What the old man told him before he died, Qiao Luo naturally wanted to do it, if it weren't for this, Qiao Luo would have left here a long time ago.

Although this is just a game, Jolo can clearly feel that he and the people in this slum are completely in two worlds, and an invisible barrier separates them.

Especially after seeing the dead silence, hopeless and numb eyes of those people, Qiao Luo subconsciously shivered.

It's hard to imagine what these people have gone through to have such expressions today.

After walking in the slum for nearly half an hour, Qiao Luo finally came to his destination, although the old man did not tell the specific address of the corner, but after the old man handed over all the crystals to Qiao Luo, he quietly stuffed Qiao Luo with a small note that was about to be crumpled.

It clearly records the specific location of the old man's grandson.

Looking at the very dilapidated and even half-collapsed house in front of him, Qiao Luo scratched his head, it should be here, according to what was written on the note, it should be right.

Jolo didn't rush in, but took a closer look at the house in front of him, which was more appropriately described as a shack than a house.

A few pieces of wood were propped up, and a large piece of iron was placed on top of them, and this was the whole of the shack, and half of it had collapsed.

It's very simple, but compared to the surrounding houses, this is already a mansion, after all, there are people next to it tied together with a few plastic sheets, even if it is a small house.

"Is anyone home?" Jolo pulled his neck and shouted tentatively, but no one answered.

"Hello, is anyone there? I asked the old man to come here," Jolo asked unwillingly.

There was still no one coming out of the room, but someone around them came out with Qiao Luo's shouting, but these people just looked at Qiao Luo with numb expressions.

Jolo's scalp was numb by these people's eyes, and he shrunk his neck, and Jolo planned to go into the house to find out.

The old man's house is not locked, not even a door, and you can enter directly along the halfway collapsed place.

As soon as I entered the house, I could smell a foul smell that I couldn't tell what it was, and the whole room was quite small and scattered.

A cabinet with no door, a barely clean table, two beds made of wooden planks, and a small pot hanging from a fire in the center of the room.

It's hard to imagine that old man would live in such a place, although he is only a star-level Chosen One, but he is still an Awakened One no matter what.

Qiao Luo was very puzzled, with the old man's ability, even if he didn't live in the slum again, there must be some reason she didn't know.

Not long after Qiao Luo sat down, there was movement outside, and Qiao Luo quickly got up and looked outside.

Outside the half-collapsed house, an emaciated boy limped home with a piece of the leg of a demonic locust.

Carrying the flesh of the demon locust's leg in one hand and a bright knife in the other, Jolo happened to make eye contact with the boy.

A pair of brown eyes were full of naked ferocity and vigilance.

Seeing that the glamorous Jolo came out of his home, a trace of astonishment and sadness flashed in the boy's eyes.

The leg flesh of the demon locust was tightly held in the boy's hand, and he looked at Jolo with one hand and asked, "Who are you and why are you in my house?" ”

Qiao Luo scratched his head, his face was a little embarrassed, but he said as kindly as possible: "I know your grandfather, your grandfather he"

The boy suddenly waved his hand and interrupted, "Needless to say, I know, the old man is dead, right?" ”

The boy's voice was cold, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, as if he was dead, as if he was just an inconsequential person.

Such an expression made Qiao Luo look stunned, she didn't expect the boy to react in the face of this matter.

"Your grandpa has something for me to give you," Jolo continued.

As soon as Qiao Luo finished speaking, the ordinary people around him who had been silently watching suddenly appeared, and even some children were pushed out.

Unlike before, the originally numb eyes of these ordinary people became hot and even crazy, and that kind of look made Qiao Luo's scalp tingle.

"Give it to us! This child is self-reliant, and he doesn't have to be given to him! I and that old Zheng Tou are also good friends! Why don't you give it to me! ”

"This kid is the grandson of Lao Zheng Tou, don't be deceived, adult! During the period when Lao Zheng Tou was away, I took care of this child! The person who spoke hit the little boy next to him, and the little boy immediately cried.

"Sister, sister, I'm my grandfather's grandson, well, don't be deceived," the child cried.

"My lord, please help me, I'm dying of hunger, give me some food."

Qiao Luo, who had not experienced this at all, was immediately dumbfounded, and the audience in the live broadcast room was also a little confused.

They really had never seen such a shameless person.

"The production team really put their hearts into it, everyone, this scene is real, if you are lucky enough to go to the slums of some war-torn areas, you will really come across these, once you show a little kindness, there will immediately be a group of people who want you to help them"

"So this is what the poor man must hate?"

The boy's face became more and more gloomy, and his seemingly weak body burst out with great strength, and the long knife that was almost tired of blades swung violently, and the boy let out a low roar, like a hungry wolf.

Such a move naturally scared some people away immediately, but it was just a scare away, and when they saw that Qiao Luo didn't react, these people had to take an inch.

"My lord! You see, such a person should be punished! ”

"You're all awakened, have pity on us!"

Qiao Luo became more and more helpless, especially when these people found out that Qiao Luo himself was flustered, and even some of the bold ones had approached Qiao Luo and tried to take something from Qiao Luo.

At this time, Qiao Luo finally reacted, but without her need to make a move, the little boy next to him slashed down with a fierce swing of his knife.

Blood splattered, and the child who had just cried clutched his arm and cried.

"Come on, come in and talk," the boy took the flesh of the devil's leg and led into the half-collapsed house as if nothing had happened, and as for the child lying on the ground with a broken arm, the boy did not look at it the whole time.

Jolo wanted to speak and stopped, but after all, he didn't say much, but went into the shack.