's useful. She is so sick, and she doesn't know if she can survive, so drag her out and feed her to the dogs."

The man in black armor agreed, waved his hand, and immediately a man in black flashed out from the shadow, grabbed the little girl and was about to leave.

At this time, the little boy next to him, who seemed to be from the best family background and the most exquisite appearance, suddenly reached out to hold the girl's arm and raised his head.Although the whole body was trembling with fear, he forced himself to say in a trembling voice, "Don't feed her to the dog, I can cure her."

The man in black froze for a moment, turned to look at the two masters, and asked their opinions with his eyes.

The fat man walked over, grabbed the little boy by the neck, and lifted him into the air.The little boy tried his best to grab the hand that was stuck on his neck, but he was small and weak, and he couldn't shake it even if he tried his best.

Gradually, his struggle slowed down, and his hands and feet dropped limply.

The fat man let go of his fingers, and the little boy fell down with a "boom", coughing violently while rubbing his neck.

"Do you still want to save her now?" His eyes were very gloomy, with a cold murderous look.

The little boy panted heavily, and after a long while, he managed to utter a word through his teeth: "Save..."

The fat man smiled: "Love and righteousness? It's a pity that the Qishangmen don't need these two things! But for the sake of your excellent bones, let's spare your two lives for the time being. Whether you can survive in the future depends on you." performance."

He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his fingers carefully, and decided the fate of these children in the most flat tone: "First starve for three days, and then slowly train according to their specialties. I don't need them Shall I teach you?"

The man in black armor said: "Yes, this subordinate will definitely do its best to inject fresh blood into the Qishangmen."

The fat man walked out with his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran: "It's hard to train a killer, and it's even more difficult to train a top killer. The Qishangmen have suffered a lot recently. You need to send more people to search for more children. Remember, Expensive professional is not expensive."

"Yes, my subordinates remember it."

Three days later, seven or eight of the more than 30 children starved to death.

The little girl escaped with the help of the boy.

The Seven Injuries Gate is an assassination organization that specializes in providing assassination services for the rich.Only recognize money but not people.

The training is extremely cruel, very unimaginable.

The remaining 20 or so children were only provided with a few steamed buns every day, and they were asked to fight for them by themselves.

There was a child who was so hungry that he didn't want to share the steamed buns he got, so he ate them all by himself.

The person in charge of training them didn't stop them, but just watched them coldly.When the child swallowed the steamed bun completely, holding a cold dagger with his fingertips, he cruelly cut open the child's stomach, and let him fall in a pool of blood, convulsing and dying.

Then Sen coldly looked around at the ashen-faced children: "Whoever dares to be disobedient in the future will end up like this."

"Ouch..." The little girl was so frightened that she couldn't help but feel like throwing up in her stomach.The boy covered her mouth, even though his legs were already weak from fear, he tried his best to comfort her: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

The long hunger training finally came to an end after one month, and the remaining [-] children were able to eat and drink three meals a day.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, because the nightmare was finally over.Unexpectedly, these are just the beginning of the nightmare.

On a certain night, these children were arranged in one carriage after another, and were staggered and taken to an unknown place.

The road became more and more remote, and the children sat silently, no one dared to make a sound.

Gradually, the carriage entered a cemetery overgrown with grass.

The children looked around blankly, not knowing what they were being brought here for.

"Lingyi, bring a few people to dig up this cemetery."

The leader's tone didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was just ordering them to dig a few sweet potatoes.

Since these children came here, they no longer have their own names and have become numbers.It seems to be just a cold symbol existing in this world, without life.

No one dared to resist this order. The children who were named picked up the shovel that had been prepared long ago, endured nausea and fear, and began to dig the grave.

The soil in the cemetery is still fresh, and a coffin was dug out without much effort.When it was opened, it was a corpse that had just died.

"Tie the body to a tree."

The leader continued to give orders coldly.

The faces of those children were pale, their hands were shaking so much that they could hardly hold the rope, and it took a lot of effort to tie up the corpse.

The leader drew the sharp knife out of its sheath, and pierced into the chest of the corpse with a "puchi", and when it was pulled out, not a drop of blood flowed out.

"See? What you have to do tonight is to keep stabbing this corpse with a knife like I did to train your sense of touch and sensitivity."

The night was hazy, and according to this mass grave, there was a stench of corruption everywhere, and the strange cry of the night owl "croaking" in the air made the place even more eerie.

The timid children were fighting with each other, almost fainting.

"From Zero One, train one by one, don't be lazy, and don't dodge. Otherwise, you will be the next one to be tied to a tree and stabbed!"

In order to survive, who would dare not obey?

When it was the little girl's turn, she was so weak that she couldn't even hold the sword firmly, and almost fell out of her hand several times.

It was the boy who held her wrist and stabbed the sword out: "We all have to live, and only if we live can we have hope."

At that moment, his eyes were shining like stars, leaving an indelible impression on the girl.

As a result, these young children who were supposed to hide in the arms of their parents and act like a baby, slowly transformed into killing machines in the inhumane training.