After passing through mountains of garbage, Mian'ao saw a very large tin house.
The thick smoke coming out of the house is even stinkier than the pile of garbage outside.
The door was rusty and half-open, and it opened with a gentle push.
Inside the iron house, there were twenty or thirty incinerators, each with a raging fire burning inside.
The indoor temperature is high enough to take a sauna and barbecue.
The cotton-padded jacket was not affected by the temperature. He ran in and rummaged through the pile of debris in front of the incinerator.
Find a broken leg and a broken arm.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
An old, hoarse, and sinister voice sounded from behind the cotton-padded jacket.
Mian'ao turned around and shook the severed limb in his hand: "Looking for my grandson."
These all belong to Luo Fuxu. There are many other people's cotton jackets next to them, but I didn't want them.
The man who came was a hunchbacked old man. Half of his face looked old and skinny, and the other half was burned beyond recognition.
The eyes and nose were stuck together, which was very scary.
The old man only had one eye to see, but when he looked at people, this eye was particularly cold, like the eye of a poisonous snake, staring at people and making their whole body go hairy.
He ignored the severed limb in Mian'ao's hand, fixed his gaze on her young and ignorant face, and suddenly smiled sinisterly.
"What a nice skin."
"Bang..."
Xiaoaozi retracted his little fist, with an innocent look on his face.
The eerie atmosphere created by the old man suddenly disappeared, leaving only awkwardness in the air.
He covered his eyes in disbelief, gritting his teeth in pain.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been beaten like this.
"Damn little..."
"Bang..."
"You really should..."
"Bang..."
"You should..."
"Bang..."
"you……"
"Bang..."
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The unlucky guy who was watching the fun nearby covered his face tightly, it was so painful.
The old man was so angry that he exploded. He didn't say anything. Why did he continue to fight?
Endless fighting.
That's too much.
“That’s enough…”
The old man roared in frustration, and the hunchback on his back suddenly exploded, and countless black, small, smelly and ugly insects flew out and swarmed towards his cotton jacket.
The cotton-padded jacket doesn't like small insects, especially small, numerous, and densely packed ones. It will be scared and run away.
He ran around the incinerator, still holding Luo Fuxu's severed limbs in his hands.
The little cat danced along with the excitement, its expression extremely serious, and its two short legs moved very fast, looking a little funny.
The unlucky guy was also frightened and almost ran away.
He thought that he was a ghost and the bugs could not do anything to him, so he calmed down immediately.
Pray silently for humanity.
The old man touched his bruised face, and the depression in his heart finally dissipated a little.
He laughed sinisterly: "Damn it..."
"Bang..."
The old man spat out bloody teeth and looked in disbelief at the little girl who was being chased by the bugs and ran away. He asked in shock and anger, "Why are you still able to hit me?"
Feeling aggrieved, the cotton jacket ran around the incinerator, finding time to reply: "I don't hit old people, but don't laugh. If you laugh, I'll want to hit you."
"I just couldn't help it. It's not nice to hit an elderly person."
Her principles were broken and Xiaoaozi was very depressed.
The old man was furious, thinking the little girl was mocking him and provoking him. He roared fiercely, "Swallow her, swallow her."
The bug suddenly became energized, baring its teeth at the cotton-padded jacket and chasing it even more frantically.
The unlucky guy was so scared that he ran to the old man's back. It was so scary that even though the insects couldn't touch him, he felt his scalp tingling.
The old man could see the unlucky creature and roared in disgust as it approached him.
"You unlucky thing, get away from me."
Unlucky guy...
No way.
He opened his arms and rushed directly towards the old man.
The old man was furious and was about to curse and bite his tongue.
He waved the talisman paper and hit his hand on the stove, burning a large piece of flesh off.
If he can't afford to offend him, can't he just hide away?
He turned around and was about to leave, but he tripped and fell flat on his face.
The old man pounded the ground angrily, damn the unlucky guy, he and it were irreconcilable.
The unlucky guy laughed so hard that he was hit in the face by the cotton-padded jacket.
Unlucky guy...
"Why did you hit me?"
The cotton jacket said innocently: "I just did it casually."
It was the unlucky guy's turn to angrily smash the ground. He really, really hated this human.
The old man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he gave the cotton-padded jacket a vicious look.
He raised his hand and cut his palm, and dark and smelly blood flowed down his palm and fell to the ground.
The old man drew talismans with blood.
Runes with an evil aura quickly took shape, and the resentment hovering over the entire garbage dump began to stir.
As the rune took shape, it flew into the air, its speed getting faster and faster, and finally formed a huge swallowing vortex, sucking in everything around it.
The little black bug's tiny body was the first to be sucked away, like a large ball of dust being sucked away by a vacuum cleaner, leaving no fixed trace.
Cotton-padded jacket stopped, tilted his little head, and looked at the vortex in confusion.
Outside the garbage dump, Zhao Guoyan frowned: "Why is the wind blowing?" The wind blew strangely, without any signs or direction, as if it was falling straight down from above.
Sima Ming realized that this was not wind, but someone was driving the resentment.
He glanced behind him, but didn't see the cotton-padded jacket. He felt something was wrong. "It's too late. Just rush in. Captain Zhao, go find someone. Hurry."
Zhao Guoyan also realized that something was wrong, so he asked his two subordinates to find someone. He followed Siming and rushed into the garbage dump.
In the tin house, the unlucky guy frantically scratched around, trying to stabilize his soul, but it was too late.
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