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Chapter 3 There are abandoned babies in the ice and snow

He suddenly heard the baby crying, frightened the old man Jiang, and quickly checked the grandson in his arms, but no, the crying came from a distance.

Maybe someone else, like him before, is on the way with the child?

But looking at the vast expanse of whiteness in the distance, and seeing no one, old man Jiang thought again, could it be a similar situation to the frozen mother and child, but the child is not dead yet?

Thinking of this, Jiang old man instinctively followed the sound to find it.

They didn't look far, and came to a frozen lake. On the frozen lake, there were two naked babies lying impressively!
"what?"

Old man Jiang walked over tremblingly, and saw two babies who were white and tender, only about a foot long, as if they had just been born.

Exactly one baby boy and one baby girl.The baby boy closed his eyes, clicked his mouth, and didn't even cry!

The baby girl was relatively normal, unable to open her eyes, crying desperately, and she was attracted by the girl's crying.

"Oops..." Old Jiang hurried up and looked around at the same time, but there was no one else.

Where did those babies come from?In this harsh winter, who gave birth to two children and then abandoned them in the ice and snow?

He didn't care so much for now, and immediately picked up the two children and put them in his arms.

But then, he fell heavily to the ground!
Running out of strength, the old man Jiang was trying to hold his breath and wanted to bring his grandson's body home.Moving forward like a walking corpse like that numbly, maybe he can still persist, but after all the tossing and holding three children, he really can't hold it anymore.

He just lay there on the frozen lake, panting, not knowing what to do.

Too poor, how long was he born?Before I open my eyes and take a look at the world, I am about to die of cold in this ice and snow.

However, this world may be like this.It wasn't the first time that Old Man Jiang had seen abandoned babies, but the ones he had seen before... were all skeletons.

In the Chashan village where he lives, there are one or two cases of infant death almost every year, some of them really died, they were congenitally weak or starved to death, but some... were abandoned.

On the edge of Chashan Village, there is a tall baby tower, which is actually a tower-shaped pile built of stones, specially used to abandon babies.

Some poor families are more ruthless, directly drowning babies who are sick or unable to support them, and many of them have never even opened their eyes.

Old man Jiang once saw abandoned babies floating in the river in the village. When he encountered them, he could only helplessly shout, 'Whose child?Collect the body for the baby! '

And some parents really can't do it, they will send the baby girl or sick baby to the tower, and let them fend for themselves. This will make those parents feel better, because they will imagine that there are good-hearted people Bringing an abandoned baby home and raising it is nothing but self-deception.

Old man Jiang had been to the baby tower before, but after seeing it once, he never dared to go there again.

That scene was unforgettable for him all his life. He realized that all babies were eaten alive by mosquitoes, rats and ants.There was nothing to do but cry.

"Don't cry, Ah Weng is with you..." old man Jiang murmured.

When people are about to die, they will always fall into memories.

Perhaps, this is fate... At the end of my life, I picked up two children. Although they were about to freeze to death soon, I could at least give them some warmth.

"Wow wow..." The baby girl cried desperately, she was pressed against Nu'er's body, turning purple from the cold.

Seeing this, old man Jiang gritted his teeth, pushed the corpse of his own grandson out of his chest, and pressed the two babies closer to his heart.

He told himself that the living are more important than the dead.

Just like that, he fell into a groggy state again, but immediately felt a warm current.

"Cold... no, it's warm... so warm..." Old man Jiang opened his eyes, still lying on his side on the frozen lake.

The side next to the ice surface was already frozen, but the chest was warm!

How is this going?

Looking down, the baby girl has stopped crying, and the baby boy has been sleeping soundly, and even bleeds out.

Halazi?Old man Jiang was stunned. In such a severe cold weather, he was almost frozen, and his tears turned into ice picks. How did this child saliva not freeze?
"Is it so warm in my arms? No...it's this child who is warm!"

Old man Jiang hasn't experienced such a warm embrace for a long time, and the baby boy is hot all over!It was this warmth that made him survive this old man again.

"Is this sick?"

In his opinion, this is the flashback of the extreme cold, which is about to freeze to death.

But what can he do?

The old man Jiang tried his best to move his body, and gradually moved his stiff body with the warmth of his chest.

Just when he was about to get up with difficulty, a voice came from a distance: "Look, there are living people!"

