I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 298

"how old are you?"

Feng Bingwen was born in the filth and blood stains, spotless, and dressed in brocade clothes, like a god-man.

His expression at this time is hard to say for a while, because the impact of the scene in front of him is really too great.

This was the first time he had seen the tragic scenes during the famine years. His spiritual consciousness swept across the lonely village, the bones were exposed in the wild, and there were no chickens crowing in the village.

And in the backyard of this thatched cottage, Feng Bingwen's consciousness also found a carrion corpse with a kitchen knife stuck in its chest. According to its skeleton, it is not difficult to judge that it should be a rather strong man. of men.

On the wooden bed in the house, the corpse of the woman who had passed away not long ago and had not decomposed had many fractures on her body, and her internal organs were severely damaged. The cause of her death was not starvation.

Feng Bingwen didn't want to think about the specific reasons. In the last days when survival is a problem, human nature has become an extremely rare thing.

"Are you asking me? My mother said I am six years old!"

Holding his head, the child raised his head while trying to piece it together, and responded to Feng Bingwen's question. Although Feng Bingwen's accent was a bit weird, he could still understand it.

Feng Bingwen, on the other hand, used the small realm language he had just learned to sweep away these mundane thoughts with his spiritual consciousness, and continued to ask,
"Six years old, how long have you been hungry?"

"I've been hungry for a long time, I can't remember."

The child raised his head, frowned and thought hard for a while, then replied.

"Then have you had enough?"

"I have eaten enough. When I was very young, my father and mother had not quarreled at that time. The village was full of people and everyone was very happy. Later, when the red rain fell from the sky, the grain in the field became more and more less and less..."

The child tried his best to recall everything in front of him. He instinctively felt that the good-looking big brother in front of him was not in danger, and he couldn't help but want to get close to him.

"Okay, you don't have to do that."

Feng Bingwen looked at the child who was still trying to piece together the corpses for the bandits, and finally couldn't help it.

"what?"

The bloody child held his head, raised his head, and stared blankly at Feng Bingwen, not knowing what he did wrong.

"You can't take their heads back. Even if you take them back, they won't come back to life. They're already dead."

"What is death?"

the child asked blankly.

"You can understand it as sleeping all the time and never waking up again."

Feng Bingwen frowned slightly, trying to explain the concept of death in a calm tone.

"Sleeping all the time?"

The child repeated it blankly, then dropped the head in his hand, stumbled towards the wooden bed, took his mother's palm, then turned to look at Feng Bingwen,
"Then my mother, is she dead?"

"She won't wake up again!"

Feng Bingwen replied that the child's stomach was full of sundries, cotton wool, bark, grass roots, fresh meat, and soil, but there was no flesh and blood of the same kind.

"..."

Hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the child stared blankly at his mother's slightly shriveled, bruised face. He didn't respond for a while, but just watched quietly, as if he still didn't understand the rhythm of death. After a while, He raised his head and asked in a low voice.

"My mother, is it true that you won't wake up?"

"will not."

Feng Bingwen responded mercilessly.

"But if I kept sleeping when I was a child, my mother would scold me. If I didn't get up again, my mother would whip me with a bamboo stick. It hurts..."

The child babbled, there was no sadness on his face, but there were tears streaming down his eyes, sliding across his dry face, leaving two dirty tear stains on his face.

"Bury your mother down!"

Feng Bingwen patiently listened to what the child said, then cast a spell, dug out a pit, took him, and buried his mother in the ground.

When everything was done, the child was still standing blankly in front of his mother's new grave, as if he still hadn't reacted, or he couldn't accept that he had been caring for his mother and would never wake up again.

"What's your name?"

After Feng Bingwen patrolled around, he returned to the boy's side, injected a ray of fairy energy into his body, and asked.

"Name? My mother calls me Yao'er!"

"It's not a name, it's a nickname!"

"My dad seems to have given me a name, something called Ning, but I don't remember."

"You don't remember this, and you don't remember that, so from today onwards, you will be called Ning Bu Wang."

"it is good."

"follow me!"

"Ok!"

The child, or Ning Buwang, followed Feng Bingwen to the deserted village in ignorance and ignorance. He didn't realize Feng Bingwen's special from the beginning to the end, he just thought Feng Bingwen was good-looking.

And Feng Bingwen took Ning Buwang's hand and walked in the mountains and rivers of this world to explore the changes and current situation of this small world.

On the whole, the situation is slightly better than what he saw when he arrived. Among the famous mountains and rivers, there are still auras of earth veins, and the surrounding land is still fertile and can grow food.

