Getting rich on pregnancy stones [Comprehensive]

Chapter 1

After the blood dries up, it leaves a dark red color on the ground. The grass that was trampled two days ago has become sparse and straightened, swaying in the wind with blood stains.In the quiet forest, there are only the sounds of insects and birds, and the once stable and peaceful village has become a hell on earth.

The corpses were lined up neatly one by one, and the mutilated ones were put back together with their limbs retrieved. The person who moved the corpses carefully put the same family members together.

The corpses were tidied up, dressed in ethnic clothes, their hair tidied and their faces scrubbed. 120 The eight corpses were neatly lined up in front of a half-dug pit, the eye sockets without eyeballs were bloody and bloody, and they stared blankly at the sky.

Kurapika just left for a while to find something to eat, and when he came back, a child appeared in the pile of corpses all over the floor.

About five or six years old, neatly dressed, with blood on his fair face, he stood blankly in front of Aunt Sola's body.

who is it?Is the murderer who destroyed the village and killed the tribe returned?Kurapika gripped the fruit-peeling knife he found at home, and slowly approached.

After walking a few steps, Kurapika threw away the knife in his hand and ran, stumbled around the corpse, rushed over and hugged the child tightly.

He knelt in the blood-soaked soil, and didn't even notice that the stone was stuck in his knees. He exhausted all the remaining strength in his body, and clasped the child's thin shoulders tightly with his arms.

Kurapika, who thought he had cried all his tears dry, shed tears again. He buried his head in the child's neck, from sobbing to howling.The sadness and anger in my heart poured out along with the tears, and the will propped up by hatred collapsed.

He is just a 12-year-old child who has witnessed the tragedy of the massacre of the whole family and is powerless.He was the only one left in the whole village. No matter how much he cried and begged, those familiar people would not answer him a word.

Don't leave me alone, what he wanted to say the most, finally someone can answer him.

The hugged child stood there blankly, his scarlet eyes full of confusion.

who am I?

where am I?

who is he?Why are you holding me and crying?

Tears flowed into the clothes, is the sticky snot?So sad.

But he cried so sadly.

I had no choice but to comfort him.

The thin arm pulled out from Kurapika's grip, and hugged him back, after thinking for a while, his fleshy little hand covered Kurapika's dull, messy blond hair.

"Don't cry, I'm here."

It should be like this, right?A memory emerged in my mind, the child fell to the ground, and a pair of hands picked him up, and that was what he said to him.

"Sasuke, don't cry, I'm here."

Who is Sasuke?

Who is behind his back?

Can not remember.

After being comforted, Kurapika cried even more fiercely. He didn't let go until the child's stomach rumbled for a while, and wiped away his tears embarrassingly.

Now he is not alone, in addition to avenging the Kuruta tribe, he also has to take care of this five or six-year-old child.

"Are you hungry? I'll take you to eat." Kurapika took the child's hand to lead him away, but the child stood still and refused to move, looking at him with scarlet eyes.Only then did Kurapika realize that the child's eyes were very different from the fiery red eyes he thought.

It's not the kind of fiery red eye whose whole eyeball is crystal clear and free of impurities. This child's eyes have whites and black pupils, and there is a black and red interlaced pattern in the black pupils.At first glance, it looks like red fiery eyes, but in fact, if you take a closer look, you will find that there is a world of difference between the two.

After a few glances at those eyes, Kurapika felt a little dizzy, and the ecstasy in his heart faded away.

Kuruta, am I still the only one?

"Let's go." Even though he was not from the Kuruta tribe, Kurapika did not let go of the child's hand.In this village where only corpses remain, the presence of a living person is also a kind of consolation.

The child didn't speak, didn't leave, and just stood there blankly.

Kurapika's eyes shifted to the dead body in front of the child, it was Aunt Sora alone, and he suddenly realized.