Hearing this voice, old man Jiang was overjoyed. Could it be that these two children survived?
No wonder he thought so, because in this time of catastrophe, refugees like him can't make such a sound, and they don't even pay attention to whether someone is lying there in the distance.

"Is it an official post? Did the court provide relief? That's great..."

Old man Jiang smiled knowingly, sat up slowly, and looked back.

However, this look made him tremble with fright.

It's not that the people who come here are ugly, on the contrary, they are all disaster victims and refugees like him.

But this is the scariest thing, because this group of people are running with rosy faces, there is only one possibility...they cannibalize.

"It turned out to be a shriveled old man." A group of three people came, and they were very disappointed after seeing it clearly.

The three of them were not strong, and their appearance was even a little simple and honest, but what they said was very ruthless: "This old man is old and dry, and he doesn't have much meat. It's better to pick up frozen meat on the side of the road to eat him. Slowly, you can eat it." melt away."

Hearing this, old man Jiang knew that these three people would not eat him.

Seriously, people... have plenty.But the dead must be frozen into lumps of ice, as hard as iron!And under this snow disaster, it is difficult to get dry firewood, and it is even more difficult to melt frozen people. Basically... they eat raw.

So, the group hopes to find a living person, or even preferably a child.

"Huh? There's a child here..."

Hearing this, Old Man Jiang hugged him tightly, as if shrinking there, trying to keep himself warm.

"Oh, it's frozen into lumps of ice." It turned out that what the group saw was the corpse of the grandson pushed out of Jiang's arms,

"Let's go." The leader waved his hand, and the three turned and left.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't say a word to the old man, as if I was just picking meat and buying vegetables.

I'm afraid they didn't expect that there would be two limp babies in his arms when there was already a frozen child lying beside the old man.

"Huh..." Old man Jiang heaved a sigh of relief.

But before he had time to be happy, the baby girl in his arms cried again. Such a baby would easily wake up with just a few movements.

"Ah?" Hearing the voice, the three refugees turned their heads together with great joy.

The old man Jiang struggled to get up, turned around and ran, but fell down within a few steps.

The legs and feet are numb, and the ice lake is not as deep as the road, which is too slippery.

"Old man, so you still have one hidden..."

"Oh, it's two!"

They caught up and opened the old man's hands, revealing two babies, a boy and a girl, and they were ecstatic.

These two little babies look too tender, white and smooth, completely different from the children brought by other refugees, and they can be seen at a glance.

"stop!"

"Beast! Stop!"

The old man Jiang was in a hurry, but how could he, a shriveled old man who was dying, be able to defeat three young men who had eaten their stomachs full?

It was easily pushed to the ground and a pair of babies were taken away.

The baby girl was crying, her body was shaking, and she was being held upside down by her ankles.The baby boy still didn't cry, and his head was clamped by the big palm!

Judging by the strength of his hand, he didn't care about strangling the child to death at all.

The old man Jiang's eyes were scarlet, his eyes were about to split open, and he blurted out: "Let go of my grandson, that's my grandson, you can't eat him!"

However, the three young men didn't care at all, and walked away quickly, carrying the two babies as if they were carrying two pieces of meat.

The old man Jiang got up again, his hands and feet were stiff, and he limped after him.

People don't care, as if it's not the first time they acted, they don't pay attention to this kind of half-dead 'mummy' at all.

The three of them walked for about a mile and came to a ruin, which was probably a small village that had been crushed by heavy snow.

In the ruins, there was actually a bonfire with an iron pot on it, with water boiling in it.

"Huh? Cook, did you really light up the fire?"

"The wind stopped, the snow stopped, I can't make fire again, don't live."

"It's great, it's ready to eat!"

It turned out that there were four people in total, three of them went out to look for food, and one stayed behind to start a fire.

"Why so small?" The guy looked back at the two tender babies, and couldn't help but lose his mind.

Especially the crying baby girl, who cried so much that he hesitated to speak.

"This girl is so loud, let's put it in the pot first!" One person was about to throw the baby girl into the pot.

The cook instinctively yelled: "Wait a minute!"

The three of them were taken aback and asked, "What's wrong?"

The cook took the baby girl, straightened her up, held her in his arms, and said, "The water is not boiling yet."

