Here Lies The Wicked

Guo Darsen's voice was a little helpless.

Everybody, turn around and, uh!

Nearby is a rubble of sores.

There is also a building with only half of the remaining buildings that are incomplete.

Fang Zheng was embarrassed, said a few words and ran away after me. Then the shadow shrugged in the ruins, and shortly afterwards he dug out the box that had been used to seal the ghost knife.

At this point, just noticed a detail, the surface of the knife box actually bounced with sand ink thread.

No wonder, the blade is clearly unclear, but it has been safe and sound in the past.

I just don't know. Why did this ghost knife show up in Southeast Asia? This is doomed to become a legacy of history.

Fang is finding the knife box, temporarily resealing the ghost knife. After so many years of feminine gas nourishment, this ghost knife has been distinguished from ordinary iron, and the shadow air is too heavy.

It is commonly understood that radiation is already present and, like nuclear radiation, is not beneficial to ordinary people.

However, he also found a shrine (kān) just around the corner where he found the knife box.

This is not the kind of shrine you see everyday.

It's a small shrine with doors.

The shrine, also known as the idol shrine, is more popular in Southeast Asia, because the southeast Asian side believes in ghosts. When Fang was looking at what was in the shrine, he was stunned.

……

meow ~ meow ~

It's a cloudy weather with heavy drifting rain.

A little titty cat, abandoned in a carton next to a garbage dump, surrounded by a named rain-sheltered passerby, hurried by apathy.

Pussycat lays on the carton, cowardly, watching carefully the strange world in front of her, making a weak cry of hunger.

The more it rains, the wetter the hair of the kitten and the wetter the carton.

The little titty cat shivered in the cold and was anxious to look around the passers-by,

The weak voice screamed at Mom, screamed at the owner, the little owner… it didn't know why nobody wanted to play with it anymore, it was good, it was always good.

Is it because it's naughty?

Is it because of the noise?

So you won't even play with me?

I'll learn to be good... I'll learn to be good...

Little people who understand, always think that they are playing games with it, so long as it stays where it is and doesn't run, they will come back and play with it again.

It's been waiting.

Always waiting in the cardboard box.

It's a good boy, even if he's hungry and hungry, and even if it's been raining for two days in a row, he hasn't left the box.

It sees this dark, rainy world with kindness.

The wet little titty cat saw opposite the street, a pair of mothers and sons pushing an umbrella across the intersection, the young mother holding the umbrella and holding the child's careful hand across the intersection.

There is only one umbrella, the young mother supports the umbrella to the child, strives to care for the child, holds the child up for a day, and she is willing to be wet in the wind and rain...

Meow ~

Pussycat lays on the carton and tries to keep her eyes open, envying someone else having a mother,

It's starting to miss its mother.

At this point, a passing truck quickly passed a waterhole on the side of the road, and splashed sewage all over the pavement cat.

The little titty cat was flushed with sewage and beaten a few rolls in the carton, frightened to shrink and shake.

The mother and child were gone when it lay carefully on the carton again.

The hustle and bustle outside gradually calmed down.

In the storm, the hungry little titty cat was frozen and shivering, and the rain followed wet hair, falling down her ears and tail, one fell into a small carton that couldn't stop the storm.

Pussycat has a depressed low head and can only lick her wet hair alone.

At this time it,

I don't get it anymore.

A vague, cold, rain-like word crashed into its world… it was abandoned…

Meow, meow, the screaming of the little titty cat is getting weaker and weaker, and in the carton Cersei shudders and curls her body, freezing and dark, devouring its world.

Consciousness gradually blurs...

“Little thing, have you been abandoned by your master? ”

Suddenly the rain was blocked, a warm palm lifted gently from the carton the little titty cat that was shaking all over her body, and the sound of speech was slightly depressed and low.

And hand out some delicious cat food.

The little titty cat felt warm and hard to open her eyes. The umbrella above her head shielded it from the wind and rain. She stretched out her tongue and licked the man's palm, meowing and screaming.

He's a good boy.

It's been learning to be a good boy.

It expresses its kind gratitude by licking the rain from each other's palms.

“If you're abandoned, I'll take you. ”

It was packed in a stormless purse, and the kitten felt the warmth again.

There's cat food in the purse.

It feels happy again...

Meow!

Meow!

All of a sudden, there was a lot of peer screaming around, screaming, making it very uneasy, and there was a smell in the air that frightened it.

The little titty cat was taken out of her purse, and she saw a lot of iron cages in the room and a lot of cats in the iron cage.

Lots and lots of homeless stray cats.

The voice of the companion was disturbing, painful, agitated, and at the same time it saw many wounded companions, and there were bloody companions on the ground, lying still.

There are more corpses of companions in the trash can.

It finally figured out what the smell in the air was that scared it, and that was the blood of its companions.

There is also residual breath that has not dissipated after the death of the companion.

Cats in iron cages, they see little titties cats caught in the palms of their hands, they howl collectively, they are agitated collectively, they hit iron cages collectively.

Run!

Run!

An incomplete body in an iron cage, in this way, let the pussycat rush out of this demonic place.

……

As he regained sight of the city, he looked at a cat lying in the shrine.

Hey.

Fang was squatting for a long time.

“Blackie, let me raise you later. ”

“Hey, are you shaking your head? ”

“Must be too happy, so you're shaking your head, right? You're shaking your head harder and harder. You must be surprised, that's for sure. ”

“Why did you change your mind? Oh, so you agreed to follow me, haha, or Blackie? You got eyes, yeah, I'm the good guy. ”

“Looks like ‘Cat is a magical animal, whether you're poor or rich, it looks down on you.' That's not all true, Blackie. You're voluntarily dead with me, right? Eh, why are you shaking your head again? Surely you're happy, you can't be happy anymore. ”

“Um, Black, are you a pussycat? ”

“Geez, I can't see it's still a little grumpy. ”

“Blackie, let's go. Let's go home. ”