There was a little helplessness in Guo Dasen's voice.
Everyone turned their heads and looked around, uh!
Nearby are devastated ruins.
There are also incomplete buildings that are only half left.
Fangzheng was embarrassed, and ran away after saying something like wait for me. Then, his back shrugged in the ruins, and not long after, he dug out the knife case that was originally used to seal the ghost knife from the ruins.
At this time, Fang Zheng noticed a detail, the cinnabar ink line was actually playing on the surface of the knife case.
No wonder, it was clearly an ominous blade, but it had been peaceful in the past.
I just don't know why this ghost knife appeared in Southeast Asia? This is destined to become a legacy of history.
Fangzheng found the saber box, and temporarily re-sealed the Ghost Head Saber. After so many years of nourishing the Yin Qi, the Ghost Head Saber was already different from ordinary Fantie, because the Yin Qi was too heavy.
In layman's terms, it already has radiation, which is just like nuclear radiation and is not beneficial to ordinary people.
However, near where Fangzheng found the knife box, he also found a shrine (kān).
This is not the kind of shrine you see every day.
It is a small shrine with a door.
Shrines, also known as shrines of gods, are more popular in Southeast Asia, because people in Southeast Asia believe in ghosts and gods. When Fangzheng saw the things in the shrine clearly, he was stunned.
…
meow~meow~
It was a rainy day, with drifting downpours.
A kitten was abandoned in a cardboard box next to the garbage dump, and a passerby who was sheltering from the rain hurriedly and indifferently passed by.
The little milk cat is lying on the cardboard box, it is timid, carefully looking at the strange world in front of it, making a weak cry of hunger.
The rain became heavier and heavier, which wetted the kitten's hair and wet the whole cardboard box.
The little milk cat was shivering in the cold, looking at the passers-by with embarrassment,
The voice is weak, calling mother, master, little master... It doesn't know why everyone doesn't want to play with it, it is very obedient, it has always been very obedient.
Is it because it's naughty
Is it because you quarreled with others
So you don't want to play with me
I will learn to behave...I will learn to behave...
The ignorant little life has always been naive and pure thinking that everyone is playing games with it, as long as it stays where it is obediently and does not run away, everyone will come back to play with it again.
it has been waiting,
I have been waiting in the original cardboard box,
It is very obedient, even if it is very hungry, even if it has been raining for two consecutive days, it has never left the small cardboard box.
It looks at this gray world that has been raining with kindness.
The wet little milk cat saw a pair of mother and child crossing the intersection with an umbrella on the other side of the road. The young mother held an umbrella and held the child's careful hand to cross the intersection.
There is only one umbrella, and the young mother gives the umbrella to her child, trying her best to take care of her child and hold up a sky for her child, but she is willing to get wet in the wind and rain...
meow~
The little milk cat is lying on the cardboard box, trying to open its eyes wide, envious to see other people have mothers,
It began to miss its mother.
At this moment, a truck speeding past quickly passed the puddle on the side of the road, and the splashed sewage poured over the little milk cat on the side of the road.
The little milk cat rolled several times in the cardboard box by the sewage, curled up and trembled in fright.
When it lay down carefully on the cardboard box again, the mother and child had disappeared.
The hustle and bustle outside gradually quieted down.
In the wind and rain, the hungry and cold little milk cat shivered from the cold, and the rain fell one by one into the small cardboard box that could not stop the wind and rain along its wet hair, ears and tail that were getting lower and lower.
The little milk cat lowered its head in a depressed mood, and could only lick its own wet hair alone.
At this time it,
no longer ignorant,
A word vague and cold as rain crashed into its world...and it was abandoned...
Meow, meow, the cry of the little milk cat became weaker and weaker, shivering and curling up in the cardboard box, the cold and dark night swallowed its world.
Consciousness gradually blurred...
"Little thing, have you been abandoned by your master?"
The non-stop rain was suddenly blocked, a warm palm gently hugged the little milk cat shivering from the cold in the cardboard box, and his voice was a bit depressed.
And handed out a few delicious and fragrant cat food.
The little milk cat felt the warmth and struggled to open its eyes. The umbrella above its head shielded it from the wind and rain. It stuck out its tongue and licked the palm of the man, meowing obediently.
it's very well behaved
It has been learning to behave,
It is expressing its kind gratitude by licking the rainwater off the opponent's palm.
"If you are abandoned, I will take you away."
It was packed into a leather bag without wind and rain, and the little milk cat felt the warmth again,
There is also cat food in the purse,
It feels happy again...
Meow! Meow!
Meow!
Suddenly, many companions shouted and shouted, which made it very uneasy, and there was a smell in the air that made it very scared.
The little milk cat was taken out of the leather bag, and it saw many iron cages in the room, and many cats were locked in the iron cages.
Lots and lots of homeless stray cats.
The companion's cry was disturbing, painful, and anxious. At the same time, it also saw many scarred companions, and there were bloody companions lying there motionless.
There are more corpses of companions in the trash can.
It finally understood what the smell in the air was that frightened it, it was the blood of its companions.
There is also the residual breath that has not dissipated after the death of the companion.
The cats in the iron cage saw the little milk cat caught in the palm of their hand. They roared collectively, became irritable collectively, and slammed into the iron cage collectively.
escape!
escape!
In this way, the incomplete bodies in the iron cage let the ignorant little milk cat quickly escape from this devilish place.
…
When the scene of the city returned before him, Fangzheng looked at the mummy of a cat lying in the shrine.
Why.
Fangzheng's squatting body did not move for a long time.
"Xiao Hei, let me raise you in the future."
"Hey, are you shaking your head?"
"It must be too joyful, so you are shaking your head, right? You are shaking your head more and more intensely, it must be that you are ecstatic, it must be so."
"Why did you change your nod? Oh, so you agreed to follow me, haha, you still have eyes, Xiao Hei, yes, the good man is me."
"It seems that the sentence 'a cat is a magical animal, no matter whether you are poor or rich, it looks down on you' is not entirely true, Xiao Hei, you are willing to shame me, right? Hey, why do you You are shaking your head again, sure enough you are very happy, too happy for yourself."
"Huh? Blackie, are you a little cat?"
"Oh, I can't see that he is still a little grumpy."
"Xiao Hei, let's go, let's have thick hair and go home."
(end of this chapter)