The boy's trousers were rolled up, revealing his pale and thin ankles.
A few mice followed him not far or near, walking and stopping, their gray furry bodies vigilantly against the shadows, and from time to time they stretched out half of their bodies and looked around.
He did not turn around, but there was always a mouse who would pretend to look at Yu Xing and Gui Jiu who had never been away when he turned around and turned his head with confidence.
Crunch.
Crunch.
The sound of bones and flesh squeezing was very weak, but the environment was quiet, so the three of them could naturally hear it.
The boy held a pickled hardwood branch in his hand as a crutch, and with every step he took, he would hear this creepy squeezing sound on his legs.
He was barefoot, just like he learned to walk on the first day, walking tremblingly and extremely difficult. If it weren't for the branches, he would have fallen many times.
If an ordinary person dares to open the door and take a look at it, he will definitely be frightened by the boy's appearance-
In the middle section of his two calves, there was a circle of cut cracks, and strands of thread condensed by black air penetrated into the skin, acting as a suture connecting the upper and lower parts.
The stitches are dense and flat, reflecting Yu Xing's superb needlework skills and a rare serious attitude.
Unfortunately, it is not easy to cut off and sew. The connection between the limbs requires time to adapt. At this moment, the broken calves are still twisting with the pace of walking. It is this twist that keeps the bones and flesh squeezed and deformed.
At the same time, drops of tiny blood seeped out of the gap continuously and gradually gathered into a tiny blood line, flowing downwards.
However, whenever the blood is about to flow under the ankles, the boy will stand still and wipe the blood off with his sleeves, so as not to leave bloody footprints on the road, for fear that others will not find him.
At this time, he stood at the corner of the alley, bent down, and absorbed the blood on his legs with the already dyed sleeve fabric.
Looking at the calves that were emitting strange aura, the boy's expression was very numb.
His heart is far more complicated than before.
Because he couldn't understand.
Why, after breaking his legs, the fox demon could use the ability to grow and heal, which was not just a simple matter of connecting his legs. He really felt the existence of his feet and could control his feet.
But if the fox demon cured him, his legs were still bleeding and the fractured surface was clearly visible.
Things that transcend cognition always make people crazy, and Guijiu is very familiar with it.
The boy is doubting life and cognition.
A trace of invisible twist and shake that was invisible to the naked eye took root in the boy's mind, and I wonder what kind of flowers would bloom in the end.
At least now, there is only one thing that scares and confusion among the teenagers the most.
"I'm still a human being?"
Yu Xing heard the boy ask in a low voice.
The boy lowered his head, obviously looking at the two circles of black stitches.
"I, like a monster."
Like the legendary corpse monster that was sewn after death, and then stood up and continued walking.
After all, Fengtou Town is such a strange place, and it is not surprising that nothing appears. What about him? Will he be dead too? It’s just that because he is still in this town, he is still alive.
After all, since the fox demon chopped his legs, the boy felt particularly dazed. He was afraid of the pain and panicked that he could never stand up again. So when the fox demon cut off his legs, his whole mind was gone and he was ready to accept the severe pain that swept through.
But it doesn't hurt.
The cold, terrifying black mist enveloped him, as if he was being held in a bowl, his perception became extremely dull, and the fear was blocked outside the bowl, and the pain was also caused.
He sat on the ground, staring blankly at the two broken legs not far away. He was originally his most familiar limbs, but instantly he became distant and unfamiliar.
The fracture surface was also shrouded in black fog, and there was not much blood flowing. At that moment, I realized it and felt like an ant gnawing at the heart. It felt like a thrilling feeling was climbing up to my back.
He had only seen livestock limbs that did not shed blood at meat stalls.
Or the meat that is half-cooked and half-cooked.
His calves were also like meat and vegetables, and were picked up by the fox demon. The fox demon tried to pull the red cloth shoes on the broken leg. After only a few seconds, the shoes were taken off smoothly.
The fabric did not grow into the flesh, and the insteps and soles of his feet were very smooth, which was no different from the skin elsewhere on his body.
The boy completely ignored the surprise of his shoes being taken off, staring at his two calves with his eyes tightly, and grunting sounds that he had never realized in his throat.
Then he was touched by the fox demon's head, and an inexplicably bewitching voice said in his ear: "Don't think too much, just don't look at it if you are afraid. If you continue to think about it, you will be contaminated."
At that time, he woke up a little when he heard this voice. When he raised his eyes, he saw the "dog god" behind the fox demon showing some expressions of savageness.
A particularly strange expression is hard to describe.
It was like the "pollution" in the fox demon's mouth, exactly what he expected.
The boy was covered in cold sweat, but his attention was immediately diverted - after the fox demon got the red cloth shoes, he planned to sew his legs for him.
To be honest, the boy knew that some people practiced evil magic and could regenerate their broken limbs, even if they cut off their heads, they could take them back. However, he had never seen such a person in Fengtou Town and had never seen such a miracle with his own eyes.
But he still trusts the fox demon...
After all, the fox demon can even wear human skin, so the demonic techniques and evil techniques practiced by humans should be different? His own tricks are simply the difference between tricks and magic in front of the fox demon.
So the boy felt that there was no problem with the fox demon helping him pick up his legs.
It would be great if I could get rid of the red cloth shoes.
But when he really connected his legs, he realized it and felt strange, feeling that he had become a monster or a monster than a human.
The panic that had been suppressing for several years seemed to surge out with the break of his calf. Later, he was able to stand up. Yu Xing asked him to lead the way to Qiansanjia, but he was still absent-minded.
At the beginning, Yu Xing asked him to say a few words, but found that he was really absent-minded, so he gave up talking, which was very meaningless to let him be quiet.
But after walking all the way, the boy who was used to social fear could not hold it in his arms.
"I'm like a monster."
Even though he knew that the fox demon could not empathize with his feelings, he still murmured quietly, talking to himself and asking for help in a vague way.
He hopes the fox demon tells him a positive answer and tells him that he is still alive.
Yu Xing could see through the child's thoughts, and slowly walked forward in Guijiu's disdainful eyes of the boy, squatting face to face with the boy.
"You're not a monster."
He generously gave the teenager's words to be longed for.
"You should think so. You are no different from other patients in the clinic who have suffered trauma. But my doctor's treatment method is so strange that your wound looks a little weird."
Yu Xing chuckled and said, "It's the doctor's problem, not the patient's problem, it's mine, not yours."