The Kuruta tribe lived in seclusion for generations and did not intermarry with outsiders. When she was young, Aunt Sola fell in love with an outside man. Because of this, her parents became ill, but she followed him and left without hesitation.When she came back a few years later, her parents had passed away, and people in the village didn't like her very much, so she lived alone on the edge of the village.

Kurapika likes Aunt Sora very much, she can make a lot of delicious snacks and is also very friendly to children.They just smiled and kept silent when they curiously asked what the outside world was like.

He still remembered that Aunt Molly next door to his house said that after Aunt Sola had a child with a man outside, she was abandoned by the man again.Calculated, if that child really existed, it should be five or six years old.

Poor child, must have been terrified by his father throwing corpses all over the ground.

"How did you get here? Is there anyone else?" Kurapika asked in a soft voice. After waiting for a while, the child didn't reply.

This kid... seems to have a problem.

Kurapika imagined a story about a heartless and shameless man who brought a defective child to his mother to extort child support, and found that Aunt Sora was dead and left the child behind.

"It's okay, you will be my younger brother from now on." Kurapika covered the child's sight, preventing him from looking at the corpses all over the floor.

"Brother?" The dumb kid finally responded again, "Are you my brother?"

"Yes, I'm your brother." Kurapika took his hand and tried to take him away, but after two failed attempts, the child finally moved his feet.

"Brother, when did you dye your hair?" The child being led away stared at Kurapika's blond hair. Although there was no brother in his memory, the child somehow felt that his hair should be black. longer...

"Dye your hair, no, we Kurutas all have blond hair." Kurapika replied naturally and then realized that he made a mistake. The child's black hair should follow his father.

Taking a careful look at the child, who was still dumbfounded, Kurapika heaved a sigh of relief, and led him back to his home.

The food in the village is still abundant. The Kuruta people are self-sufficient. In addition to food for each family, there are farmlands around, and there is a lake not far away, which provides water, fish and shrimp for Kuruta.

"Am I Kuruta?" The child sitting at the dining table suddenly asked.

"Yes, you are a Kuruta." Kurapika put the cooked noodles in front of the child. Since his father didn't want him, the child was his younger brother, and of course he was also a Kuruta.

"Why do I have black hair?" The child turned his head and stared at himself in the mirror for a long time. He vaguely remembered what race he was, was it Kuruta? "You are my brother, why are we different?"

"Do you remember your father?" Kurapika asked cautiously.

"Isn't it my brother and my father? Why did my brother ask me?" The child asked with his face up. Kurapika washed the towel and wiped the blood off his face. There was pity in his eyes.

It's so pitiful, have you been so scared that you even forgot your own father?How cruel would it be to throw a child as young as himself in the pile of dead people alone.

Out of sympathy, he decided to tell a lie. For the sake of the child, Kurapika believed that his father and mother who had already buried in the ground would forgive him.

"Because our father is brunette and our mother is blond, our brother's hair color is different."

"Oh." The child agreed, and continued to eat noodles with his head down.

Lying, the faces of his parents in his memory are blurry, but he remembers that they all have black hair.

So my father is my brother's father, but my black-haired mother is not my brother's mother?

Betrayal, derailment, illegitimate child, a series of words suddenly came out of the child's mind.

It turns out that I am an illegitimate child.

The child felt that he had found the truth of the matter.

He actually cooks for an illegitimate child without beating or scolding him, brother is really a good man!Much better than the other brother.

Another brother?who is it?

I don't remember having another brother, but why would I have such an idea?

No matter, eat noodles.

The child lowered his head to eat the noodles, and held the sea bowl in his little hands to drink the soup, his face was buried in the bowl.After taking a bite of the delicious egg noodles, the child who still couldn't remember anything decided that he was a Kuruta tribe.

"Then do you still remember your name?" Kurapika was already thinking about what name he should name his brother.

"Sasuke." The child glanced at the mirror, and the people inside also looked at him. "My name is Sasuke."

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