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Song Xianhe woke up from a nightmare, in such a hot afternoon, he was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were full of horror, and he sat on a chair panting heavily.

It was obviously very hot, but he felt a chill behind him, and the girl's cold voice seemed to be echoing in his ears, he shivered, and rushed out of the room.

Terrible!

Walking downstairs into the courtyard and feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin, he relieved himself.

Seeing that Hu Laosan was still lying under the grape trellis, he frowned, and was about to go over and shout, but suddenly heard a sound of laughter and noise coming from the courtyard behind him.

Laughing and joking......

Song Xianhe took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, just four o'clock in the afternoon, he glanced at Hu Laosan, who was still lying on the chair and did not move, and a turbid breath erupted from his nose, this third child is really getting more and more lazy, almost like in the village.

Well! Looks like we'll have to talk to him then.

Turn around and walk towards the backyard.

For some reason, he always felt that the passage leading from the front yard to the back yard was cool today.

It's a bit chilly.

But the backyard sounds continue, sounding like a group of kids discovering something interesting.

Wow, that's fun!

His brows furrowed even deeper, he had already said that he was not allowed to make loud noises in the welfare home, and the fat aunt didn't know where to go, and she must have forgotten to lock the door of the upstairs room when she left, so that those little cubs secretly ran down.

The little cub is too annoying and naughty, don't spoil the things in the yard when the time comes.

This is secondary.

The key is that if you run out and talk nonsense, it is a very important time to investigate it strictly.

Alas!

It's not easy to make money these days.

As soon as he walked to the backyard, he saw a group of children pouting on the grass to see something. The children didn't notice that someone was coming, they stared at the ground intently, and from time to time let out an exclamation, which attracted people's attention.

Song Xianhe felt a little strange, he looked very strange about these children on the grass in the backyard.

Although as the director of the orphanage, he usually pays little attention to the children in the orphanage, but because there are not many children, there will be a few familiar faces.

What's going on?

Could it be that you've recently brought in some more?

Song Xianhe exhaled dissatisfiedly, what did he say, he must inform him if he takes in orphans, this fat aunt has been in the orphanage for a long time, and she is too reckless.

Well, it seems that Hu Laosan is not the only one to talk to.

"What are you looking at?" He asked in a calm voice as he walked over.

A skinny boy turned his head, his pale face and his eyes curled into crescents.

"Ants."

Ant?

Song Xianhe lowered his head, and sure enough, he saw a row of black ants moving rapidly in the grass, he frowned, "What is there to look at ants?" ”

Forgive adults for not understanding the fun of children.

The little boy tilted his head, "We just want to see where the ants crawl." ”

Song Xianhe tugged at the corners of his mouth, heh, that's really boring, I'm afraid that only children who don't know the world can be so innocent and carefree after being abandoned by their parents.

I was about to call these little cubs back to the house.

I saw that the little boy suddenly raised his head, showing two rows of white teeth, tilting his head innocently, "Do you want to join us?" Want to join us? ”

Song Xianhe: ......

Well, not really.

As a mature man in his fifties, he didn't like this kind of kid game at all, and he had no interest in ants. Besides, he is also a dean, the actual ruler of the orphanage, pouting his ass and lying on the ground to watch ants or something, it is too inconsistent with his image, and his prestige will be damaged.

"Okay."

Promised.

Song Xianhe himself was stunned, no, no, what he wanted to say was refusal.

But he's already said it.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the children who were lying on the ground watching the ants all raised their heads, and their big and round eyes stared at him tightly, which was very terrifying.

Song Xianhe coughed lightly twice, and immediately wanted to regret it, but his hand had been pulled by a child, "Pull the hook and hang it, for a hundred years, it is not allowed to change." "Don't change.

Belch?

Before he could react, it was possible that he couldn't react, so he was pulled over.

"Lie down."

So he lay down on the grass very well-behaved.

Uncanny!

The body seemed to be controlled by something, but Song Xianhe didn't have time to think about it at this time, he saw the ants that were crawling in the grass coming towards him.

Ants crawl on the body and are difficult to handle.

Just thinking about it, suddenly his body was held down by several children, obviously only a few years old, but the strength was so great that he couldn't break free, and he watched the ants get closer and closer.

At this point, Song Xianhe finally panicked and was afraid.

His wrinkled, honest-looking eyes were full of fear.

But I just can't break free.

The swarm of ants had already crawled on top of him.

Song Xianhe regretted it very much, he knew that he wouldn't come, he came to see what ants when he was sick.

It's late.

A shabby-dressed boy appeared above his head, his face was very pale, the corners of his mouth hooked into a strange smile, and he faintly smelled a sweet fragrance in the air.

Be...... Honey.

Before he could figure it out, he saw the boy holding a clay jar, scooping a spoonful out of it with an aluminum spoon, and slowly pouring it on his face.

Eyes, nose, mouth, ears.

After a while, Song Xianhe's honest and honest face was covered with golden honey, and the kid was quite careful and left his nostrils out.

Able to breathe.

But soon, Song Xianhe couldn't laugh.

I saw that the ants that had already crawled on him were like a group of morale-like troops, following the sweet smell of honey, crawling towards his face.

Song Xianhe opened his mouth wide, and before he could cry for help, the ant crawled into his mouth.

Then there is the nose, the eyes, the ears. Everything that can be drilled into the hole, no hole.

He never knew that there were so many ants in the orphanage, as if he would never be able to climb up.

Those ants quickly crawled all over Song Xianhe's entire face.

The terrible thing is that he can't move at all, and can only watch the ants enter his body.

It didn't take long for Song Xianhe to feel the commotion coming from within his body.

Itching.

It was as if a light and delicate feather was constantly scratching his veins and nerves, and he vaguely felt a burst of pain, which deepened as time passed.

In the end, even the bones itched and hurt.

Song Xianhe didn't know how many ants had entered his body, he was so frightened that he wanted to scratch it with his hand, but his hand was pressed by several children and couldn't move at all.

Child?

Song Xianhe was stunned for a moment, looked up, and the child who pressed his hand grinned, his face was rapidly rotting away at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a plague spreading.