A group of players are arriving in the end times

Qiao Luo would naturally have to do what the old man had ordered before his death. If it weren't for this, Qiao Luo would have left here long ago.

Although this is just a game, Qiao Luo can clearly feel that he and the people in this slum are completely in two worlds, separated by an invisible barrier.

Especially after seeing those people's numb eyes filled with silence, hopelessness, Qiao Luo subconsciously fought a cold war.

It’s hard to imagine what these people have gone through to have this expression today.

After walking in the slum for nearly half an hour, Qiao Luo finally came to his destination. Although the old man did not tell the specific address of the corner, after the old man handed all the crystals to Qiao Luo, he quietly gave it to Qiao. Luo was a small piece of paper that was about to be crumpled.

The above clearly records the specific location of the grandson.

Looking at the dilapidated or even half-collapsed house in front of him, Qiao Luo scratched his head. It should be here. According to the note, it should be correct.

Qiao Luo didn't rush in. Instead, he took a closer look at the house in front of him. It is more appropriate to describe it as a shack rather than a house.

A few pieces of wood stand up, and a large piece of iron is placed on it. This is the whole of the shack, and half of it has collapsed.

It is very simple, but compared to the surrounding houses, it is considered a mansion. After all, there are people next to it with a few pieces of plastic cloth tied together, even if it is a small house.

"Is anyone home?" Qiao Luo tentatively yelled while pulling his neck, but no one answered at all.

"Hello, is anyone here? I was the father who asked me to come over" Qiao Luo asked unwillingly.

Still no one came out of the room. Instead, there were people around Qiao Luo's shouting, but these people just looked at Qiao Luo with a numb expression.

Qiao Luo's scalp was numb by these people, and his neck shrank. Qiao Luo planned to enter the room to find out.

The old man's house is unlocked, not even the door, and you can enter directly along the half-fallen place.

As soon as I entered the house, I could smell an unexplainable stench, and the whole room was quite small and scattered.

A cabinet without a door, and a set of barely clean tables, besides that are two beds joined by wooden boards, and there is a small pot hanging from a fire in the center of the room.

It is hard to imagine that the old man would actually live in such a place. Although he was only a star-ranked Chosen, he was still an Awakened anyway.

Qiao Luo is very puzzled. With the old man's ability, he shouldn't live in a slum again. There must be some reason she doesn't know.

Not long after Qiao Luo sat down, there was movement outside, and Qiao Luo quickly got up and looked out.

Outside the half-collapsed house, a thin boy was limping towards the house carrying a piece of the leg of the demon migratory locust.

Holding the leg of the demon migratory locust in one hand, while holding a bright knife in the other hand, Qiao Luo happened to look at the boy.

A pair of brown eyes were filled with naked fierceness and guard.

Seeing that the glamorous Qiao Luo came out of his home, a trace of sorrow and sadness flashed in the boy's eyes.

The leg of the devil migratory locust was held tightly in his hand by the boy, and he looked at Qiao Luo with one hand and asked, "Who are you and why did you appear in my house?"

Qiao Luo scratched his head, his face was a little embarrassed, but he said as kindly as possible: "I know your grandpa, your grandpa is him"

The boy suddenly waved his hand and interrupted: "Needless to say, I see, the old man is dead, right?"

The boy's voice was cold, no mood swings could be seen on his face, as if he was dead, it seemed that he was just an insignificant person.

Such an expression made Qiao Luo look stunned. She didn't expect that the boy would react like this when facing this incident.

"Your grandpa has something for me to give you" Qiao Luo continued.

Qiao Luo just finished talking here, the ordinary people around who had been watching silently suddenly appeared, and even some children were pushed out.

Unlike before, these ordinary people's numb eyes became hot or even crazy, and that look made Qiao Luo's scalp numb.

"Give it to us! This kid can be self-reliant, don't need to give it to him! Me and the old Zheng are also good friends! Better to give it to me!"

"This child is the grandson of Old Zheng, adults, don't be fooled! I took care of this child during the time when Old Zheng was away!" The speaker slapped the little boy next to him. The little boy flew Cried out.

"Sister, elder sister, I'm the grandson of my grandfather, well, don't be fooled," the child cried and said.

"My lord, please help me. I'm going to starve to death. My lord, please give me some food."

Qiao Luo, who had never experienced this at all, was immediately dumbfounded, and the audience in the live broadcast room was also a little confused.

They really have never seen such a shameless person.

"The production team is really attentive, everyone, this scene is true. If you have been fortunate enough to go to some slums in war-torn areas, you will really encounter these. Once you show a little kindness, there will be a group of people who want You help them"

"So this is something that poor people must hate?"

The boy's face became more gloomy, but his seemingly weak body exploded with great power. The nearly-tired long knife swung fiercely, and the boy let out a low growl like a hungry wolf.

Such a move naturally scared some people back, but it was only scared back. When they saw that Qiao Luo didn't respond, these people actually got into an inch.

"My lord! Look, such a person should be punished!"

"You are all awakened, have mercy on us people!"

Qiao Luo became more and more helpless, especially when these people found Qiao Luo himself panicked, and even some boldly had already approached Qiao Luo, trying to take something from Qiao Luo.

At this time Qiao Luo finally reacted, but without her taking a shot, the little boy next to him slammed the knife off.

Blood was splattered, and the child who just cried was crying, clutching his arm.

"Come on, come inside and talk." As if nothing happened, the boy entered the half-collapsed house with the leg of the demon migratory locust. As for the child who was lying on the ground and broke an arm, the boy did everything from start to finish. Did not take a look.

Qiao Luo wanted to say something but stopped. After all, he didn't say much, but went into the shack.