Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Chapter 1089: child

The child was still holding Song Qing's small legs and crying, completely unaware that the people in front of him had already had a wave in his heart at this time.

"What is your surname and my surname, otherwise you can change your name, Acai? Awang? Lucky? Jinbao...all your orders..."

"How is it possible? How is it possible!"

Such a thought flashed in Song Qingxiao's heart, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the child's head.

The spiritual power did not move, and the seal in the body did not show the slightest sign of being pried.

She clearly remembered that the first time she touched Zhang Xiaoniang's belly, when the child kicked her in the palm of her palm, the sensation of spiritual energy slowly oozing out.

"Something's wrong."

She thought to herself.

If the child in front of him is not the fetus born to Zhang Xiaoniang, then is it just a coincidence that he calls himself "Godmother" at this time?

Do not! Song Qingxiao immediately denied the idea that came up in his mind.

Within the scene, there is no such coincidence.

When the child in front of her called'mother', there was no strange distortion of the voice in Tiandao Temple, but it also made her vigilant.

She squinted her eyes, her gaze fell on the top of the child's head, and moved inch by inch on him.

He is very good at observing words and expressions, as if because of the endless wandering life, this meticulous observation has been turned into instinct and carved into his blood.

Even if he doesn't have spiritual knowledge, he can still keenly capture the changes in her eyes and psychology.

The hands holding her legs gradually stiffened, and the little cheeks on her calves no longer howled.

He noticed that Song Qing's aura was different from before, and he raised his head stiffly.

In the darkness, the two stared at each other and remained silent for a moment.

"Who are your parents? Where do you come from?" Song Qingxiao asked again, this time his tone was much colder, showing a bit solemnly.

"My parents died long ago, they were born in Shengjing..."

Under Song Qing's gaze, he quickly turned away:

"Well, my parents weren't bullied to death, but contracted the epidemic and died."

After speaking, he forced his composure:

"Don't believe me, if you get better, you can ask your neighbors around you..."

The child is not very old, but he doesn't know what he has experienced, but he is very defensive.

In front of her, she dared to tell lies, even if she continued to ask questions, he might just make up some lies to deal with, unless she resorted to some extraordinary means to extract a confession.

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But no matter how cunning, he is just a child. Song Qingxiao can't do such unscrupulous things. He can only temporarily press this doubt in his heart. After preparation, he will find a way to find out his birth history and whether he has a relationship with Tiandao Temple. Relevance.

"Do you know Haining County?"

She changed her question.

The child who was sitting on the ground with her calf on her knees heard this, with a dazed expression on her little face:

"What Haining County? I haven't heard of it."

When he said this, his expression was rare, and he was obviously not telling lies.

Haining County was the county where she lived when she first entered the scene, thousands of miles away from Shengjing.

In addition, this county is not the hometown of the rich and famous for the dynasty. There have not been any well-known big people, but it is just one of the thousands of ordinary county towns under the dynasty.

It is not unusual for a young child to have never heard of this Haining County.

Thinking of this, Song Qingxiao turned to ask:

"Then have you heard of the floods in recent years?"

As soon as she finished talking about this question, the child immediately refreshed, obviously clear.

"of course."

He nodded vigorously:

"In recent years, there has not been a year without disasters. It was either floods or ground motions, or insects and epidemics. Many people died one after another."

He cocked his fingers and counted:

"For these two or three years, the floods are terrible. Near us, many of the'sweet potatoes' fleeing into Beijing, you have to be careful, they are broken and they will **** your things!"

The child clenched his fist:

"They will occupy the houses of some elderly and weak people and sneak into the houses to take food. Fortunately, I dug a cellar and have a backing, otherwise they would have killed them."

When he mentioned ‘killing’, his tone was light, causing Song Qingxiao to frown.

"Why are these people killing you?"

"Eat." He said nonchalantly:

"I'm so hungry, I can eat human flesh."

After saying this, he seemed to realize that he had said something terrible, and his whole body began to tremble.

After a long while, he graciously posted it again, and put that thin face on Song Qing's small leg, rubbing it very affectionately:

"Mother, don't eat me, I can ask you for food."

After speaking, he raised a skinny arm and said triumphantly:

"Look, I have only bones left, not much meat. I usually go to the Eastern District to ask for a living. If I'm lucky occasionally, I can get a lot of food." He was afraid that Song Qingxiao would not believe it:

"There are some rich people in the Eastern District who love to watch us amused. One time they gave me a lot of money just to let me bark twice! I bought a big bag of corn, and gave some to Big Dog and hid it secretly. Some..."

The child gritted his teeth and reached out to the jar at the back:

"Just buried it there~www.wuxiaspot.com~ mother, don't eat me..."

He rubbed Song Qing's small legs, like a dog wagging its tail.

Song Qingxiao didn't get any particularly useful information from the child's words, but compared to nothing, the child's actions and words made her feel extremely complicated.

"I don't eat people."

She wasn't used to being touched by others. She was held by him before, just because the "Godmother" he called attracted her attention, and she wanted to test whether he could lift the spiritual seal in her body.

After a pause at this moment, she grabbed the child's arm, pulled him away, and leaned against the corner of the wall:

"Has there been any movement in Tiandao Temple in recent years?"

The child was pulled away by her, and came over with a sense of interest:

"Tiandao Temple? They are recruiting monks in recent years!"

He was a little envious:

"It's great to be a monk, with clothes and a house to live in, and never hungry again. It's also very beautiful in front of the elders."

Then the child's voice changed:

"It's a pity that they only name children over eight years old, and they must have a household registration certificate. I just don't have one."

He looked a little distressed:

"Big Gou promised me that if there is a child of the right age among the "sweet potatoes", kill one and let me replace it!"

The child was still chattering: "After the incident is done, I only need to steal some incense money from time to time for him to be paid."

Such a very young child, obviously when his mind was pure, could calmly talk about murder, as if he didn't realize that taking a life was a major event.

In the darkness, the child's face was mixed with innocence and the dark to the extreme despair. The perfect combination of the two formed a cloud of haze, which was blinded in his supposedly innocent eyes.

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