Here Lies The Wicked

Just turned around and took the first step.

As a result, the quarry disappeared.

In front of us is a hard winter, frozen for thousands of miles, with heavy snowpacking.

Everyone on the road was in a hurry, breathing white breath, everyone wrapped themselves tightly in clothes, desperately shrunk their necks into clothes, no one wanted to stay outside in such a cold weather.

Fang Zheng is standing at the mouth of an alley next to the street, surrounded by all sorts of sounds, but these people's clothes are strange and seem to be... ancient clothes over a hundred years ago?

Fang Zheng frowned, the scene in front of him, how did you know each other... is it another memory playback?

I was thinking about the ghost house in the Black Blind Forest. It was just like that.

The only difference is that it seems to be the different memories of two people.

Fang slightly pondered, quickly thought about the situation. He only glanced at him. It seemed that he was following the right story this time. The quarry haunting incident should have been the fake foreigner's body that disappeared decades ago.

Because it's almost similar!

He just can't figure it out. Why is this memories replay, not a fake foreigner's memories? This is clearly an era of two different time spans.

But Fang has pulled out the ghost knife.

A loop eye sweeps around an individual, arms muscle tight and ready to work.

If his guess is correct, the owner of this memory playback should be in front of these people.

Just when the square gaze is cold light, like searching for prey, when searching for the memory owner, suddenly a loud shout, attracting the attention of the square.

Heavy snow with goose fur flying in the sky and thick snow accumulation at the foot, outdoor temperatures are estimated to have dropped to zero.

It was during this cold season that he saw a little beggar girl, six or seven years old, with thin clothes, begging for a poor man, which led to a loud reprimand with flesh and blood. The little girl was scared to step back and shook her head down without daring to make a sound.

When the person walked away, the little girl stood alone in the crowd, grieving tears, the snow covered her thin body, such as the rootless floating pings abandoned by the world, the more snow accumulated on her shoulders, seemingly crushing this thin body.

In this cold season, she has only one broken thin piece of clothing, which has no cold cotton in it, and is filled with dry weeds to keep the temperature low.

There are two different colors and sizes on the feet, which are already black and have broken a lot of small shoes in the mouth.

The two shoes were obviously one big and one small, and the big one seemed to be the size of a teenager, obviously too big for a malnourished six- or seven-year-old girl and had to be tied to a tough weed on her ankle to barely lose her shoes.

The little girl was frozen and shivering, her hands, feet and cheeks were all red. She bowed her head to tears, pitifully sour nose, but the adults around her hurried, and no one cared about this poor, lonely little girl.

The little girl smeared tears on her eyes, the snow on her shoulders did not crush this lean body, she once again mustered courage, the dirty face did not cover her innocent, kind clean eyes, she was like innocent lamb who understood to break into the complex adult world, hands and feet frozen red, begging again to the street adults.

“Uncle, my sister has been feverish. She has been hungry for three days and hasn't eaten. Ask Uncle for something to eat. ”

“Auntie, my sister is really hungry and very hungry. She hasn't eaten for three consecutive days. Please ask her to pity my sister and give her something to eat. ”

In the cold wind, Cersei trembled in the little girl, once a cowardly beggar, but once a yell was yelled at, once an adult disliked her, thin body in the cold wind frozen her hands and feet red, more seemingly alone, as if abandoned by this wretched world.

Sometimes they are even beaten with impatience by adults.

She was frightened and frightened by the grown-ups, like a child who had done something wrong. She looked down at her shoes of different sizes and couldn't look up at the grown-ups. She kept saying that she was sorry. Every time she was scolded by the grown-ups, her head was even lower.

But when you think of your sister, the little girl will once again have the courage to beg.

Those clean, innocent eyes had both fear and strength, but they had nothing but hatred for the world.

How can a 6-7-year-old girl know what hatred is...

Square bowed his head and sang.

The pedestrians were in a hurry to cross the street, and the only little girl who ever wandered the street, it seemed that the owner of this memory belonged to this little girl.

He just hasn't figured it out.

What's so special about this little girl?

Why is this little girl's memory playing back?

Fang Zheng thought for a moment, with confusion and reflection, and then followed the little girl's back.

At that time, he found that the sky was getting darker and darker, begging for less than a day for food, hungry little girls, frozen in the face, lonely, deep feet, difficult to return to their homes.

This is an out-of-town refugee camp.

Bear fire!

Flame!

When the little girl arrived at the camp, she saw the camp burning and the little girl cried for help from the adult.

“Please, please, help my sister! ”

“My sister's still in there! ”

“My sister hasn't escaped! ”

The more she cried, the more desperate she was, but the people around her were indifferent, no help, no solace, no sympathy, no pity, she and her sister seemed completely abandoned in the little corner by the world, no one asked.

The ruthlessness of the world made her desperate, and she burst into the flames of fire, which were spreading faster and faster.

Stand still.

But Jiuyang Zhenqi in his body, but has been rapidly transported over and over again in his body, always maintaining optimal peak fighting power, it seems that this memory playback will soon bear fruit.

All of a sudden, your heart is pounding.

It is a dangerous warning sign derived from biological instincts.

Fang looked vigilant and saw a skinny little man walking out of the flames of a bear. When Fang finally saw it, she was a little girl with severe burns all over her body. The clothing fabric was tightly attached to the skin tissue and burned to a scorched black body.

With her resentful eyes, the cold ice is more bitter than the cold winter, looking at the world in front of her, until finally, her eyes stay on the right side.

“Is it bad luck to see another centenarian this time?” Square scalp is numb, he recalls the characteristics of the people's clothing in this memory.

Suddenly!

The wind was sharp behind the square, and the little girl in front of him flashed and appeared behind him.

It's going so fast.

Fang can't even turn on the clock cover mode with the strongest golden clock cover, can only carry the ghost in the cicada membrane at the back of the 48th.