Chapter 641: little monster

At this moment, Han Fei turned around and jumped and left her original position, but when she looked over, there was nothing left. Only then did she clearly see a small black thing floating on her shoulder.
Han Fei took a sigh of relief and glanced around, but didn't see anything, but in the blink of an eye, the thing disappeared.
But the crying sound that resounded in my ears turned into laughter, and the sound of crying and laughter was changing, sometimes approaching, sometimes far, uncertain, like a ghost.
What Han Fei hates most is this trick of pretending to be a fool, so it made her feel a little irritable, but helplessly, this kind of trick that seemed to be teased was really like a child.
Wait, kid? !
Between the lightning and the fire, Han Fei suddenly remembered the mysterious toys that belonged to children that Mu Miaomiao had dug out before, and the rattles and bells that Qin Che had put in now...
Han Fei's heartbeat speeded up a bit, and she suddenly felt that her brain was not enough. All the things and clues seemed to extend in one direction, but the guess made her dare not think deeply.
Is it a child buried in this coffin?
The moment this thought came into being, Han Fei felt her brain hurt severely, as if there was a picture, flashed through her mind, but she couldn't catch it quickly, and she lost a piece of it in her heart.
At this moment, the sound of laughter rang in her ears again, but this time, Han Fei did not jump away immediately, but slowly turned her head, her neck was like a rusty machine, until she was right She had a pair of black eyes, without a trace of white, her face was still reflected in the round black eyes.
It was too close. Han Fei could smell the strong medicinal smell at this distance. It was the smell of being soaked in medicinal wine for a long time and it was very choking.
Han Fei missed a beat fiercely, and the hairs on her back stood up. If ordinary people directly encountered such a pair of eyes, they would have passed out.
Those big eyes receded slowly, and Han Fei’s breathing stopped for a moment. Until now, she finally saw clearly what it was, and this thing was like the thing she had guessed before. , It doesn't look like it doesn't look like it.
It was a monster like a child.
Said it is a child, the thing does have the appearance of a child, with a round face, a tender face, and a small blame on the head. The clothes on the body are very delicate, but they are tattered and dirty, with small arms. The calf was exposed, a tiger-toed shoe was still on her foot, and the other foot was bare, and the shoe was missing.
Said it is a monster, because the whole body of the child is black, so black that it turns blue and purple, as if poisoned. Many of the wounds on his body are small wounds, like being bitten by a bug or a scorpion. They are not intact. They look like color blocks, especially those eyes, which are not ordinary eyes. They only have black and no white. But looking closely, Han Fei discovered that the monster child does not have white eyes, but even his The whites of his eyes are all black, mixed with the pupils.
The child was hung from a tree vine. His body was very small and curled up into a ball. He looked like he was only one or two years old. His facial features had not yet grown. He threw away the strange skin and wounds. , And those horrible eyes, this would be a child who was carved and carved.
Han Fei was looking at him, and the little monster was looking at her.
The two eyes looked at each other for a while, and Han Fei moved cautiously. The little monster jumped up and disappeared, but Han Fei reacted flexibly and chased to the tree trunk. The child was on all fours. Grabbing the trunk tightly, the whole person fell there.
Because of his skin color and the darkness of the night, Han Fei has never seen it there. This baby is too dark! ~
Han Fei endured forbearance, or she said, "What are you?"
The little monster didn't answer, but just stared at Han Fei blindly with those black eyes, but there was no hostility in those eyes, as if he was confirming something.
Han Fei's mind turned quickly. There is no doubt that this little monster is what was kept in the coffin, but who is this kid? Why are you locked up in a coffin? After being buried in the ground for so long, how can it still survive? Is this... still human?
Even though there were so many questions in her heart, Han Fei strangely found that she didn't have any thoughts of doing it. She didn't even have the desire to catch him and hurt him.
Perhaps in her heart, this little monster is not in any danger?
But how is this possible! You must know whether this is something that can poison the entire village, or is something that exists as an eye! According to that old poison's temperament, there will never be useless things here!
Thinking about it this way, Han Fei is more and more wanting to be the identity of this little monster, but thinking about the speed of his movement just now, it is definitely not so easy to chase, even she can't reach that speed, and wants to catch It's really difficult to live.
Han Fei had a headache. She thought about it. Yu Guang saw the rattle on the ground, and thought that the little monster had been making rattles and bells before it appeared. I think it was the child's disposition that was causing trouble!
Han Fei picked up the rattle and shook it a few times at the little monster. The rattle made a crisp sound, which was really nice. As expected, the little monster was immediately attracted to look at it. It seemed to be somewhat I wanted to fly over, but hesitated again.
Han Fei didn't worry, she just shook the rattle so gently, trying to lure the little monster down.
Before long, the black shadow on the tree trunk flashed, and the little monster had appeared in front of Han Fei. It seemed that he stretched out his fleshy little arm to the rattle from Han Fei's hand, and Han Fei took the opportunity to grab it. It, in a moment, a weird, terrifying and harsh scream erupted from the little monster's mouth.
Han Fei felt that her eardrums were about to break, but she did not let go, and held the child tightly. Until she caught it, she was surprised to find that this child...the whole body was horribly cold, like ice cubes. .
Han Fei's face sank, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she clasped the little monster's wrist, and her pulse was as expected without any heartbeat. This is the pulse of a deceased person. As expected, this child is not alive. ...
Looking at the child struggling hard in his hands, the screams were still very harsh, it was not like a dead person could make it. If it weren't for the pulse, the child would be alive. Han Fei couldn't imagine it. Could it be... …Is this really a monster, not a human?