Again, solemnly declare: Although this book is in an environment similar to that of modern times, all the contents are fictional and must be of artistic processing. Please do not link it to the reality before. Remember this is a novel! This is a novel! This is a novel!

Yuan Qing turned his head slightly and saw a boy standing there, showing a well-behaved smile, and his behavior was in line with traditional etiquette concepts, and he looked like a standard good boy.

But if you look closely at the child's face, you will find that his eyes are empty and his limbs are a little stiff, making the originally well-behaved child look very strange.

Yuan Qing closed his eyes slightly, vaguely guessed something, and asked, "Where is this place? What are you doing? Who are you?"

"This is a repair shop! Repair broken things! As for me, of course I am a good boy!" The child answered obediently, and Yuan Qingwei continued to ask: "So, can I visit this place?"

"Of course! Isn't this the repair shop set up for you?" A low voice recalled that a strong man in a similar medical uniform walked over with a stitch in his hand. Unlike the strange and well-behaved boy, this man's face was peaceful, but the corner of his mouth had a gloomy smile, and the tip of the stitch in his hand had a faint blood stain.

He looked at Yuan Qingwei, his face became more and more ferocious, and he smiled and said, "But, in my opinion, you seem to be a little broken. Why not let me repair it for you before you watch it!"

As he said that, the slug in the strong man's hand waved towards Yuan Qingwei.

The attack of the trainer was not at all a routine, but when the trainer passed through the air, a distorted artistic conception was involuntarily permeated around him.

What's even more strange is that when facing this teaching stick, Yuan Qingwei actually had a kind of fear, not the fear of the weak facing the strong, but a feeling of being pointed by thousands of people and despised by thousands of people. The feeling of isolation, helplessness and helplessness interfering with Yuan Qingwei's will.

As his eyes turned cold, Yuan Qingwei's long sleeves shook, and a whisk flew out, holding it in his hand.

The whisk handle is more than two feet long, with a black color as the base, with silver patterns engraved with the top of the head, with a golden lotus pattern, which is surrounded by one inch, five minutes and seven centimeters. It is snow-white when hanging down, and three feet above and down. The handle is buckled with gold rings and jade beads.

This is the treasure of Taiyi Temple inheritance. After several generations of masters, they are not only extremely strong, but also have a certain characteristic of being invincible to all things. A light shake will lead the whip away, and then it will swing it violently, bringing out a series of crisp sounds like firecrackers in the air, which is so fast that it is hard to see the naked eye. In a blink of an eye, it will hit the man.

The man faced the whisk and was like a paper dummy. His whole body flew away, and the blood and brain silica splattered everywhere had not yet fallen to the ground, but it turned into a faint mist surrounding the surroundings.

"The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful, and the yin and yang are combined..." Seeing that the fog still gathered, Yuan Qing recited the mantra with a whisk in his hand, and a clear light shone down, dispelling the fog. He turned to look at the boy and asked, "Can I visit this place?"

The boy nodded, still looking obedient: "Yes, follow me!"

As he said that, the boy took Yuan Qingwei to an outside of a house, opened the door, and walked into it.

It was dark and there was no one to see anything, while the subtle "click" sound kept coming from above. Yuan Qingwei looked up and saw children hanging on the ceiling. They were like puppets, quiet and unmoving, with a unified and weird corner of their mouths, and a well-behaved and gentle smile. Surprisingly, their limbs were pierced by iron sheets, and ropes hung down, passing through the ring behind the iron sheets, pulling them and hanging in the air, sliding towards a door, which read [Repair Successfully].

The "sir..." sound of electric current attracted Yuan Qingwei's attention to the other side. A few children were lying horizontally. Their bodies were covered with blood marks. Iron pieces were pierced into the joints of the limbs, iron pieces or ropes, and a few men with hammers on their waists pulled the ropes and controlled their movements.

The slender iron piece scraped the children's flesh and blood, but the children were still struggling, trying to break the shackles. After the men pulled for a long time, they still didn't see them taming them, one of them was angrily taking out the new iron piece from the ground and pulling out the small hammer at their waists.

Only then did Yuan Qingwei realize that those little hammers were actually the other end of the teaching stick.

The men held the child down, and the one holding the small hammer pointed the iron piece at the child's joints, and hit it with the small hammer. After a while, the teenagers who originally had only four ropes on their bodies had to face the pull of eight ropes at the same time. One of them could not bear the pain and obediently showed standard smiles and movements.

The men smiled, hung him in the air with a ferocious look, slid into the large army on the ceiling, and slowly slid towards the gate of [Successful Repair].

But there was another one who was still struggling. He tried to break the wires and pieces of iron. The men were angry. The ropes on the child's body changed from eight to twelve, and from twelve to sixteen. When the child was covered in bruises and had no good meat on his body, he finally obeyed and was sent to the ceiling by the men.

"Hello, our good kids repair shop is here to help you repair all bad habits, whether it is premature love, rebellion, school aversion, Internet addiction, or running away from home, indifferent family affection, withdrawn personality, depression and autism, smoking and drinking, or luxury consumption, we can solve it for you. And, please rest assured, we have a special psychological counselor who can provide targeted psychological counseling, ideological education, behavior correction, quality cultivation and cultural tutoring..." After seeing the last child being sent to the ceiling, the men seemed to discover Yuan Qingwei, and simply cleaned up the blood stains on his body and spoke while walking.

Listening to the familiar words, Yuan Qingwei was a little funny. Huang Sheng had told him this passage earlier that it was the content of the promotional advertisement here. Looking at the man gradually approaching him and smelling the vomiting blood and rotten smell, Yuan Qingwei couldn't bear it and tightened the whisk in his hand and slammed it suddenly.

The men surrounding Yuan Qingwei were thrown away like broken sacks, hitting the surrounding walls, making a sound of sour fractures and blood friction.

Taking a deep breath, Yuan Qingwei walked to the place where lightning appeared behind the men. What caught his eye was a huge box with the box saying "Repair failed".

Yuan Qingwei didn't know what was in the box and didn't want to see it. The flesh-stained bones hanging from the edge of the box had already told him what was in the box.

"Hey!" Yuan Qingwei closed his eyes. He knew that everything in front of him was not completely reality, but from a certain perspective, this is the world living in it and the children's eyes.
Chapter completed!