Fang Zheng just turned around and took the first step,

As a result, I saw that the scene in front of me changed, and the quarry disappeared.

In front of us is a harsh winter, thousands of miles of ice, and the road is covered with thick snow.

Everyone on the road was in a hurry, exhaling white air from their mouths, everyone wrapped themselves tightly in their clothes, desperately shrunk their necks into their clothes, and no one wanted to stay outside for more in such a cold day.

The place where Fang Zheng stood was at the mouth of an alley next to the street, and there were all kinds of shouts around him, but the costumes of these people were very peculiar, and it seemed... Is it the clothes of the ancients more than a hundred years ago?

Fangzheng's eyebrows frowned, the scene in front of him, how did he ever know... Is it another memory replay?

Fang Zheng thought of the haunted house experience in the Black Blind Forest, which was as similar as it was.

The only difference is that it seems to be two people's different memories.

Fang Zheng thought about it slightly, and quickly figured out the situation in front of him, only to see his eyes glazed, it seems that he is tracking the right thing this time, the quarry haunting incident should be the corpse of a fake foreigner who disappeared decades ago.

Because it's this near-similar ability!

It's just that he can't understand a little, why this memory playback is not a fake foreigner's memory? These are obviously two eras with different time spans.

But Fang Zheng had already pulled out the ghost head knife.

Glancing around at a person, his arm muscles tense and ready to exert his strength.

If his conjecture is correct, the owner of this memory playback should be among the people in front of him.

Just when Fang Zheng's eyes were glowing with cold light, looking for the memory owner like looking for prey, suddenly a loud scolding voice attracted Fang Zheng's attention.

Heavy snow was flying in the sky, and the outside temperature was estimated to be below zero.

It was in such a cold season that he saw a little beggar girl of six or seven years old in thin clothes, who was pitifully begging from a person, which attracted a loud scolding from the man's face, and the little girl was so frightened that she took a step back, lowered her head and trembled, and did not dare to make a sound.

When the man was gone, the little girl stood alone in the crowd, wiping her tears with grievance, and the snow covered her thin body one by one, like a rootless duckweed abandoned by the whole world, and the snow accumulated more and more on her shoulders, as if it was about to crush this thin body.

In such a cold season, she only had a tattered thin garment, and there was no cotton to keep her out of the cold, only stuffed with dry weeds to keep the temperature low.

On the feet were two small shoes of different colors and sizes, which were already worn black and had many tears.

The two shoes were obviously one big and one small, the larger one seemed to be the size of a teenager, and it was obviously too large for a malnourished six or seven-year-old girl, who had to be tied to her ankle with tough weed to barely get rid of her shoes.

The little girl was shivering with cold, her hands, feet and little face were already red from the cold, she lowered her head and kept wiping her tears, so pitiful that her nose was sour, but the adults around her were in a hurry, and no one cared about this lonely and poor little girl.

The little girl wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, the snow on her shoulders did not crush this thin body, she plucked up her courage again, her dirty face did not hide her innocent and kind clean eyes, she was like an innocent little lamb ignorant and ignorant into the complex adult world, her hands and feet were frozen red, and she begged from the adults on the street again.

"Uncle, my sister has been suffering from a fever, she has been hungry for three days and has not eaten, please ask my uncle to give me something to eat. ”

"Auntie, my sister is really hungry, my sister has not eaten for three days in a row, please have mercy on my sister, give my sister something to eat." ”

The little girl who shivered in the cold wind, cowardly begging again and again, was yelled at again and again, disliked by adults again and again, and her thin body was so cold in the cold wind that her hands and feet were red, she seemed even more lonely, as if she had been abandoned by this mean world.

Sometimes they are even beaten and scolded impatiently by adults.

She was yelled at by the adults again and again, like a child who had done something wrong, staring down at her shoes of different sizes and not daring to look up at the adults, and kept saying that she was sorry, sorry, and every time she was scolded by the adults, her head lowered even lower.

But at the thought of her sister, the little girl will pluck up the courage to beg again.

There was both fear and strength in those clean and innocent eyes, but there was no hatred for the world.

How can a six- or seven-year-old girl know what hatred is......

Fang Zheng bowed his head and groaned.

Pedestrians on the road are hurriedly passing through this street, only this little girl, wandering on this street from beginning to end, it seems that the owner of this memory should belong to this little girl,

It's just that he hasn't figured it out yet.

Is there any special meaning in this little girl?

Why did this little girl's memory replay appear?

Fang Zheng pondered for a moment, with puzzlement and thought, and then followed the little girl's back.

For at this time he found that the sky was getting darker, and after begging for a day without food, the little girl, who was hungry and cold, her face was red from the cold, and she was lonely and shallow, and she was struggling to return to her residence.

It is an out-of-town refugee camp.

Blazing!

Flame!

When the little girl arrived at the camp, she saw that the camp was burning with fire, and the little girl cried and shouted for help.

"Please, please, save my sister!"

"My sister is still inside!"

"My sister hasn't escaped yet!"

The more she cried, the more desperate she became, but the people around her were indifferent, no one to help, no one to consol, no one to sympathize, no one to pity, she and her sister were like being completely abandoned in a small corner of the world, no one cared about.

The coldness of the world made her desperate, and she rushed headlong into the sea of fire that was spreading faster and faster.

Stand still.

But the Jiuyang True Qi in his body has been quickly transported over and over again in his body, maintaining the best peak combat power at all times, and it seems that this memory replay will soon have a result.

Suddenly! Fang Zheng felt a strong throbbing in his heart.

It is a warning sign of danger that comes from biological instinct.

Fang Zheng's eyes were vigilant, and he saw that from the raging sea of fire, a thin figure was walking out. When Fang Zheng finally saw it clearly, it was a little girl with severe burns all over her body, the fabric of her clothes and skin tissues were tightly adhered together, and her whole body was burned black.

Her eyes full of resentment, at this moment, were colder than the cold winter and looked at the world in front of her, until the end, her gaze stayed on Fang Zheng.

"Should I be lucky, let me meet a hundred-year-old ghost again this time, right?" Fang Zheng's scalp was numb, and he thought of the characteristics of the people's clothing in this memory.

Suddenly!

The wind behind Fang Zheng was sharp, and the little girl in front of Fang Zheng's eyes flashed, and she actually appeared behind him at once.

It's just too fast.

Fang Zheng didn't even have time to turn on the bell jar mode in the strongest state of the golden bell jar, so he could only carry the ghost with a blow from the forty-eight layers of cicada membrane on his back.