In a dark corner not far away, there was a child curled up in rags, about four or five years old. The hair was unkempt, but the young and lovely little round face was red, like an apple ripe in autumn.

Seeing Wu Yong staring at himself, the little fart bared his little tiger teeth, tilted his head, and showed an innocent smile.

For Wu Yong, who has become a soul searcher, seeing the dead soul seems to be commonplace. didn't know that the little kid died early at a young age, which made Wu Yong feel compassion. It's still a little weird and abnormal about the ghost of a little brat!

When Wu Yong and the little kid glanced at each other, Wu Yong's heart trembled suddenly and chuckled.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yong carried a large bag and a small wrap and slowly walked to the little child. Squatted down and said softly: "Little brother, it's not a fun place for people to come and go here." Hurry up and get out of here, just find a place..."

At this point, the voice stopped abruptly. Wu Yong's expression was instantly stunned, and he didn't know what to say next.

Find a random place and wait for the soul to fade away!

This is too cruel for a young child who has just learned the world. The age when he was supposed to be pampered in the arms of his parents, but he lost everything because of death.

He sneered miserably in his heart, and for a moment, Wu Yong felt as if fate always liked to make some not very cheerful jokes on poor people.

There are no corpses in the construction of bridges and roads, and the gold belt is set on fire to murder.

Hehehehe··· Maybe it's fate!

Wu Yong freed up a hand, gently stroked the little child's head, tried to calm his pathetic tone, and said with a smile: "Little brother, why do you want to hide in this corner all the time, aren't you afraid?" ”

The little fart child bared his little tiger teeth, and his immature tone did not have any sadness, but sounded very cheerful and sunny.

"I'm not afraid, I'm waiting for Dad." The little kid stretched out his dirty little hand, grabbed Wu Yong's clothes, and said innocently: "Take me home, I don't want to be alone." ”

Go home?

For a dead soul, it will disappear automatically within three days, and there is no home anywhere.

The little child's prayer words, Wu Yongquan regarded them as childlike words.

"Truth be told, I don't have a home either." Wu Yong pursed his lips and said helplessly: "Alas, it's a pity, if you have the qualifications to enter the soul realm, maybe I can still help you." ”

Soul Realm?

"I don't want to go to the soul realm, I just want to go home with you." The child's immature eyes revealed a touch of firmness and stubbornness.

Alas, I'll go, this fart ghost can't be entangled with himself.

Just as Wu Yong was thinking about how to get rid of the little child, the little witch's brutal cry suddenly sounded in his ears: "Wu Yong, what are you doing." Hurry up and help me carry something, I can't see it. ”

As she spoke, the little witch pulled her sister Meng Yu'er and walked quickly in front of Wu Yong.

"Hey, whose family is this kid?" The little witch Meng Ling'er squatted down and gently pinched the cheeks of the little child, "He looks so cute, just like a porcelain doll." ”

The little witch showed her gentle side for the first time, and Wu Yong couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

But what shocked Wu Yong even more was that the little witch could see the little fart child, and she could also touch the soul of the little fart child.

I rub, this... What's going on?

After a pause, Wu Yong smirked a few times, and asked in a sneering manner: "Meng Ling'er, can you see him." ”

The willow eyebrows were coldly raised, the little witch glanced at Wu Yong coldly, and snorted coldly: "Hmph! I'm not blind, a big living person is here, how can I not see. Wu Yong, don't change the topic, hurry up and help me carry things, I'm almost tired from shopping. ”

The little witch didn't care whether Wu Yong was willing to accept it or not, and directly stuffed the pocket in her hand into Wu Yong's hand.

Compared with the so-so little witch, her sister Meng Yuer is much more observant. Seeing that the little kid was dirty all over, Meng Yu'er couldn't help but smile, leaned over and said softly: "Little brother, are you lost, where have your parents gone?" ”

"I'm not lost, my dad is here." The little kid stubbornly grabbed Wu Yong's shirt, and it seemed that he didn't intend to let go at all.

Daddy is here?

Wu Yong breathed a long sigh of relief, as long as he could find the biological father of the little brat, he might be able to get rid of him.

As for why the two sisters of the Meng family can see it, let's study it when they have time!

"Little brother, where is your father, you point it out and show me." Meng Yu'er got up and looked around, her beautiful eyes sweeping around in the flow of people.

The little kid sucked his fingers and blinked his watery eyes. Then he pointed at Wu Yong with a saliva stained finger and said categorically: "He is my father." ”

Wu Yong was stunned, and looked in the direction pointed by the little kid, and found that there was no figure behind him.

When he landed, Wu Yong had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart.

"Little brother, you say I'm your father?" Wu Yong raised his eyebrows lightly and said word by word.

The little kid continued to suck his fingers and nodded earnestly.

"Dad, take me home, I've been looking for you for a long time. When I'm hungry, I can only beg, and when I'm sleepy, I can only sleep on the streets, and if you don't recognize me, I'm afraid I won't live long. Speaking of sensationalism, the little kid plunged into Wu Yong's arms and cried.

Daddy...

Where can I get a son as big as yours, even if I deduct the greenhouse, it won't be so fast.

Wu Yong hurriedly pulled away the little fart child, and said righteously: "Child, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." I'm not your father, don't scream anymore, it's easy to misunderstand. ”

"Woo woo · Dad, if you marry the daughter of a rich family, you don't plan to recognize me. The little kid pursed his lips aggrievedly, sobbing with tears in his eyes, and moved his gaze to the two sisters of the Meng family.

Marrying a rich lady's daughter?

Wait, it doesn't sound like a four- or five-year-old kid can say it.

Damn, this little thing shouldn't be a fairy monster?

Wu Yong was confused by the little kid in front of him, and was dumbfounded for a while, before he asked in a hurry: "Child, you keep saying that I am your father, do you have any evidence?" ”

"My mother said, your name is Wu Yong, and you are your mother's first love. Mom slept with you, fell asleep and gave birth to me. My mother died of illness last month, and before she died, she showed me a picture of you and asked me to look for you, and she said that you would be in Haicheng. ”

First love?

Still sleeping together?

Lao Tzu is still a virgin, is it good, where is Du Nima!

Seeing the little kid's lies, Wu Yong excitedly grabbed the little kid's slender arm and pretended to be angry and shouted: "Child, don't wronged a good person, when have I ever slept with your mother." You must have recognized the wrong person, I'll take you to the police station to find Dad right now. ”