Guo Dasen's voice was a little helpless.

Everyone turned their heads and looked around, uh!

Nearby are devastated ruins.

There are also half-broken buildings.

Fang Zheng was embarrassed, said a word to wait for me, and then ran away. Then, his back shrugged through the ruins, and soon after, he dug out the knife box that was originally used to seal the Devil's Head Knife from the ruins.

At this time, Fang Zheng noticed a detail, the surface of the knife box actually had cinnabar ink lines.

It's no wonder that the ominous blade has been safe in the past.

I just don't know why this ghost-headed knife appeared in Southeast Asia? This is destined to become a problem left over from history.

Fang Zheng found the knife box and temporarily resealed the Ghost Head Knife, this Ghost Head Knife has been nourished by Yin Qi for so many years, and it has been different from ordinary mortal iron, and the Yin Qi is too heavy.

In layman's terms, it is already with radiation, which is like nuclear radiation, which is not beneficial to ordinary people.

However, in the immediate vicinity where Fang Zheng found the knife box, he also found a shrine (kān).

This is not the kind of shrine you see every day.

Rather, it is a small shrine with a door.

Shrines, also known as idol shrines, are more popular in Southeast Asia, where people believe in ghosts and gods. When Fang Zheng saw the contents of the shrine, he was stunned.

......

Meow~Meow~

It was a rainy day, with drifting heavy rain.

A young milk cat that has not yet been weaned was abandoned in a cardboard box next to the garbage heap, and a passer-by named sheltered from the rain passed by in a hurry and indifferently.

The little milk cat lay on the cardboard box, it was timid, cautiously looking at the strange world in front of it, and let out a weak cry of hunger.

The rain became heavier and heavier, wetting the kitten's hair and wetting all the cardboard boxes.

The little milk cat shivered in the cold, timidly looking at the passers-by around her,

I've been calling my mother, I'm calling my master, I'm calling my little master... It doesn't know why everyone doesn't want to play with it anymore, it's very well-behaved, it's always been very well-behaved.

Is it because it's naughty?

Is it because it is noisy with others?

So you don't want to play with me?

I'll learn to behave... I'll learn to be good......

The ignorant little life has always been naïve and simply thought that everyone is playing games with it, as long as it stays where it is and doesn't run anywhere, everyone will come back to play with it again.

It's been waiting,

I've been waiting in the same carton all the time,

It is very well-behaved, even if it is very hungry and hungry, even if it has been raining for two days in a row, 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 mothers and children crossing the intersection with umbrellas across the road, and young mothers holding umbrellas and holding children's careful hands across the intersection.

There is only one umbrella, and the young mother holds all the umbrellas for the child, trying to take care of the child and hold up the sky for the child, and she is willing to be wet in the wind and rain......

Meow~

The little milk cat lay on the cardboard box, trying to open her eyes wide, envious to see that others have mothers,

It's starting to miss its mom.

At this moment, a speeding truck quickly passed the puddle on the side of the road, and the splashed sewage poured the little milk cat on the roadside.

The little milk cat was washed by the sewage and rolled in the cardboard box a few times, and was so frightened that she curled up and trembled.

When it carefully lay on the cardboard box again, the mother and son were gone.

The hustle and bustle outside gradually fell silent.

In the wind and rain, the hungry and cold little milk cat shivered from the cold, and the rain fell into the small cardboard box that could not stop the wind and rain at all.

The little milk cat lowered its head in a depressed mood and could only lick its wet fur alone.

At this time, it's,

No longer ignorant,

A vague word as cold as rain crashes into its world... It was abandoned......

Meow, meow, the little milk cat's meow is getting weaker and weaker, shivering in the cardboard box and curling up, cold and dark, engulfing its world.

Consciousness gradually blurred......

"Little thing, were you abandoned by your master?"

The rain that had been falling non-stop was suddenly blocked, and a warm palm gently picked up the little milk cat in the cardboard box that was shivering all over, and spoke in a somewhat depressed voice.

And handed out a few delicious and fragrant cat food.

The little milk cat felt the warmth, opened its eyes with difficulty, the umbrella above its head shielded it from the wind and rain, it stretched out its tongue and licked its palms, and meowed obediently.

It's very well-behaved,

It's always been learning to behave,

It is licking the rain from the palm of the other's hand to express its kind gratitude.

"If you're abandoned, I'll take you away. ”

It was put 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 felt happy again......

Meow!

Meow!

Suddenly, there were many cries of its companions around it, and the screams and roars made it very uneasy, and there was a terrifying smell in the air.

The kitten was taken out of the purse, and it saw that there were many iron cages in the room, and many cats were held in the iron cages.

Many, many homeless stray cats.

The cries of its companions were restless, painful, and anxious, and at the same time, it saw many scarred companions, and bloody companions on the ground, lying there motionless.

There were more companion corpses in the trash can.

It finally understood what the smell in the air that scared it was, it was the blood of its companions.

There is also the residual breath that has not dissipated after the death of his companion.

The cats in the iron cage saw the little milk cat caught in the palm of their hands, they roared collectively, collectively irritable, and collectively hit the iron cage.

Escape!

Escape!

The mutilated bodies in the iron cage are in this way, so that the ignorant little milk cat quickly escapes from this demonic place.

......

When the city scene returned to his eyes, Fang Zheng looked at the dried corpse of a cat lying in the shrine.

Ay.

"Xiao Hei, let me raise you in the future. ”

"Huh, you're shaking your head?"

"You must be so happy, so you're shaking your head, right? You're shaking your head more and more intensely, you must be surprised, you must be so. ”

"Why did you change your head? Oh, it turns out that you agreed to follow me, haha, or Xiaohei, you have vision, and a good man is me. ”

"It seems that the sentence 'the cat is a magical animal, whether you are poor or rich, it looks down on you' is not entirely true, Xiao Hei, you are willing to die with me, right? Hey, why are you shaking your head again, and sure enough, you are very happy, so happy that you can't be more happy. ”

"Huh, you're a mother?"

"Well, then let's change it to every year, there are fish every year, hehe, let me follow the dip, I hope the deposit will become more and more. ”

"Year after year, let's go, let's go home. ”