Accustomed to seeing too many corpses and too many strange ways of dying, Ye Sibai was not shocked when he saw the miserable corpse of the kitten, but his face was panicked, and he grabbed Fu Qi's arm.

"Xiao, Xiaoqi, in the trash..."

Fu Qi couldn't break free of Ye Sibai's hand, so he calmly explained: "Wild cat corpse." ”

Ye Sibai was "relieved" at this time, and in order to show his fear, he couldn't help but get close to Fu Qi, and looked around cautiously: "Xiao Qi, the place where you live is so gloomy... I've never seen a house like this tomb.

It was obviously broad daylight, but the entire villa area was desolate and gloomy, as if an ancient tomb was volatile with countless yin qi. The old white villas seem to be graves...

Ye Sibai pretended to be afraid.

Fu Qi took him into the desolate community: "In the past, this was a mass grave during the Anti-Japanese War, and then the developer built a few villas, and then it was abandoned, and only five families remained. ”

A hundred years have passed, and the memories of war in the world only exist in museums; Or under the ground of high-rise buildings.

Fu Qi would occasionally live here, and under the ground were the bones of thousands of martyrs, sleeping dead people her age.

"Oh, the mass grave." Ye Sibai Demon was still scared on his face, but he knew a little in his heart that his little seven were so bold that he actually liked to sleep on the mass grave.

The two walked into the community side by side, hand in hand.

On the long gravel road, a middle-aged man in shabby clothes and smelling of fish came to him. His hair was messy, he was carrying a black plastic bag in his hand, and when he saw Fu Qi and Ye Sibai, he quickly lowered his head and ran away.

"Tsk, your neighbors are so weird." Ye Sibai grabbed Fu Qi's arm.

Fu Qi said coldly: "They are all ordinary people. What you see in school, in foreign countries, are well-dressed rich people. And the entire country of Kuran is more of an unfortunate ordinary person. ”

Her task is to protect Ye Sibai from succeeding to the throne, and before succeeding to the throne, it is very necessary for Fu Qi to let him feel the suffering of the world.

The lives of the rich are roughly the same, but the common people have their own misfortunes and meanness.

Fu Qi hoped that Ye Sibai should not be a faint king, at least he must be a king who personally investigates the people's feelings.

Ye Sibai nodded as if he understood whether he understood or not, these words, it seems that someone had told him a long time ago...

...

On the other side, the middle-aged man threw the black plastic bag into the trash, the plastic bag was not tied tightly, a bloody cat ear fell out, and half of the cat eye was cut open.

The middle-aged man threw away the garbage, and the bloodshot pupils were a little confused, and looked back at Fu Qi and Ye Sibai, who were shoulder to shoulder.

He had met Fu Qi a few times, and Fu Qi and Old Man Bai Nan were also long-term residents here, but everyone couldn't see Fu Qi a few times a year.

"It's strange, it's been five or six years, and that guy is still so young." The middle-aged man muttered to himself.

Throwing away the doubts in his heart, the middle-aged man lit a cigarette and wandered around the community. The despicable gaze searched everywhere, and suddenly heard a faint cat meow from the corner of the street.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he quickly ran over.

There is a small cardboard box on the corner of the street, and inside are three white little milk cats. White and soft, fluffy and soft, tender paws, cute little eyes have not yet opened, ears are soft, completely unaware that he will face death when he first comes into this world.

The middle-aged man bent down and picked up the small cardboard box.

"Home, home, cute little things." The man smiled hideously, and the little milk cat was still innocently rolling around in the small cardboard box...