Fang Zheng just turned around and took the first step,
As a result, I saw that the screen in front of me changed, and the quarry disappeared.
It is a severe winter in front of us, thousands of miles are frozen, and the road is covered with thick snow.
Every passer-by on the road was in a hurry, exhaling white air from their mouths, everyone wrapped themselves tightly in clothes, and tried their best to shrink their necks into the clothes. No one wanted to stay outside in such a cold weather.
The place where Fangzheng was standing was at the entrance of an alley next to the street, and there were all kinds of hawking noises all around, but the costumes of these people were very strange, as if...the ancient clothes from more than a hundred years ago
Fangzheng frowned, the scene in front of him, he had never met before... Could it be another memory replay
Fangzheng thought of the experience of the haunted house in Heixiazilin, and it was almost the same.
The only difference is that it seems to be different memories of two people.
Fangzheng thought for a while, and then quickly understood the situation in front of him. His eyes froze. It seemed that he was tracking it right this time. The haunting incident in the quarry should be the corpse of a fake foreigner who disappeared decades ago.
Because it is this almost similar ability!
It's just that he couldn't understand why the memory replay this time wasn't a fake foreigner's memory? These are obviously two eras with different time spans.
But Fangzheng had already pulled out the Ghost Head Saber.
Scanning around for a person, the arm muscles are tense, ready to exert strength at any time.
If his guess is correct, the owner of this memory playback should be among these people in front of him.
Just when Fangzheng's eyes were cold, looking for the memory owner like a prey, suddenly a loud scolding sound caught Fangzheng's attention.
There was heavy snow in the sky, and there was thick snow under the feet, and the outdoor temperature was estimated to have dropped below zero.
It was in such a cold season that he saw a six or seven-year-old beggar girl in thin clothes begging pitifully from a man, but the man yelled loudly at him, and the little girl was frightened. He took a step back, lowered his head and trembled, not daring to make a sound.
When the man left, the little girl stood alone in the crowd, wiping away her tears in grievance. The snow covered her thin body one by one, like rootless duckweed abandoned by the whole world, and the snow accumulated more and more on her shoulders. It seemed that this thin body was about to be crushed.
And in such a cold season, she only had a tattered thin dress, and there was no cotton in the thin dress to keep out the cold, only stuffed with dry weeds to keep the low temperature.
On the feet are two small shoes of different colors and sizes, which are already worn black and have many holes.
The two shoes were obviously one big and one small, and the big one seemed to be the size of a teenager. It was obviously too big for a six or seven-year-old girl who was malnourished. Barely take off the shoes.
The little girl was shivering from the cold, her hands, feet and cheeks were flushed from the cold. She lowered her head and kept wiping away her tears. She was so pitiful that it made her nose sour. little girl.
The little girl wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. The snow on her shoulders did not overwhelm her thin body. She mustered up her courage again. Her dirty face did not cover up her innocent and kind eyes. The little lamb broke into the complicated world of adults ignorantly, his hands and feet were red with cold, and he begged again from the adults on the street.
"Uncle, my sister has been having a fever. She has been hungry for three days and hasn't eaten. I beg uncle to give me something to eat."
"Auntie, my sister is really very hungry. My sister hasn't eaten for three days in a row. I beg my aunt to take pity on my sister and give her something to eat."
The little girl shivering in the cold wind was cowardly begging again and again, but she was yelled and scolded again and again, and was rejected by the adults again and again. Her thin body was so cold that her hands and feet were red from the cold, and she looked even more helpless. It seems to have been abandoned by this mean world.
Sometimes even being beaten and scolded impatiently by adults.
She was yelled at by the adults time and time again, making her timidly retreat, like a child who did something wrong, staring down at her shoes of different sizes, not daring to look up at the adults, and kept saying I'm sorry, I'm sorry, every time she was scolded by the adults, Her head lowered even lower.
But thinking of her sister, the little girl would summon up the courage to beg again.
There is both fear and strength in those clean and innocent eyes, but there is no hatred for this world.
How can a six or seven year old girl know what hate is...
Fang Zheng lowered his head and pondered.
Pedestrians pass this street in a hurry, only this little girl lingers on 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 pondered for a moment, puzzled and thoughtful, and then followed the little girl's back and left.
Because at this moment, he found that the sky was getting dark, and after begging for a whole day, there was no food. The little girl, who was suffering from hunger and cold, her face was red with cold, was struggling to return to her residence alone.
This is a refugee camp outside the city.
The fire is raging!
flames!
When the little girl rushed to the refugee camp, she saw that the refugee camp was burning. The little girl cried and called for help.
"Please, please, save my sister!"
"My sister is still inside!"
"My sister hasn't escaped yet!"
The more she cried, the more desperate she became, but the people around her were indifferent, no one helped, no one comforted, no one sympathized, no one pityed, she and her sister seemed to be completely abandoned in a small corner by the world, no one cares about them.
The indifference and ruthlessness of this world made her despair, and she rushed headlong into the sea of fire, which was spreading faster and faster.
Fangzheng stood still.
However, the Nine Yang True Qi in his body has been quickly transported over and over again in his body, maintaining the best peak combat power at all times. It seems that this memory replay will soon have results.
suddenly! Fangzheng felt a strong throbbing in his heart.
It is a warning sign of danger derived from biological instinct.
Fangzheng's eyes were alert, and he saw a thin figure walking out of the raging flames. When Fangzheng finally saw it clearly, it was a little girl with severe burns all over her body, her clothes, fabrics and skin tissues were tightly adhered together, and her whole body was scorched black.
Her eyes full of resentment looked at the world in front of her with an indifference more piercingly cold than winter, until finally, her gaze stayed on Fang Zheng.
"Shouldn't it be luck, let me meet a hundred-year-old ghost again this time?" Fangzheng's scalp went numb, and he thought of the characteristics of people's clothing in this memory.
suddenly!
There was a sharp wind behind Fangzheng, and the little girl in front of Fangzheng flashed and suddenly appeared behind him.
The speed is too fast.
Fangzheng didn't even have time to activate the bell jar mode in the strongest state of the golden bell jar, so he could only forcefully hit the ghost with the forty-eight layers of cicada membrane on his back.
(end of this chapter)