Watch Out! Danger Ahead

Chapter 1090: conflict

Song Qing's small eyes fell on the child, gradually becoming deeper.

The child was unaware, perhaps thinking of a bright future, with a cruel yearning smile on his face.

"What's so good about being a monk?"

She suppressed the fluctuations in her heart and said calmly:

"There is a problem with Tiandao Temple, don't join in the fun."

The existence in the ghost temple sent her back to 800 years ago, and wanted to use her hand to change her fate, so she just said it, to see if she could dispel the child’s thoughts, and there were some accidents. misfortune.

"What's more, the big dog brother you mentioned is harming you." She looked at the child and said:

"You entered the temple, and if you listened to him and stole the incense, once you get caught, you may not survive."

"What's that?"

The child shrugged indifferently:

"In these days, when will no one die? Many people died in the cellar, and there was a pile of dirt outside, which became a grave."

He is not only indifferent to other people’s lives, it seems that sometimes he doesn’t pay special attention to his own life:

"When we went out, people were often beaten to death."

"When you die after entering the temple, you are considered a dead ghost, and you die more comfortably than others."

However, the child may be keenly aware that he said too much, so Song Qingxiao did not agree with him, and smiled flatteringly:

"But I listen to my mother. My mother said that she can't be a monk, so I won't go there. I will be filial to my mother in the future, and when I grow up, I will give my mother the end of her life.

Song Qingxiao was noncommittal, and said:

"Who is Big Dog you talking about?"

"Big Dog is the most powerful person within a few miles of the neighborhood!"

When the child saw her mention ‘Big Dog’, he was afraid and envious:

"If I can be Big Dog's godson, that would be great."

Song Qing's small eyelids twitched, and the child immediately said sweetly:

"But I have a mother now, so I won't be a son for him, and I will concentrate on filial piety."

After speaking, he seemed to ask:

"Mother, what is your name?"

He asked this, obviously not to really be filial to himself as he said, but to ask her name and try to counter her.

Song Qing smiled a little, not afraid that he had a ghost in his heart, and replied:

"My last name is Song."

"Song?" Hearing that she didn't say her name, the child carefully concealed his disappointment, and then said with joy:

"Then my name is Song Aqi."

"I will stay here for a while. You can just ask for some news for me at that time."

The child nodded desperately:

"Well, everything is subject to my mother's instructions. Whatever my mother says is what she says."

He laughed to please, but Song Qingxiao didn't believe a word of what he said, but didn't expose him, but said:

"One is to inquire about the location of Haining County and the floods in recent years." She thought for a while, and the child felt that the goal was too broad, and added:

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"Floods occurred within eight years."

This kid is so clever. Hearing her question, he immediately contacted Song Qingxiao about the news about Tiandao Temple:

"Does the mother think that Haining County is related to the recruitment of Tiandao Temple?"

"It's possible." Song Qingxiao glanced at him deeply, and then said:

"If you find out about Haining County, just ask if anything strange happened during the flood."

"What kind of strange thing?"

The child raised his face and asked again.

Song Qingxiao said:

"For example," she paused when she reached her lips and replaced it with:

"Are there any beasts and water monsters in the flood?"

"Pay attention to the people of the court, and don't show your feet when you are inquiring." She exhorted.

In the darkness, the child's eyes rolled and nodded:

"I understand, I'll go and inquire for you."

"wait."

Song Qing Xiaowen said, suddenly stretched out his hand and touched the child's head.

His hair is messy, and I don't know how long it has not been washed, and it is covered with lice and other things, scattered on both sides of his cheeks.

It's just that, after all, he is still young, his hair is thin and soft, and his head is also a small one.

Maybe he had never been touched with such an attitude before, and the child was taken aback for a moment, showing a dazed look.

Since Song Qingxiao's awakening and communicating with him, the child has shown maturity, vigilance, defensiveness and cunning beyond his age.

At this moment, being touched so softly by her, she really appeared as a child in a daze.

"I made a mark on you." Song Qing said softly. While speaking, she didn't hesitate to separate a ray of her own sense of consciousness and hit him.

He was still a child after all. Although he didn't know what branding was, he felt that something was wrong instinctively. As soon as Song Qing's little voice fell, his body began to tremble.

"You can't run, don't talk nonsense with others, understand?"

