There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 180: Snow
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Fang Zheng just turned around and took the first step,
As a result, the picture in front of me changed, and the quarry disappeared.
It was a severe winter, thousands of miles away, and the road was covered with thick snow.
Every passerby on the road is hurried, exhaling white breath, everyone wraps themselves tightly with clothing, and desperately shrinks their necks into their clothing. No one wants to be outside in such a cold day. treat.
The place where Fangzheng is standing is at the entrance of an alley by the side of the street. All kinds of screams around are endless, but these people's costumes are very strange. It seems...the clothes of ancient people more than a hundred years ago?
Fang Zheng's eyebrows frowned, the scene in front of him, how has he met... Is it another memory replay?
Fang Zheng thought of his experience in the haunted house in Heixiazilin, which was exactly the same.
The only difference is that it seems to be the different memories of the two people.
Fang Zheng thought slightly, and quickly figured out the situation before him. He only saw his eyes wink. It seems that he was tracking right this time. The haunted incident in the quarry should be a fake that disappeared decades ago. The corpse of a foreigner.
Because it is this almost similar ability!
It's just that he doesn't understand a little bit, why this replay of memory is not a fake foreigner's memory? These are obviously two eras with different time spans.
But Fang Zheng has already pulled out the Ghost Sword.
I glanced around at a person around me, his arm muscles were tight, ready to exert force at any time.
If his guess is correct, the owner of this memory playback should be among these people.
Just when Fang Zheng's eyes were glowing with cold light, and he was looking for the memory owner as if looking for prey, he suddenly shouted loudly, which attracted Fang Zheng's attention.
Heavy goose feathers are flying in the sky, and there is thick snow under your feet. The outdoor temperature is estimated to be below zero.
It was in such a cold and freezing season that he saw a thinly-clothed six or seven-year-old little beggar girl, pitifully begging for someone, and the result was that the person’s face was yelling loudly. The girl took a step backwards in fright, lowered her head and trembling, not daring to make a sound.
When the man left, the little girl stood alone in the crowd, wiping tears in grievances, and the snow covered her thin body, like rootless duckweed abandoned by the world, snow accumulating on her shoulders The more, it seemed to crush this thin body.
In such a cold season, she has only one piece of tattered thin clothes on her body. There is no cotton in the thin clothes, but only stuffed with dry weeds to keep the temperature low.
On the feet are two small shoes with different colors and sizes, which have been worn black and with many broken holes.
The two shoes are obviously one big and the other small. The larger one seems to be the size of a teenage child. It is obviously too big for a malnourished six or seven-year-old girl and has to be tied to ankles with tough weeds. You can barely lose your shoes.
The little girl was shivering with cold, her hands and feet and her small face were flushed with cold. She lowered her head and kept aggrieved and wiped her tears. It was so pitiful that her nose was sour, but the adults around were in a hurry, and no one cared. This lonely and poor little girl.
The little girl wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the snow on her shoulders did not crush this thin body. She once again mustered up her courage, her dirty face did not conceal her pure and kind-hearted clean eyes, she was as innocent The innocent little lamb ignorantly broke into the complex world of adults, his hands and feet were red with cold, and he begged the adults on the street again.
"Uncle, my sister has been feverish. She has been hungry for three days and has not eaten anything. Please beg uncle for something to eat."
"Auntie, my sister is really hungry and hungry. My sister hasn't eaten anything for three consecutive days. I beg aunty to have mercy on my sister and give my sister something to eat."
The little girl shivering in the cold wind, begging cowardly, but was yelled and yelled again and again, and was rejected by the adults again and again. Her skinny body was flushed in the cold wind and her hands and feet were red, making her even more lonely. The helplessness seems to have been abandoned by this harsh world.
Sometimes I even get beaten and scolded impatiently by adults.
She was yelled with fear and retreat by the adults again and again, like a kid who did something wrong. She stared down at her shoes of different sizes and did not dare to look up at the adults. She kept saying that I’m sorry. The adult scolded her, and her head dropped even lower.
But when she thinks of her sister, the little girl will again pluck up the courage to beg.
There is fear and strength in those clean and innocent eyes, but there is no hatred for the world.
How can a six or seven year old girl know what hate is...
Fang Zheng lowered his head and groaned.
Pedestrians on the road hurried past this street. Only this little girl wandered this street from beginning to end. It seems that the owner of this memory should belong to this little girl.
It's just that he hasn't figured it out yet.
Is there any special meaning to this little girl?
Why is there a memory playback of this little girl?
Fangzheng thought for a moment in place, with incomprehension and thought, and then followed the little girl's back.
Because at this time, he found that the sky was getting darker. After begging for a day without begging for food, the hungry and cold little girl, with her face flushed with cold, was lonely with a deep foot and one foot, struggling to return to her residence.
This is a refugee camp outside the city.
A raging fire!
Flame!
When the little girl rushed to the refugee camp, she saw a fire in the refugee camp. The little girl cried and called for help.
"Please, please, please help my sister!"
"My sister is still inside!"
"My sister has not escaped yet!"
The more she cried, the more desperate she became, but the people around her were indifferent, no one helped, no one to comfort, no one sympathizes, no one pity, she and her sister were like being completely abandoned by the world in a small corner, no one cared.
The indifference and ruthlessness of this world made her desperate, and she rushed into the flames that spread faster and faster.
Fang is standing still.
But the Nine Yang Zhenqi in his body has been transported quickly in his body over and over again, maintaining the best peak combat power at all times. It seems that this memory replay will soon have results.
Suddenly! Fang Zheng felt a strong throbbing in his heart.
It is a dangerous warning sign derived from biological instinct.
Fang Zheng's eyes were wary, and he saw a thin figure walking out of the raging fire. When Fang Zheng finally saw it clearly, it was a little girl with severe burns all over her body, the fabric of the clothes and the skin tissues were tightly bonded together, and her whole body was burnt to black.
Her eyes full of resentment, at this moment, looked at the world in front of her with a colder indifference than winter, until finally, her gaze stayed on Fang Zheng.
"Should I be lucky, this time I met a hundred-year-old ghost again?" Fang Zheng's scalp was numb, he thought of the characteristics of people's clothing in this memory.
Suddenly!
The sound of the wind behind Fang Zheng was sharp, and the little girl in front of Fang Zheng suddenly appeared behind him.
The speed is too fast.
Fangzheng didn't even have time to turn on the bell mode in the strongest state of the golden bell, so he could only take a hard blow from the forty-eight layers of cicada membrane on his back.