After leaving the Kyoto branch of the so-called Apocalypse Round Table, Meng Feibai appeared on the crowded street.

"I said how did I feel so depressed before, it turned out to be an underground project after a long time."

Meng Feibai looked at the bustling street and couldn't help but complain.

Twenty minutes later, he walked out of the downtown area, it was the middle of the day when the sun was shining, and the heat made him sweat constantly, and he felt a little dizzy again.

He wanted to go home, but before he knew it, he walked into the small alley that made him fall into hell two days ago.

Although it was noon, the alley was still deserted, and there was not a single pedestrian.

The pavement is cleaned and looks like the countless streets in the city that are 90% similar. Meng Feibai stood in the shadows, staring blankly at the sun-soaked ground not far away.

Just two days ago, it was sprinkled with moonlight and Jia Junjie's blood.

The images that made Meng Feibai frightened and remorseful flashed in his mind again, and he slowly squatted down, suddenly wanting to smoke a cigarette.

As the sun sank in the west, the shadow surrounding Meng Feibai became larger and larger, and the sunlight was getting farther and farther away from him. Meng Feibai let out a long sigh, rubbing his somewhat sore legs while leaning against the wall and slowly getting up.

"Xiao Jia, I'm leaving."

He took a deep breath and turned to leave.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that in the backlight in front of him, there was a little boy who looked to be only four or five years old. He subconsciously took two steps back, and when he saw that it was just a child in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head self-deprecatingly, slowly walked to the little boy, bent down and asked:

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

The little boy raised his head, and a pair of deer-like ignorant and moist eyes looked at Meng Feibai without blinking.

Tsk, what a cute little friend, just barely catching up with me when I was a child.

Meng Feibai's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't help but feel good, and said with a smile:

"Brother is not a bad person, na, give you candy."

As he spoke, he took out a candy cube from his pocket that he had picked up at the bar where Jia Junjie worked two days ago and handed it to the little boy. However, the little boy only glanced at the multicolored sugar-coated candy cube in his hand, and then shook his head slowly.

"I don't eat sugar, I'm looking for my mother."

"Looking for Mom? Are you separated from your mother? ”

Meng Feibai forcibly stuffed the sugar cube in his hand into the little boy's hand, and said:

"Then brother, take you to the police, uncle, okay, let them help you find your mother."

He smiled and took the little boy's hand, and then frowned unconsciously.

Why is this child's hands so cold, is he sick?

"Big brother, do you know where my mom is?"

The little boy asked softly, bowing his head.

"I'm sorry, kid, I don't know where your mother is, don't worry, brother will take you to the police uncle, they will help you find your mother soon."

Meng Feibai was a little worried about the little boy's physical condition and decided to take him out of here quickly.

"No, big brother, you must know where your mother is, you smell of her."

Meng Feibai took the little boy's hand and wanted to leave, but he didn't pull him for a moment, and when he heard the little boy's words, he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.

"Little friend, you can't talk nonsense, brother, I've always been clean, and I don't have your mother's perfume smell on me, stop talking nonsense, go with my brother to Uncle JC."

He tried again to drag the little boy away, but again to no avail, under his dragging, the little boy not only did not move his feet, but also did not even move his body at all, as if he was trying to drag a stone lion.

This time it shocked him, he subconsciously wanted to let go of the little boy's hand, but found that the little boy had already held it back, and the force from his hand was very great.

"Forget it, I don't want to find my mother anymore, I'm hungry and need to eat."

The little boy raised his head, his jewel-like eyes staring directly at Meng Feibai.

"Eat? Okay, brother, I'll take you to eat something delicious, can you let go of my brother first? ”

Meng Feibai had already realized that something was wrong, especially after seeing the little boy's eyes looking at him more and more wrong, a layer of cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his head.

"Delicious?"

The little boy tilted his head when he heard this, and looked at Meng Feibai suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, there are a lot of delicious things outside, my brother will take you to eat."

Meng Feibai felt that the force coming from the little boy's hand was getting bigger and bigger, like a vise that was constantly tightening, and he couldn't care about anything else in a hurry to get out, and began to use his other hand to break the hand that the little boy was holding his own.

Beat the air.

Seeing that his hand began to be congested and deformed in the little boy's hand, he finally couldn't bear the pain anymore and let out a scream.