She touched the child's face again, but this time, even if the tone was gentle, it fell in the child's eyes, but it was no different from a demon.

"Where my spiritual sense is, I can know where you are and what you are doing."

Now the child will not pretend.

He seemed to have finally stripped off his adult coat, stalking his neck and glaring at her.

Song Qingxiao bends the corner of his mouth when he sees this scene.

"Why doesn't my mother believe me? How can I betray my mother?"

After knowing that they can’t resist, the kids who are aware of the current affairs are very witty and press their anger and dissatisfaction in their hearts:

"Don't worry, I promise to take care of these things for you."

Song Qingxiao released his hand and said:

"Go ahead."

He unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his body and moved back. Seeing that Song Qingxiao hadn't stopped him, he became more courageous and wanted to speed up his pace and rush out.

"Hold on."

When he was about to rush to the corner, Song Qingxiao called again. His body froze, obviously a little reluctant. After a long time, he turned his head and said in a trembling voice:

"What else do you want?"

"Take this."

Song Qingxiao picked up the wooden spear he had previously held in his hand and motioned for him to take it away.

The child's eyes flashed, then turned back and took the wooden spear.

Song Qingxiao didn't stop him this time, he rushed out quickly.

She let go of her consciousness and locked the child's place firmly.

The child rushed out of the'home', and was very vigilant in going around the dilapidated alley for a few times, and finally went back not far from the next door, drilled into a remote alley, and uncovered the lid of a dry well. , And climbed down.

There was a cave at the bottom of the well, and withered grass was spread underneath. Several children his age squeezed in it. When they saw him coming, they all greeted him.

"A Shou."

Several children called him, and all beckoned him to sit in the straw.

There was an unpleasant smell in the haystack. Several children were as thin as wood. One child was lying curled up in a corner, his belly swelled greatly, and his breath was weak.

"Awang is going to die, right?"

The child's eyes swept away from the child lying in the corner, and he asked lightly.

"I guess it won't take a few days."

The other children also nodded: "He yelled for stomach pain two days ago, but he hasn't screamed much in these two days."

"If you die, use him to catch mice for two days."

A child smacked his mouth: "I'm hungry."

"Okay." Everyone nodded, and another older child said:

"I hate the ‘sweet potato’ that occupies my house. When he is stinky, I will carry him out and throw him into the ‘sweet potato’ house.”

The rest of the children clapped their hands: "At that time, the smell will come together. If it attracts officials, they can be charged a funeral tax!"

"What if he retaliates against us afterwards?" A child was a little worried. "They all know Ngawang and they must know that we did it."

"It's okay, I will solve this problem then!"

The child who arrived with the wooden spear thought of Song Qingxiao, who had ‘picked’ back home. This woman had a strange background and seemed to be different from ordinary people.

In addition, she fell from the sky, maybe some kind of spiritual monster, was knocked down by the sky thunder.

If you can make use of this matter, try her with someone else's hand and expel her.

He made up his mind, and on the surface deliberately talked in a big way, and the other children burst into laughter:

"How do you solve it? Stop bragging."

"I'm not bragging." The child, who had acted cunningly before, became anxious amidst the laughter of his companions:

"I met an old woman, maybe a thousand years old..."

"Humph!"

A soft hum sounded in his mind, and the child who was eager to talk suddenly jumped up from the straw:

"Who? Who is it?"

"Are you crazy?" The other children were startled by his actions, and couldn't help but scolded him with a smile.

The child glanced left and right and realized that other people might not have heard the hum.

In other words, this hum is aimed at him.

Thinking about it carefully, this hum is indeed somewhat similar to the voice of a woman surnamed Song.

He remembered the "brand" Song Qingxiao mentioned earlier. He checked his body after going out at that time, and there was nothing unusual. He originally thought that the "brand" she said was scaring him.

But she didn't expect that she actually had such an ability, so she would directly imprint some kind of "brand" on her body.

The child was a little scared now, and touched his head.

"What millennium?"

The others heard him halfway, and they seemed to be crazy suddenly, so they couldn't help asking.

"I dreamt last night. I dreamed of a thousand-year-old **** who taught me how to get rich." He suppressed the panic in his heart, and the lies came casually.

