There’s an Evil Spirit Here

Founder just turned and took the first step,

As a result, the picture in front of me changed, and the quarry disappeared.

There was a severe winter in front of me, the ice was frozen for thousands of miles, and the road was covered with thick snow.

Every passer-by on the road is in a hurry, breathing out his breath incessantly, everyone wraps himself tightly in clothing, desperately shrinks his neck into the clothing, no one likes to stay outside in such a cold day.

The place where Fangzheng is standing is at the entrance of an alley beside the street, and there are a lot of screams around, but the clothes of these people are very strange, it seems ... is the ancient people's clothes more than 100 years ago?

Founder frowned, the scene in front of him, how he met ... Is it another memory playback?

Founder thought of the haunted house experience in Heixinzilin, which was almost the same.

The only difference is that they seem to be different memories of two people.

Founder thought about it, and soon realized the situation in front of him. He saw his eyes flashed. It seems that he was tracking this time. The haunting in the quarry should be the corpse of a fake foreigner who disappeared decades ago.

Because it is this ability that is almost similar!

It's just that he didn't understand a bit, why is this memory playback not a fake foreigner's memory? This is obviously two times with different time spans.

But Founder has pulled out the ghost knife.

He looked at an individual around him, his arm muscles were tight, ready to exert his strength at any time.

If his guess is correct, the master of this memory playback should be among the people in front of him.

When Founder's eyes glowed with cold light, as he was looking for the master of memory, like a prey, he suddenly yelled loudly, attracting Founder's attention.

The goose feathers and snow were flying in the sky, and the thick snow covered the feet. The outdoor temperature was estimated to be below minus.

It was in such a cold and freezing season that he saw a thin six- or seven-year-old beggar girl in poor clothes, begging pitifully to a person, and the man's face was loudly screamed, and the little girl was scared. Take a step back, lower your head and tremble, and dare not speak out.

When the man left, the little girl stood alone in the crowd, wiping her tears in grievance, snow covered her thin body one by one, such as the rootless duckweed abandoned by the world, snow accumulated on her shoulders, Seems to crush this thin body.

And in such a cold season, she only has a tattered thin clothes, there is no warm cotton in the thin clothes, only stuffed with dry weeds to save the low temperature.

On the feet are two small shoes of different colors and sizes, which have been worn black and have many tears.

The two shoes are obviously one big and one small, and the big one seems to be the size of a child in his twenties. It is obviously too big for a malnourished girl of six or seven years old. She has to be tied to the ankle with tough weeds. Barely able to make shoes.

The little girl shivered and her hands and feet and her cheeks were flushed. She bowed her head and kept grievances and wiped her tears. It was so sad that her nose was sour, but the adults around her were in a hurry, and no one cared about this lonely pity Little girl.

The little girl wiped the tears in the corners of her eyes. The snow on her shoulders did not crush the thin body. She gathered courage again. Her dirty face did not cover her pure, kind and clean eyes. She was as innocent as possible. The little lamb ignorantly broke into the complex world of adults, his hands and feet were so cold that he begged again to the adults on the street.

"Uncle, my sister has been having a fever. She has been hungry for three days and has not eaten. Please ask Uncle to give you something to eat."

"Auntie, my sister is really hungry and hungry. My sister hasn't eaten for three days in a row. Please ask my aunt to pity my sister. Give me something to eat."

The little girl shivering in the cold wind, cowardly and begging again and again, but was yelled and shouted again and again, and was rejected by the adults again and again, and her thin body was cold and cold in the cold wind. It seems to have been abandoned by this harsh world.

Sometimes even adults are impatiently scolded.

She was shouted and feared by the adults again and again, like a child who did something wrong, looked down at her shoes of different sizes, dared not to look up at the adults, kept saying that I ’m sorry, sorry, every time I was scolded by adults, Her head was even lower.

But when she thinks of her sister, the little girl will again be brave and begging.

Those clean and innocent eyes have both fear and strength, but they have no hatred for the world.

How can a 6-year-old girl know what hate ...

Founder lowered his head and pondered.

The people on the road all hurried through this street. Only the little girl lingered in this street from beginning to end. It seems that the master 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?

Founder pondered for a moment, with confusion and thought, and then followed the little girl's back.

Because at this time, he found that the sky was getting dark, and he had not begged for food for a day. The hungry and cold girl, her face red and cold, was lonely, deep and shallow, and returned to her home hard.

This is a refugee camp outside the city.

Blazing fire!

Blaze!

When the little girl rushed to the refugee camp, she saw that the camp was burning, and the little girl cried for help.

"Please, please, save my sister!"

"My sister is still inside!"

"My sister has not escaped!"

The more she cried the more desperate, but the people around were indifferent, no one helped, no consolation, no sympathy, no pity, she and her sister seemed to be completely abandoned by the world in a small corner, no one cares.

The indifference and ruthlessness of this world made her desperate, and she rushed into the sea of ​​fire that was spreading faster and faster.

Founder stood still.

However, Jiuyang Zhenqi in his body has quickly moved over and over again in his body, always maintaining the best peak combat strength. It seems that this memory playback will soon have results.

suddenly! Founder felt a strong throbbing in his heart.

It is a dangerous warning sign derived from biological instinct ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Founder was alert with two eyes, and saw a thin figure out of the raging sea of ​​fire. When Founder finally saw clearly, it was a little girl with severe burns all over her body. The clothing fabric and skin tissue were tightly adhered together.

Her eyes full of resentment, at this moment Leng Bingbing was even more bitter than the cold winter, looking at the world in front of her, until finally, her eyes stayed on Fang Zheng.

"Isn't it going to hit Lucky, this time let me encounter a century-old ghost again?" Founder scalp numb, he thinks of the people's clothing characteristics in this memory.

suddenly!

The wind behind Fang Zheng was sharp, and the little girl in front of Fang Zheng's eyes flashed and appeared behind him.

The speed is too fast.

Founder didn't even have time to turn on the bell mode of the strongest state of the golden bell, and he could only carry the ghost with a forty-eight layer of cicada on the back.