When Xiatian first came here, he thought that this place might just be lively. However, after seeing the people who came here in the past few days, Xiatian found that the current Dama Mountain was really not ordinary.
Just today alone.
How many experts did he encounter?
Moreover, there might be even more experts coming here.
"Although the matter of Dama Mountain is very secretive, there are already people selling it at a high price. Therefore, many people who are weak don't know the situation here. Only those who have power or strength know that there will be a huge treasure here. Some people say that the huge treasure here is related to the growth of Black Devil. In the past, Black Devil relied on this huge treasure to grow up. Black Devil may have intended to take it for himself, but in the end, the power was too huge and he couldn't hide it anymore. That's why the situation here happened," Zheng Tai explained.
"Oh!" Xiatian nodded slightly.
"Boss, it seems that we are going to have a harvest this time." Fang Cun was also excited.
"There will definitely be a lot of trouble. Let's solve the problem first," Xiatian said.
"Okay, boss!" Fang Cun said.
"I'm going out for a stroll. You two can learn from each other. We are brothers, so enjoy yourselves!" After Xiatian finished speaking, he took the wine pot and went out directly.
He was also giving Fang Cun and Zheng Tai some space.
Both of them were masters of swordsmanship. Now that they were familiar with each other, naturally, they couldn't avoid learning from each other.
Xiatian wanted to go out secretly and inquire about some information.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a small alley, three or four adults were punching and kicking a seven or eight-year-old child.
"Hmph, if you still can't pay by tomorrow, we will kill you." After those people finished speaking, they spat on the child's body.
The child's body was dirty.
He didn't even have a complete set of clothes.
His pants were also unfastened.
The tears in the corner of his eyes hadn't completely dried yet.
His body was bruised. From his overall condition, one could tell that he must have suffered a lot.
Although Dama Mountain was not as cold as Snow Country, the weather was not very good. Xiatian could see that this child did not have any foundation in cultivation. In other words, a normal child of seven or eight years old would still be beaten in a place where the temperature was about -40 degrees Celsius.
Looking at the child, Xiatian seemed to recall his past.
The child stood up and patted the dust off his body. Then, he ran to the corner where he took out a quarter of the roasted chicken.
Xiatian could see that the child was very hungry. He really wanted to eat, but in the end, he just licked his fingers and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He put the roasted chicken in his arms and limped away.
The child ran all the way to a small village outside the city. The houses in the village were not very good.
The child entered a room.
Xiatian saw that although this house was not very big, it definitely could not be said to be too poor. It was unlikely that his child would be dressed like this on such a cold day.
He used his X-ray vision to look into the room.
At this time, there were two adults in the room, a man and a woman.
Including the child just now, there were a total of four children, three boys and one girl. Except for that child, although the other children were not very well dressed, at least their clothes were not that shabby.
After the child entered the room, he gave the roasted chicken to his father.
"Trash, you are just a piece of trash. You can't do anything. Recently, so many big shots came to the city, but you only brought back so little for me. What's the use of raising you?" After the adult man finished speaking, he grabbed a willow branch next to him. Obviously, he had already prepared it.
When he saw this, Xia Xia frowned. He had just seen that there was no good place on the child's body. Some places could still be clearly seen with blood, and some places had already scabbed over.
It was already late at night.
The night in Dama Mountain was particularly cold.
It was almost -50 degrees Celsius.
The child might have been beaten up. When he saw the willow branch, he directly limped out.
The adult man then picked up a stone and threw it at the child.
The child's body fell to the ground. Such a big stone was enough to kill a child, but the father did not show any mercy. Perhaps because the child was unwilling, he stood up and continued to run outside. He did not even look back.
"If you have the ability, don't come back. If you come back, I will kill you," the father shouted loudly.
The child ran out.
The adult man picked up the roasted chicken and ate it. His wife shared a small portion. His other three children also shared a little bit. The rest was eaten by him.
Even a vicious tiger would not eat its cubs!
Xiatian looked at the family coldly.
"The weather seems to be getting cold." The adult man shivered and put on his coat.
He was an adult who was afraid of the cold.
However, he did not care about the child who ran away.
He did not care about the child's life or death.
The child kept running and did not even dare to look back. He ran all the way to the dilapidated temple.
Blood dripped from the back of his head.
Tears kept flowing from the corners of his eyes.
Crying, the child sat there and cried!
In the cold night …
A seven or eight-year-old child sat in this dilapidated temple and cried.
He had no hope.
He only had parents, but his father did not care about his life or death at all. His mother did not even look at him.
This was his life.
No one could tell his hardships to.
His tiredness could only be endured by himself.
Other families' seven or eight-year-old children were playing happily, but he was forced to beg for food every day.
If he did not get enough back, he would be beaten.
And every day, he had to consider being robbed by others.
The child looked at the sky.
His eyes were full of tears. His body was very cold. His hands and feet had been frozen to purple, but the coldest thing was his heart.
Xiatian thought of himself when he was young and looked at the child. Although he was often bullied, compared to this child, he was still happy.
He now thought of the little match girl.
Their dreams were different from normal children's.
Their lives were also different.
Xiatian walked gently to the child's side, took out the robe from Snow Country and put it on the child. "What are you looking at?"
The child was shocked.
His conditioned reflex was very strong. He was about to run out, but Xiatian wrapped him in the ferret fur and held him in his arms. "I'm not a bad person. Can you tell me what you were looking at just now?"
Wah!!
Grievance!!
The endless grievance all collapsed at this moment.
He did not dare to cry out loud before because his heart was very cold.
But at this moment, he cried out.
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