The Heartless Mage Chapter 253: Inhuman (1)

After a night like this, on the morning of the next day, Shi Danfeng first went to the nearby train ticket office to book two train tickets to Kunming, and then led the kitten out the door and bought the kitten a new suit that fit. pants. She had to take the kitten with her, she thought. The kitten followed her, at least in terms of food and lodging. Besides, she was reluctant to leave the kitten. If she really couldn't find Wuxin, she thought to herself that it would be good to adopt the kitten as a son.

In the afternoon, she took the kitten on the train and went all the way south in panic. At the same time, Shi Gaofei retreated from the barren mountains and forests with nothing, and was sitting at a market stall eating and drinking. Under the guidance of the Bone God, he wandered aimlessly in the mountains for a whole night last night, nearly falling off a cliff several times. Originally, he felt that the ghost of the Bone God was a little unreliable. After the adventure last night, he didn't want to pay attention to the other party anymore.

After eating and drinking, he rocked the big man and found himself a small hotel to live in. If he didn't sleep, he couldn't hold it any longer. He lay on a hard bed full of bed bugs, and fell into sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

He couldn't get up the next day, his bones seemed to be out of joint, two big feet were high on the head of the bed, and the soles of his feet were covered with shriveled blood blisters, which was the result of running around all night. . Struggling to go out and buy bamboo rice to fill his stomach, he sat on the bed and sighed. He took out an unintentional old undershirt from his schoolbag and spread it on the pillow. He leaned on the pillow and closed his eyes, thinking about his son, he was about to die.

The owner of the hotel gave birth to a large number of children like mud monkeys, and the little animals were crawling and rolling outside the hotel. Scooby listened to the cubs laughing and scolding, and heard that his twenty-five years old suddenly became fifty-two. He raised the back of his dirty, rough hand and wiped his eyes. He thought that if the boss's sons and daughters were lost, the boss could be raised with the boss' wife. Anyway, the world is full of their kind; Baby.

He slumped on the bed with his back to the sky, and began to shed tears. He thought that he hadn't bought anything to eat or clothes for the baby for a long time.

On the third day, Shi Gaofei got out of bed and felt that his arms and legs belonged to him again, so he planned to go into the mountains again. According to Bone God, the prison where his son was detained was actually not very remote, but the location was tricky, making it difficult for people to find it easily.

Before he set off, however, he received a call from Shi Danfeng. Shi Danfeng held the phone in one hand, the kitten in the other, a travel bag on his shoulders, and a plastic bag hanging from his wrist. The bag also contained two boxes of instant noodles and half a bottle of Sprite left by the kitten. Standing in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, she shouted loudly: "Xiao Fei! I'm in Kunming, I'll go to Zhaotong right now. Where are you in Zhaotong now? Don't leave, just wait for my sister!"

Ding Sihan stood under the hazy sky and hung up the satellite phone in his hand. The previous Ding Sihan has always been a busy man, quite famous in Southeast Asia, traveling around the world to get money. He got money to support the prodigal son in Kunming. He was a prodigal son. No matter how he raised it, he seemed to be unable to support him, so Ding Sihan was about to die.

The former Ding Sihan has now become a shadow in his heart. The new Ding Sihan doesn't see money, let alone sacrifice his life unprincipled for a prodigal son. Pushing away the business that came to him one by one, he raised his hand back and threw the satellite phone into the bodyguard's hands accurately.

Hands and fingers were pressed against the scalp, and the thick short hair was combed back slowly. With a teenage soul and a tens-year-old body, he was often unable to accept his old state. There was a sudden scream from the room, the loud voice of the bodyguard. After a while, the tall and tall bodyguard ran out and whispered in a game tone, "I almost got bitten on the hand."

Ding Sihan didn't look back and muttered to himself: "Next time let Yanna feed him, Yanna's skills are good."

The burly man waved his hands, hehe smiled and agreed. Mr. Ding is always considerate, smiling and always has something to say. Although the old man recently changed his **** and suddenly turned into a gloomy and violent temper, but the bodyguards have been with him for many years, and Almighty doesn't care about him like he is considerate of the old man.

Ding Sihan lived in the mountains for a month. The more he lived, the more painful it became, and the pleasure he had gained from revenge faded to nothing. Sitting alone on a hardwood chair in the living room, he self-examined his heart and found that the problem was still caused by Wuxin.

He suddenly wanted Wuxin to die, and when Wuxin died, he would be free of worries and go out to see the sun and the world before he died of old age. Can not die!