"What's the matter?" The three of them felt baffled, and they ate all the raw food in the past!
The cook insisted: "I raise the fire, how to cook, I have the final say!"

Everyone didn't care, they just said that the cook was addicted to cooking.

After a while, the water boiled away.

However, the cook touched the frozen face of the baby girl, but he didn't seem to notice it. The three of them looked at each other and decided to take the baby boy first.

"This baby boy is warm and doesn't cry. Is he sick?"

"Which meat we eat is not sick? What are you afraid of!"

"Too!"

Just as he was talking, a hoarse voice came from behind: "Stop, let go of my grandson, I'll feed it to you!"

The old man Jiang finally limped over. Seeing that the two children hadn't finished cooking yet, he breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly laughed and begged, "Eat me, eat me!"

The cook glanced at old man Jiang and sighed slightly.

The refugee holding the baby boy shook his head: "Eating you might as well dig up a dead body and eat it."

"You have the fire and the pot, so you don't have to kill my grandson...I'll find it for you, I know where the baby's body is still!" Pleading, the old man hunched over, holding a knife in his arms. .

The cook added a sentence: "It's also..."

Hearing this, the old man Jiang curled up his hand, hesitated slightly, and let go of the hatchet.

However, under this hesitation, a plop was heard, and the baby boy was thrown into the pot.

The baby boy, who was sleeping soundly, struggled suddenly, twisted and twitched in the scalding water, and then stopped moving.

Just at this scene, Old Jiang's mind was buzzing, and it went blank.

The refugee laughed dryly and said, "This baby hasn't been weaned yet, he won't be able to support him this year, why don't I give him a good time."

When the other two brothers heard this, they felt that what he said was somewhat reasonable. Two newborns who seemed to be only a few days old, probably hadn't had a mouthful of milk yet, how could they support them?
Rather than dying of hunger and cold, let them have a good meal.

"Old man, is this your grandson? His meat saved our lives, so I'll share it with you..."

The refugee was still talking, but saw a flash of the knife.

puff!

His head rolled to the ground, blood staining the white snow.

"what!"

"He has a knife!"

The remaining three were terrified and backed away again and again!
The cook's eyes widened, he didn't expect this shriveled, half-dead old man to be so fierce!
The knife just now was too fast, and before they realized it, the person was already dead.

They never looked down upon the old man, nor did they think that he hid a hatchet.Just such a broken hatchet cut off a person's head in an instant, which means that the strength, speed and even the angle have reached a certain level. Is this old man an executioner?
There was no hesitation in taking out the knife, and there was even a killing spirit, it was a veteran!The kind that killed people on the battlefield!
That's right, the troubled times ended not long ago. It would be strange if a civilian of this age had never been a soldier.

"Grandson..." Jiang old man stepped up to the pot in a few steps, whimpered, and stretched out his hand to scoop it up.

While his right hand was trembling, the knife fell to the ground.It turned out that the knife just now was already the limit, it was an outburst of anger, he was old after all.

Coupled with the fact that he is weak, his right wrist is sprained at this moment, and the joints can be seen to be abnormally protruding, so he can't hold the knife at all.

"His hand is broken, stop him!"

"I found the knife!"

The cook didn't move, but the other two chose to rush forward and hold down the dangerous old man, about to kill him.

The old man's left hand was scalded by boiling water, and he couldn't lift his right hand. He was pressed to the ground by two big men and cried loudly.

He already regarded the baby he picked up as his grandson, but once again, he lost his loved one.

Seeing his grandson being thrown into the boiling pot alive with his own eyes made him heartbroken!

"My God... my God!" Old man Jiang didn't know why he was still alive, and there were endless appeals in his roar.

"Boom!"

All of a sudden, a pair of pink and tender meat hands stretched out from the pot, grabbing the edge.

The next moment, a fleshy head popped out, steam rising, and boiling water dripping...

A pair of big round eyes, looking around blindly.

The eyes of the four people gathered at once, and their eyes were extremely astonished.

"Monster...youkai!"

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　PS: sorry.Thanks to 'Servant Yiyi' and Luo Yan for being the leader, and adding two more chapters.If you only think that the protagonist's outburst is the rhythm, then it can only be said that the rhythm is very slow in the early stage, and I am trying to die.

　　
　
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