Here Lies The Wicked

+1 Normal Soul Qi.

Fang was looking at the faint Southeast Asian girl who had urinated in her bed.

After listening to Austin the Knight, he just smashed his mouth: “That's horrible. ”

All the ghosts he's encountered so far can only come out at night.

In the evening, the air is cold.

These can only hide in the dark corner, and they can only spy on the world in the dark.

And now, you can actually encounter ghosts that come out during the day.

Fang squarely rubbed his chin,

How does he feel that it's not Fuji open, but it's like all the ghost doors open?

Austin, the knight, seemed to see the emotional changes in Fang's eyes, adding suddenly: "But don't worry too much, even if these ghosts appeared during the day, your strength would be weakened. ”

Fang suddenly felt a bit silly inside, but he asked a key question: “What is in the blessing? ”

The knight shook his head: "Any information in the blessing is absolutely confidential. ”

“We are also exposed to some peripheral information. ”

This blessing is a mystery.

However, it was quickly released, otherwise there would not be so many countries and forces, for the sake of Southeast Asia Fuji so blindly tormented.

Everyone wants to be their own.

Soon after, Square and Knight Man Austin emerged from a building on the street and returned to the convoy on the street.

Originally, Chi Chi Min lived in a dense complex on the street.

At this time, the convoy, after discussion, has re-planned its new evacuation route, bypassing the fighter plane and resuming its journey.

Five minutes... three minutes... one minute...

7: 00 a.m. sharp! The countdown is over, for a moment, and everyone in the convoy is so full of color,

Yet!

Expected troops and bombings did not arrive on schedule, and government forces outside the city did not appear to have launched a major clean-up, except for the occasional sporadic gunfire that already existed?

Just as everyone in the convoy was surprised and continued to speed up their journey, suddenly a fire appeared in the sky, dragging a long tail flame and cruising at the speed of sound.

“Missiles! It's a missile! ”

The convoy emergency brake stopped.

Soon, however, people noticed something was wrong, because the missiles in the sky were spinning.

Boom!

The missile in the sky struck a bridge two kilometres away, smashing only a hole and not exploding.

It was only close to the rear that it became clear that only half of the missile was left, and only the second half of the propellant was left. The explosive part of the first half was also replaced with the missile propellant of the remaining half.

The natural amalgamation of half-segments of missile propellers without any trace of welding, with two propellers at the same time, is no wonder they turn into spinning fireworks.

“Well, I suppose this thing is a consequence of space chaos, too?” is pointing to the missile on the ground.

He finally got some idea why the government forces had not launched an offensive.

He reckons there's as much trouble outside the city as they have in the city.

I just don't know how serious the situation is.

Instead, however, more time was bought for their retreat. This is inspiring news that the previously depressed convoy continues on the road immediately.

The front road was interrupted and the convoy had to change routes again.

Just a few minutes later...

At the front of the road, watching the convoy enter a one-way road, and seeing the narrower and narrower road, the buildings on both sides of the road are getting old, I couldn't help but say: “This map given by the evacuation team is the Goethe navigation map, right? ”

“How much did the Goethe Navigation Map pay for advertising? How did the road get narrower and narrower in reality? ”

Looking at the tall buildings on both sides of the way, the sun could not shine in the dark environment trail, just a short whisper, had to keep the convoy moving.

This narrow road is not a good place to turn around.

……

Volume to the biggest loud TV advert, dark, underlit environment, no lights on, closed doors and windows, closed thick curtains,

This is a typical secret room, a confined room.

Because there is no lighting, the room is completely dark, the room is quiet, it seems that there is no one in the room, only strange volume driven to the maximum TV advertisement.

“Looks like someone's coming. ”

The silent, seemingly deserted room suddenly sounded a low, cold old man's voice.

“Never mind, what's at hand is the big deal, and I've made arrangements outside.” This time a sandy old man sounded.

Both speak South-East Asian languages.

“Are you sure it's buried here? ”

“The owner here shouldn't have lied to me. Thirty years ago, there was a collapse in the building, and he saw with his own eyes what had been unintentionally dug out. After all, that's what he told me before he died, and I still have the life of his whole family. And I also looked into the situation back then, where a couple of Chinese fleeing here did live. ”

Under the cover of television advertising, the movement in the house did not come out.

Just in the dark, the smell of blood gradually spreads.

……

A slightly hurried footstep sounded in a dim path filled with sewage.

This is a dark, skinny, local man with typical Southeast Asian signs, about thirty or forty years old.

Men of this age group should have a family, and the age at which the burden of eating, drinking, and drinking for the wife and children of the family rests entirely on a person.

And that's true, because he's got some raggedy, dry, bloody clothes on his shoulders carrying a bag of 20 pounds of rice.

In the bag in your hand, you'll find food from nearby supermarkets for the next three or four days, including baby milk powder, biscuits, instant noodles, pasta, a few boxes of cold pills and antibiotics… and a stuffed bear under your armpit.

The man's family condition should be that he has a newborn baby at home.

There is also an adult or child with a cold fever.

And a five- to 10-year-old who wanted his father to bring back his favorite toy.

Perhaps three or at least two children need to be raised on this skinny, silent, dark-skinned, honest father.

The family is waiting at home for his food.

When I think of my family, men have to step up a few more steps, giggle... giggle...

A lot of kids laugh, and all of a sudden it's ringing from the trail.

There were only seven or eight children, naked, running around in the trail, holding one behind each other, playing a small train game.

Listening to the laughter of these children, the man's face, pressed against Mune by the burden of life, rarely showed a smile.

He's got kids, too.

He's the father of three children.

However, when men saw these children, doubts appeared in their eyes.

He remembers all the kids in the neighborhood. Why can't he remember the kids?