When the children heard this, they couldn't help laughing loudly:

"I don't know how many dreams like this one will make in one night!"

Everyone, you said a word to me, and quickly went around this matter.

Then another kid asked:

"Ashou, do you really have a way to deal with the ‘sweet potato’ that occupied my house?"

The child was so skinny and hungry that his eyes were strangely large, almost staring at the child as if they were out of their sockets.

He wanted to go back, but in the eyes of his companions, for some reason, he felt that he had never been so valued before, and his vanity was greatly satisfied, and he nodded in a spirited manner.

"Have."

"Really or not?" The other kids asked, and he said decisively:

"Really!"

"You have been rushed by the'sweet potatoes' yourself many times, and you have robbed a lot of things, okay?" There was a little girl who was suspicious.

Although the child carrying the wooden spear was mature, he was limited in age after all. After being questioned, the young man suddenly rushed into his head and blurted out the words without even thinking about it:

"Of course it does, because my mother came to me!"

"Your mother?"

"Do you have a mother?" everyone cried out in a weird manner, and then burst into laughter:

"How can you have a mother?"

"Why can't I have a mother?"

The child who was ridiculed by his peers became angry, his face flushed instantly:

"I just have a mother!"

"Don't lie." The others complained:

"You are a child no one wants, no mother at all."

"Nonsense!" When the child heard this, he was furious:

"My mother said that she was only forced to give me foster care before, but now she is looking for me!"

"It seems that A Shou is crazy." The other children didn't take his words to heart, and shook their heads when they heard this.

"You have no mother."

"You are a wild child without a mother."

"Maybe it's a mother who has milk! Everyone knows that if you give him a bite, he can kneel and call his mother and father."

"Hahahahahaha..."

"nonsense!"

The child was furious and pushed towards one of the children.

As soon as the child was pushed down, the others immediately gathered around:

"Let go, let go, there is no wild species that my mother hurts!"

The child, who was a little friend before, quickly turned his face and surrounded'A Shou' in the middle.

Everyone, you punched me and started fighting. There were a few thin children hiding outside, and they smiled and kicked sneakily from time to time.

'A Shou' was young and weak. He was beaten the worst, his face was bruised and swollen, and he crawled out of the well angrily.

He was still a little angry when he got out of the well, but after a while, he suppressed the anger in his heart and limped out.

Song Qingxiao silently followed his every move through his divine sense.

It's a pity that her own strength was suppressed, plus she was severely injured, and the scope of her spiritual sense was limited.

The child quickly walked out of her sight with crutches and lost his senses.

It's just that this child is smart, knows good or bad, and has previously threatened her, so he shouldn't do anything irrational.

She turned her mind, and then used spiritual energy to repair her tendons and injuries.

I don't know how many hours passed before the child came back.

The moment he came back, Song Qingxiao's mental consciousness moved,'watching' as he turned into the alley ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After a few laps, he stopped in front of a half-collapsed house. , Got into a cellar under the ruins, uncovered several broken straw mats, and entered the cellar.

Not long after, the sound of his footsteps sounded, and Captain Song Qing opened his eyes.

"came back."

When she spoke, the dejected child was startled.

But then he seemed to remember what happened during the day, lowered his head again, and softly replied, "Yeah."

When he went out today, he did not find food. He was so hungry that he was groaning, but he still fumbled to the corner of the wall, opened a few meters away from Song Qing, and sat down carefully. Go down.

‘Cuckoo--’

His stomach kept beating, but he seemed to have been accustomed to hunger and motionless.

"You don't eat anything?"

Song Qingxiao asked him:

"Didn't you say that you still have food hidden?"

Speaking of his food, his body was a little tight and he jumped subconsciously.

However, because this action affected the injuries on his body, he let out a painful cry.

He ran to a few rotten earthenware pots standing against the wall, stretched his hand in and pulled it for a while. After digging out some dirt, he finally felt like he had touched something. He breathed a sigh of relief. A grin of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"It can't be eaten."

Maybe it's because Song Qingxiao didn't steal his food, his expression now looks much better:

"Keep it for help when you are about to starve to death."

He patted his stomach, as if to calm himself:

"Forbearance, this night will soon be over. Tomorrow I will go to the Upper East Side. If I see the injury on my body, maybe someone sympathizes and will give me some food."

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