A black kitten lies on its stomach on a soft backpack and flattens it to reveal the shape of its contents.

It was a depression, it was supposed to be something like a basin or something. It just lay there comfortably through the fabric.

Seeing the second aunt looking at it, the kitten also looked back, her big eyes were moist and cute.

The second aunt knew what it was. Take out the long prepared cat cans from your pockets. Lift the lid. "Little fish, do you want to eat it?"

The little fish shook his ears and was thinking.

The second aunt lifted the lid of the box completely and showed Xiaoyu the contents inside.

The ears of the little fish are puffed up. Tuna!

Putting his fingers to his lips, he made a silent motion: "Your master dislikes canned food with preservatives, doesn't he often give it to you?" Shall we not tell her? ”

Good good!

Xiao Yu jumped off the backpack, not only extinguishing the idea of asking Fang Ru in his mind, but also warned the pot not to speak, otherwise it would use the pot as a litter box!

The little fish trotted over, picked up the can and hid under the sofa, and began to feast. The tuna is so fragrant, so soft, so ...... Ay? Why is your body soft? Turning on the ground?

"Where's the little fish?"

Fang Ru took the plate and walked out of the kitchen quickly. The pressure of the pot to become a cat litter box told Fang Ru in her mind.

The second aunt walked over to Fang Ru's side. "Small fish it's good ......"

Fang Ru's hands suddenly began to tremble.

It didn't last long for the plate to fall out of her feeble hands.

Her eyes widened and her mouth wide open. But he couldn't say a word, and his body fell limply.

"What did you do!"

Drink the pot and open your mouth wide!

The second aunt turned around suddenly, grabbed a charm between her index finger and middle finger at some point, and threw it sharply in the direction of the pot.

The pot only saw a huge black shadow, and Mount Tai was overwhelmed!

He screamed, and then his eyes went black. He could have moved within a certain range outside the pot, but he was completely sealed inside the pot and couldn't move.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and Fang Ru had not completely fallen yet.

The second aunt hurriedly stretched out her arm and caught Fang Ru.

She picked up Fang Ru. Fang Ru no longer sleeps after dark. The little girl who hung around her neck and wrapped her around her story. The second aunt was out of breath, and finally carefully put Fang Ru on the sofa, covered Fang Ru's head with her hands, and stuffed a soft cushion underneath. Adjusted the lower height. Only then did he gently put down Fang Ru's head.

Fang Ru was still awake. His eyes did not blink, and he looked at the second aunt in silence.

"Xiaoru, I'm sorry. I...... I'm doing this for your own good. ”

The second aunt was ashamed of herself.

She bowed her head. Cover Fang Ru with the quilt that she had just draped over her shoulders and carefully fold the quilt.

Then, picking up the backpack containing the pot, he left Fang Ru's house without looking back.

****

At first, the pot was groggy.

The longer he stayed with Fang Ru, the looser his seal became. Gradually, he even forgot what it was like to be completely compressed in a tiny pot.

So for a long time, he was curled up in the pot with his head on his knees and his heels against his buttocks, unable to move. If this is a living person, he will definitely die with broken tendons and fractures, and even if he still has gas when he is stuffed into such a place, he will suffocate to death after a while.

He had been with Fang Ru for too long, and he almost forgot that he was not a living person.

Fortunately, the fake can't be real.

He is a soul, and no matter how similar he is to the living, it cannot change his essence. Actually, he's more like a balloon, a fluffy feather pillow, not a human anyway.

All in all, quickly, the pot got used to the situation. The five senses, which had been temporarily invalidated by the pain of the seal and most of the psychological discomfort, gradually returned. He was still in his backpack, so it was still dark and rumbling around, but he could hear the sound and be sure that Fang Ru's second aunt was taking him and negotiating with someone.

Odd. As a member of the Fang family, Fang Ru's second aunt naturally knew what he was. Since he was trying to fascinate Fang Ru and bring him out, if he didn't quickly find a place to kill him, how could he still have the leisure to talk to others?

Don't...... The second aunt didn't just because she learned that her murder weapon stayed by Fang Ru's side, and she was worried that Fang Ru would be hurt and want to destroy herself?

Quite possibly. The second aunt's methods are too drastic. Even if he was worried that Fang Ru would be confused by himself, he would at least persuade Fang Ru with the mentality of giving it a try, right?

So what is her purpose?

That's right, Feng Mao! When Fang Ru mentioned Feng Mao, why did her second aunt's reaction be so violent? Could it be that someone used Feng Mao to blackmail her into doing something? Or is it her son, Feng Mao himself, who is holding her hostage?

Is it Fang Ru's third uncle? Except for him, the Fang family, who else knows what this pot is, and who is so jealous of him?

But the pot is puzzled, how can he make the third uncle give up dealing with Fang Ru and deal with him directly?

Suddenly, the second aunt thanked each other for her kindness.

The pot stayed in the backpack, and as the backpack swayed, the sound of feet stepping on the steel plate was heard at the same time. The second aunt should have gotten into the truck.

Did she want to find a construction site with no one and kill him?

Suddenly, there was a tremor on the ground.

Something was ringing, heavy, thick, but not loud. It is as if a boulder is moving on dozens of steel slides, and the gears are coated with oil, so that the friction of the gears against each other not only does not sound harsh, but has a kind of harmony and smoothness that is difficult to express in words.

Wrong. It's not a metaphor, it's just that it's not a boulder that's moving, it's something as heavy. The gates of the northern base!

The second aunt followed the team out of the base?!

What does she want to do? Not to mention leaving the base, she usually doesn't even go out of the house, she just tinkers with food every day, okay!

The pot wanted to stop her. It was now close to noon, and most of the teams that left the base at this time went to collect some wood and stone around the base, or went to the dam construction site not far from the base. But in any case, left the protection of the walls of the base. Aunt Fang Ru, a middle-aged housewife who is powerless, isn't this looking for death.

He tried to open his mouth, not for talking, but for foraging. Strictly speaking, he was compressed in a pot without a human form, and these two tasks, which could only be done by a living person with one organ, were perfectly stripped of to him.

Thanks to his soul rift that hasn't been repaired. The sweet soul hangs on the tip of the tongue. And if he can eat the soul, he can eat the crystal nucleus of zombies.

Suddenly, due to inertia, he shook with his backpack. The car stopped.

The second aunt thanked the people beside her. It seemed that someone next to her wanted to keep her, but she politely refused. The snow creaked, and the voices of nearby voices became quieter.

It's been a long time.

The second aunt sighed and said to herself: "This is it." (To be continued......)