He doesn't know how to deal with Wuxin, the torture has been done to the extreme, and it's going on day and night. Day after day, he was full of unintentional flesh and blood, and he almost ate to the point where he was about to vomit.

Keeping Wuxin, he can't handle it; letting go of Wuxin, he is unwilling. He subconsciously took out a pipe from his pocket with his right hand. He was not addicted to smoking, but his body was an old smoking gun. Filling the pipe with damp shredded tobacco, he smoked cigarettes all afternoon. After inhaling to the end, he put out his pipe. He stood in the living room with a cup of hot Pu'er tea and slowly drank it in front of the mirror on the wall. The old face in the mirror gave him a sense of right and wrong. Everything that should have changed and shouldn't have changed. Only his pain remained unchanged. The glasses slid down comically to the tip of the nose, and everything in the field of vision became hazy. Neither male nor female, neither old nor much, the otherworldly sense of superiority disappeared, he lowered his head and drank a sip of hot tea, then smiled over his shoulder, thinking that he was both the abused and the abuser.

After finishing his cup of hot tea, he went downstairs to the basement. The basement door was wide open, and Yana was walking up with a broken bamboo basket. Unintentional eating, drinking, and Lazard are all carried out in the basement, and people have to be sent in to clean up every once in a while. Yanna is a stateless boy who was born and raised on the border. At first, he worked as a mercenary to earn a living. Later, when the army dispersed, he wandered into the hands of Ding Sihan. Holding an iron rod more than one meter long in his hand, every time he entered the basement to work, he would stand at the door preemptively, and beat Wuxin to stand still.

Greeting to Ding Sihan, Yanna went upstairs with a broken bamboo basket. The basement had been cleaned, and there was a red and white monster curled up under the cross in front of him, it was Wuxin.

One of Wuxin's hands is locked by the iron cuffs hanging from above, while the other hand is free, holding a boiled potato. The potatoes were steaming hot, but he was not afraid of the heat, so he lowered his head and bit and swallowed in a panic. After eating one, he picked up another from between his feet and filled the whole thing into his mouth.

Ding Sihan didn't dare to approach Wuxin rashly, took a step inward, and he stopped: "Wuxin."

Inadvertently licked the mashed potato in the palm of his hand, then picked up the last potato. The potatoes were too big and underripe, making his mouth full of chewing. Although his ears heard the sound of the door, his expression was indifferent, and there were only potatoes in his eyes.

Ding Sihan tortured him into an insensitive beast. The deeper the pain, the shallower the memory. The people he loves, father, sister, have all faded into vague shadows. The sturdy and sharp teeth crunched the potatoes into mash, and his lowered eyes trembled as he chewed.

The juice of the potatoes soaked half of his face, and half of his face was covered with a pink film, with uneven white hairs drilled out of the film. After swallowing the last mouthful of potatoes, he slowly turned to the door.

Ding Sihan stood still and looked at him without moving. He has always liked Wuxin's black eyes. The spiritual energy of the world is all gathered in Wuxin's black eyes, and it is also full of brilliance when he is the most angry and painful. However, since he made a ruthless attack on Wuxin a few days ago, the brilliance in Wuxin's eyes suddenly disappeared.

With a knife, he shaved half of the unintentional face into a skeleton. At that time, Wu was so distressed that he almost broke the shackles of the iron chain. After he stopped the knife, the steel cross behind Wuxin was slightly deformed. With the iron chain embedded in his **** body, Ding Sihan thought he was going to wail, but he opened his mouth and only let out a long sigh.

He has been completely silent since then.

Ding Sihan stared silently at Wuxin, as if he couldn't see enough. The revenge that should have been avenged has been avenged - and he has paid it all. There are still some that cannot be reported and irreparable. He has no choice but to do so.

The air in the basement is foul, but mostly sweet, not foul. Ding Sihan said, "Are you full?"

Wuxin looked up at him and saw that he was a human, terrible person. Gritting his teeth subconsciously, there were two impressions in his mind, one was scary, and the other was people - scary people, scary people.

Ding Sihan turned around and went upstairs, took two cakes, and asked Yanna to tie Wuxin back to the cross. Yanna entered the basement with a helper, Ding Sihan stood outside the door, only to hear the clanging chaos in the room for a while, and finally the two bodyguards ran out one after the other, Yanna licked the shallow light on the back of his hand. Scratches: "Sir, people are tied up."