The little boy looked at Meng Feibai, who was screaming at his feet, with a happy expression on his face.

"But in my eyes, you are the best thing to eat, big brother at this time? Can I eat you? ”

The shape of the little boy began to change, his body became stronger and stronger, his body hair became thicker and thicker, and a mouth full of sharp teeth was cracked on his head, and above the mouth, the little boy's face was hideous.

"I looked for my mother for two days, and her smell disappeared here, I waited for her for two days, and I was so hungry."

The little boy's figure was finally fixed at about two meters, and from the outside, he looked like a trumpet Cindy. Meng Feibai couldn't guess the identity of this little monster at this time.

At this time, he was full of remorse in his heart, the pain kept coming through his right hand, he struggled and shouted for help, but what made him desperate was that this small alley seemed to be an inaccessible place no matter whether it was day or night, and the current situation really responded to Ling Mingyue's words just now, even if he broke his throat, no one would come to save him.

"It must be that Sheng'er is not well-behaved, so my mother doesn't want me anymore, Sheng'er is so pitiful."

Tears kept flowing from the corners of the eyes of the little boy named Sheng'er, and just looking at that face was a pity for me, but with his current image and his mouth constantly dripping with sticky saliva, it only brought people deeper fear.

"So big brother let Sheng'er eat you, Sheng'er is so pitiful, and her stomach is so hungry."

Sheng'er easily lifted Meng Feibai to look at him, a pair of pure eyes slowly filled with blood, and a scarlet tongue slipped out of the cracked mouth.

Meng Feibai's face turned red, and he was still struggling to break free of the boy's iron pincer-like hand.

"Sheng'er, it's not right to eat people, we are the same kind, how can you eat me?

You put your brother down, can you find something else for you to eat? ”

He struggled as he tried to convince Sheng'er.

A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes when he heard the words, as if he was judging whether he and the delicious big brother in front of him were the same kind or not.

At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice from Meng Feibai sounded.

"Naive."

"For these monsters, humans are just chickens, ducks, and fish, and you want to reason with them as food?"

Meng Feibai turned around abruptly and saw two figures standing at the mouth of the alley not far from him.

As he spoke, the two figures quickly appeared in front of him at an extremely fast speed, one of them was Ling Mingyue, who had just met, and beside her, there was a bald strong man wearing the same uniform as her.

At this time, Ling Mingyue's face was full of frost, and after glancing at Meng Feibai with a mocking gaze, she slowly pulled out a soft sword from her waist, grabbed a sword flower in her hand, and jumped up in Meng Feibai's stunned gaze.

He only felt a flash of cold light in front of him, and Sheng'er's head rose into the air like Cindy two days ago.

"Some children are children, some children are just beasts."

Ling Mingyue landed lightly behind Sheng'er, and as she spoke, she casually shook off the blood stains on the sword, and elegantly put the sword into the sheath.

It was only then that Sheng'er's head landed on the ground not far away.

If it was placed in normal times, Meng Feibai would definitely praise Ling Mingyue's smooth operation just now and the untraceable body like an antelope's horns.

However, at this time, he was first sprayed with blood on his head and face, and then he was pressed under Sheng'er's body of nearly two meters, and he finally struggled to escape, where was he still in the mood to appreciate Ling Mingyue's heroic appearance at this time.

Ling Mingyue waited for a long time and didn't wait for the rainbow fart from Meng Feibai, she couldn't help but feel indignant, she frowned and turned around, and found that Meng Feibai, who was covered in blood, was sitting in the corner of the wall, her eyes looking directly at Sheng'er's head that had returned to normal not far away.

In his eyes that he didn't close, he could still vaguely see a little hesitation and struggle.

Ling Mingyue, who was angry, shook her head helplessly, walked slowly to Meng Feibai's side, took a deep breath, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be fooled by their appearance, no matter how similar they are to humans, they are all man-eating monsters, for monsters, we don't need other superfluous emotions, the only thing to do is to decisively destroy them."

Ling Mingyue's soft voice made Meng Feibai nod subconsciously, but he still sat on the ground with a dull face, not knowing what he was thinking.

What a naïve silly child.

Ling Mingyue put away the soft sword in her hand and sighed slightly.