The foul wind of the scrapyard blew through her hair, revealing her snow-white skin, accentuating her feminine features.

In this regard, Mo Yu has no surprises.

The Immortal Cultivator's Divine Sense could easily pass through the opponent's helmet and see her true face.

As early as the moment she appeared.

Her consciousness had already checked the other party up and down.

She's not very old.

is about the same as the body of his own life, and he should only be seventeen or eighteen years old.

This is also the reason why she chooses the other party with confidence.

She believes that a person with such a pair of clear and clean eyes will not be a bad person.

Mo Yu saw the blonde girl take off her helmet.

I straightened my hair and straightened my motorcycle suit.

He knocked on the door.

At this moment, an old white woman came out of the house.

She wore a coarse cloth checkered scarf around her waist, a black nun's dress, and the black scarf on her head had been washed white.

When I saw the girl, my face was full of surprise.

"Dolly, you're back!"

Mo Yu's divine consciousness followed them into the townhouse.

It turned out to be a small shelter.

There were twenty children, younger than the crooked-mouthed women she had met, probably under the age of fifteen.

And they all have more or less obvious external defects on their bodies.

There is albinism, there is also polio, and all kinds of congenital and acquired physical deformities can be seen everywhere.

The small room is like a museum of freaks, with all the deviants of the city.

The lightest of these was a young boy with a cleft lip.

One can imagine how these people were treated at birth.

will be contained here.

"Saami, how is little Sandy? Isn't he awake yet? ”

The blonde girl named Dolly asked as she walked through the door.

The old woman, dressed as a nun, looked a little worried.

"No, he's still unconscious, his whole body is hot, and his body is hot and scary. I've been applying ice cubes for a day and the temperature hasn't dropped. ”

Mo Yu followed the two to the deepest part of the room.

There was a little boy there, about eight or nine years old, who was physically rare and unflawed compared to the other children here.

At this time, he was lying in a coma on the bed.

His face was pale, his forehead was sweating profusely, and his lips were chapped.

It seemed to be shivering from the cold, and the body instinctively curled up.

The temperature on his forehead was frighteningly high, and there was even a white mist steaming from his exposed skin.

"The doctor has already come to see and doesn't see anything wrong, just prescribes some fever-reducing medicine. However, it is still useless, what can I do if it goes on like this, her sister is like that. Could it be that he ...... too?"

The old nun's face showed disappointment.

Speaking of the back, the voice couldn't help choking.

"How so? Did he eat anything unclean? ”

The blonde girl touched the boy's forehead and body.

Said with a worried face.

"No, those children kindly sent the things they were reluctant to eat, I have cleaned them, everyone grew up eating these things, how could they suddenly eat bad stomachs?"

The girl frowned and said, "There is a new chemical treatment plant nearby, is it because they discharged wastewater here?" ”

The old woman's expression was immediately extremely anxious when she heard this, "Then what should I do, will the other children be okay?" ”

"Saami, don't be in a hurry,"

"I'll look into it. But I'll have to wait until I'm back tomorrow. ”