Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Chapter 137

This person is very good-looking, with a small face and round eyes. He looks young and not very tall, but the color of his hair is a bit strange, with a few strands of red hair mixed in with his black hair. He is wearing a black coat with very long sleeves.

It feels like you are floating in the air when you walk.

When the child saw the shadow of a chicken on him, he knew that he was a monster.

A red-crested chicken demon.

She whispered to Cao Ping to be careful of him.

Cao Ping said indifferently: "I know."

Child: "Can you see his true form too?"

Cao Ping: ...

"He obviously has problems, why bother looking at that?"

The little boy also looked at the child in disbelief: "You really don't use your brain at all?"

The child looked up at the sky silently: ...

She has already realized how stupid her words were, no need to remind her!

In a place like this, even if you're not a demon, you still have to be careful...

Cao Ping and the child stood aside and watched for a long time, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

It is true that no one gave him money, but not many people came either.

Those who took things from him seemed cleaner and stronger than others... but that wasn't the case.

That crazy old man went too.

He asked the stall owner for one - blood food.

This time, the stall owner did not look for it on the shelf, but gave him a steamer, a very small steamer, only the size of two palms, which was originally placed on the stove next to it.

But the stove was not on, and the smell of cold food would be smaller. The child could smell the scent of dough and meat, so it must be buns.

Why is it called blood food?

The child was just frowning in thought when something unexpected happened. The old man who was walking and eating with the steamer in his hand was suddenly kicked to the ground.

Someone robbed!

The old man pleaded pitifully: "Give it back... give it back to me, I want to eat it, give it back to me!"

"What is this? Why do you have these but we don't?" The robber Cao Ping looked at the old man who crawled over and pulled his trouser legs, and questioned him without any humanity.

Child: ...Without us, free things are good, but I don’t really want them!

Little boy: "What delicious little buns! They've been snatched up. Go grab a couple and try them. They look like good stuff."

The child looked at the Minotaur and the stall owner without any reaction, just like when Waiya beat people.

Some people did look over here, and some even took a few steps towards this side and then stopped. I didn't know what they meant.

The old man could only beg and completely ignored Cao Ping's words. He stared at the steamer in his hand with a pitiful look.

The child hesitantly moved his feet.

The little boy looked at her with a smile.

Before she took a step forward, someone finally spoke: "Hey, little brother, don't embarrass him. This old man is a lunatic. If you want to know anything, just ask me. As long as..."

He swallowed and said, "As long as you share some of the blood food with me."

"Zeng Datou, you're so shameless!" Someone couldn't stand it anymore and cursed, "Little brother, ignore him and just ask me. I just want a bun!"

"I want half one!"

"I want a bite!"

"It's wrong for you to do this. I...I don't want anything!"

The soft voice drowned out everyone else.

"As long as you let Grandpa Wu go, I will tell you everything."

At first glance, one would think that the speaker was a child, but in fact, the person speaking looked like she could be a grandmother.

In the end, Cao Ping took Zeng Datou and Grandma Dou away.

The old man on the ground began to sob and stumbled after him: "My blood food, give my blood food back to me."

He kept shouting and would pounce on the items from time to time to grab them. His movements were slow and clumsy, and he would fall to the ground at every turn, but he still wouldn't give in.

Zeng Datou muttered impatiently: "This old thing."

Grandma Dou tried to comfort him: "Alright, alright, Grandpa Wu, please go. This is all destined. You won't be able to eat today. Go quickly."

As she said this, she stood far away and refused to get close to the old man. Zeng Datou looked very impatient, his teeth were chattering, but he still stood far away.

The children all noticed that something was wrong.

What's more, Xiaotong and Cao Ping.

"then."

Cao Ping dodged Old Wu again and picked up a bun and threw it to Zeng Datou.

"Just say it here."

Zeng Datou did catch it, but when the old man pounced on him, he was so scared that he threw it away immediately.

The old man caught it, stuffed it into his mouth and ate it all in one gulp.

Zeng Datou said in frustration, "It doesn't count, little brother, this doesn't count. How dare I snatch things from Old Wu? Let's just get rid of him first."

"Oh? Why is that?" Cao Ping stuffed the steamer into the child's arms and asked calmly.

Zeng Datou and Grandma Dou were both dumbfounded.

The little boy clapped his hands and laughed: "This is bad, you are in trouble."

The child dodged around the tree, avoiding Old Wu, and shouted loudly: "Why are you so mean?!"

Why are you so bad?

Cao Ping said without even turning his head: "Don't run too far."

The child said: "Don't listen to him. Hurry up and throw the steamer at his head. He's so close, it will definitely hit him. Hurry up, hurry up, I'm talking to you."

fart!

There is no good person or good ghost here. The child ran around in circles, distracted by what they were saying, and then ran even faster.

There is indeed something wrong with this old man. He can suck people's vitality.

Zeng Datou said that there are many people like Lao Wutou here, and monsters like such people very much. The stall was set up specifically for these people. They can ask for anything, but they have to pay a price. As long as you take their things, you have to go on stage.

"What channel?" the child interrupted in pain from his foot pain.

"This," Zeng Datou grinned and said happily, "is of course the life and death arena. Those monsters love to watch people fight, so when they get interested, they bring all these people over and start gambling. We can also participate. If we win a lot, some monsters will be so happy that they will let people go.

Of course, it's best not to leave. Winners are happy, but losers aren't necessarily happy. If you leave, you might end up dying a worse death."

Cao Ping: "What about those who don't leave?"

"Waiting to be made into blood food," Zeng Datou finished speaking, and then added, "All of us are their blood food, but with so many people, it may not be our turn.

People like Old Wu still have some face among the monsters. Those who are willing to be protected by them will be safe, and those who are lucky enough can live to old age.

Here we have food, clothes and a place to sleep. You will understand after staying here for a while. It is quite good.”

What's good about it?

"Yes," Grandma Dou also chimed in, "Instead of suffering outside, it's better to stay here and live comfortably. If you make achievements, you can even live upstairs."

Her gaze turned toward the higher cliffs.

"Then you won't be eaten."

Cao Ping: "Merit? What kind of merit can I achieve here?"

Grandma Dou said with a smile:

"There are many more, but the first one is not to cover up the whereabouts of strangers!"