However, the trend of decline and extinction has become prominent, but the time from the final destruction is a little long for ordinary people, but in some places that are already barren, the land is beginning to desertify, no matter how much effort it takes, there is no way to plant it. If there is no food, you can only starve.

"demon!?"

On a green hill with green grass and trees, Feng Bingwen pulled a child, looking down at the foot of the hill, a city with a particularly strange atmosphere, outside the city wall, the green shoots fluctuate with the wind, the continuous green color, just looking at it, you can feel it. Makes people happy.

From a mortal's point of view, this city is full of voices, full of vitality, unlimited hope, and joyful, but in Feng Bingwen's eyes, the evil spirit that permeates the whole city is naked and undisguised.

When Feng Bingwen inspected the city with his eyes, Ning did not forget to drooling at the corner of his mouth, excitedly picked a bunch of raspberries, and then held them in front of Feng Bingwen as if offering a treasure.

"Master, you eat!"

The red-colored raspberry looks fresh, juicy, sweet and delicious, and it whets the appetite. However, after Feng Bingwen twisted a raspberry, the wild fruit that was originally very good-looking suddenly changed its appearance, as thin as a hair Insects swimming in the fresh and tender pulp, a wisp of gray air lingers around the pulp.

"what!"

Ning Buwang uttered a scream, and the raspberries in his arms fell all over the ground. He followed Feng Bingwen, and in just a few days, he learned a lot and knew the vastness of this world.

"Don't be afraid, as long as you don't eat them, these insects won't hurt you."

Feng Bingwen waved his hand, the divine light swept over, and the raspberries all over the ground were wiped out, and when there was a faint wail, a gaze full of hatred was cast on the city wall below.

"what is this?"

"Parasite!"

"It's disgusting, why do those demons waste food?"

The face of the young child was full of disgust, and the eyes even showed hatred.

"Go, follow me to the city to have a look."

Feng Bingwen took Ning Buwang's hand and walked along the path in the mountain towards the city that was full of people.

It’s just that before entering the city, Ning Buwang, who had been taught by Feng Bingwen for a few days after walking among the fields, realized something was wrong. He pulled Feng Bingwen’s sleeve, pointed to the exposed bones in the field and asked,

"Teacher, is that a human bone?"

Feng Bingwen glanced at it, and suppressed the surging sword intent, it was the Xuanyin Seven Killing Sword.

"Yes."

For some reason, the human race in this small world is no different from the human race in the world he was born in. It can be said that there is no difference at all, so the Xuanyin Seven Killing Sword carried by Feng Bingwen sensed it, and the sword spirit was furious.

"Look carefully at the dust!"

Feng Bingwen pointed out that under the green shoots, there are all the flesh and bones of the human race.

"Rotten flesh?"

The young Ning Buwang was also shocked, this is not everything he should accept at this age, but somehow, he was born in this small world where dharma is desolate.

"Ok!"

Feng Bingwen dragged him to the gate of the city. Before he entered the city, he felt a fishy smell blowing towards his face, which made people want to vomit, but the smell was mixed with a cloying sweet fragrance. , making people unconsciously ignore the fishy smell.

"Hehe, what a handsome young man, what a juicy little doll!"

As soon as he entered the city, he heard a contrived smile, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a big boar with heavy makeup and fluff all over his body, but he was wearing clothes and panties. But there was only one head, but it was a wild boar's head from head to toe, with its fangs exposed and not even a trace of a human being.

"Wu Bamei, stop being disgusting here, and see how you scare these two newcomers?"

A hozen jumped out from the side, also wearing clothes and hats, wearing a monkey crown, and holding a string of dominoes in its hand, it approached Feng Bingwen.

"My lord, look at your face, you are very handsome. You are new to Nanruo County! This is a rare and good place in this world.

Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh, the small one is not greedy, as long as you let me take a bite on your arm or leg, the deed in the small one's hand is up to you to choose. "

The flattering tone, but the chilling words uttered, the seductive hozen's blue eyes rolled around Feng Bingwen's body, as if thinking about where to bite, so that he could bite off a good piece of meat.

"Young master, don't listen to his nonsense. What kind of good residences can he have in his hands? They are just low-grade deserted houses. I have the best courtyards in Nanruo County in my hands. As long as you give me an arm , you can choose the garden in my hand."

Another monster squeezed in front of Feng Bingwen, but it already had a human form, with a sharp mouth and thin cheeks, a stooped figure, and a wretched face. It held a bunch of extremely round polished human skeletons in its hands, and the ghostly fire was faint.

"Hmph, a group of blind bastards, this Taoist is also something you can covet?"

(End of this chapter)