The work in the slaughterhouse was not as perfect as Mo Xiaofei imagined.

The first thing she has to face is the fate of getting up early, the first batch of pigs to enter the slaughterhouse is between 3 and 4 o'clock in the morning, Mo Xiaoyou, as a cleaning staff, although she does not need to be present when the pigs are in the slaughter, but she should also be in the factory at 5 o'clock in the morning.

This means that Mo Xiaoyou has to get up at 2 o'clock in the evening, follow the others who go to work with him to get on the small three wheels provided by the slaughterhouse, and drive all the way to the cold wind for about forty minutes.

As soon as I entered the slaughterhouse, a smell of blood rushed to my nose. Mo Xiaoyou, who has lived in the fresh air of the outside world for more than ten years, was almost smoked by this smell.

It was only at this time that Mo Xiaoyou suddenly discovered a drawback of her demon soul's strength.

In the past, in the orphanage, they had no spare money to raise pets. In schools, pets are also insulated. So until now, Mo Xiaoyou didn't know that she was actually able to communicate with the spirits of animals......

For example, now, she is clear about the inner activities of hundreds of pigs, including all kinds of hearsay and news exchanges.

In just a few breaths, Mo Xiaoyou knew that a pig had been tested for ractopamine the day before yesterday, and he also knew that several workers had died in this factory......

The cacophony of information crept into her mind uncontrollably, causing her to faint almost for a moment. But fortunately, her demon soul was strong enough, and in just an instant, the coercion in her demon soul was crushed out like substance.

The staff of the slaughterhouse were very surprised to find that not only did none of the pigs to be slaughtered run around, but also one by one they felt that they were in a good position.

"None of the pigs in this batch today are going to be spermatological, right?"

A male staff member with a shoehorn joked.

However, none of the staff members laughed along, which made Ban Cunnan's face difficult to look at. Suddenly, the footage from the ghost movie I watched last night suddenly appeared.

"Ang...... Ang ......"

A timely pig cry frightened him so much that the sharp knife in his hand almost didn't hold it steady, and with this pig cry, the originally quiet pig slaughterhouse became lively again.

Seeing that everything was back to normal, the staff tacitly ignored the abnormality just now and began to work day after day.

No one noticed a black glint in the eyes of the little girl who had just been given a large mop, and she looked down again to check her tools.

The work of the slaughterhouse, the ink demon, only goes for one day on the weekend. However, after returning that day, even Chenchen, who had always been the most sticky to her, was reluctant to come within a meter of her.

Maybe it's really "into the abalone, and you won't smell it for a long time", Mo Xiaoyou himself is quite accustomed to it, but thinking of the painful cries made by those pig souls when they finally left this world during the day, they couldn't help but feel a sense of worry in their eyes:

When she left this world, she shouldn't be so miserable, right? And also with that obviously naughty and mischievous Yu Yu......

The night at the orphanage was very quiet, but a cheer of joy came from a residential building in a city thousands of miles away:

"Great! Father! Do you really allow me to keep my little boy on the balcony? ”

"Hmmm! But you'll have to feed it, bathe it, and take it for a walk! Mom and Dad won't help you take care of your little girl. ”

"Hmmm! Daddy, you're the best!! I'll be sure to be good to the little ones! “

"Wang! Woof! ”

"I said that you are also too fond of children, and several families have recently gotten duodenal worms because of pets, and you dare to let him raise them!"

"I've already taken this puppy for injections, you don't have to worry."

"Wang! Woof! “