Passing through the mountains of garbage, the padded jacket saw a very large tin house.

The smoke from the house stinks worse than the mountain of garbage outside.

The gate was rusty, half-hidden, and opened with a slight push.

In the iron house, there were twenty or thirty incinerators, each of which was blazing with fire.

The indoor temperature is high enough to steam in a sauna and grill out of thin air.

The padded jacket was not affected by the temperature, ran in, rummaging through the pile of debris in front of the incinerator.

Find a severed leg and a severed arm.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The old, hoarse, gloomy voice sounded behind the padded jacket.

The padded jacket turned around and shook the severed limb in his hand: "Looking for my grandson." ”

These are all Luo Fuxu's, and there are many other people's next to them, and I don't want padded jackets.

The man who came was a hunchbacked old man, half of his face was old and thin, and half of his face was burned beyond recognition and lost his human form.

The eyes and nose are glued together, and it is very scary.

The old man only has one eye to see, but when he looks at people, this eye is particularly cold, like the eyes of a poisonous snake, staring at people all over the body.

Ignoring the severed limb in the padded jacket's hand, his eyes stayed on her immature and ignorant face, and suddenly smiled sadly.

"What a good skin."

"Bang ......"

The little jacket withdrew its small fist, with innocence on his face.

The eerie atmosphere created by the old man suddenly dissipated, and only the embarrassment in the air remained.

I covered my eyes in disbelief, and my teeth were bared in pain.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been beaten like this.

"Damn Little ......"

"Bang ......"

"You really deserve ......"

"Bang ......"

"You should ......"

"Bang ......"

"You ......"

"Bang ......"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The unlucky ghost watching the excitement next to him covered his face tightly, it hurt.

The old man was so angry that he exploded, he didn't speak, why did he still fight?

Endless fighting.

It's too much.

"Enough ......"

The old man roared angrily, and the Luo pot on his back exploded in an instant, shooting out countless black, small, smelly and ugly insects, densely rushing towards the padded jacket.

Cotton jackets don't like small insects, especially small and numerous, very dense insects, so scared that they run away.

Running around the incinerator, still holding Luo Fuxu's severed limb in his hand.

The little fried hair flew along, the little expression was extremely serious, and the two little short legs were flying fast, looking a little funny.

The unlucky ghost was also startled, and almost ran with him.

After thinking about it, he was a ghost, but the insect couldn't help him, and suddenly stabilized.

Silently pray for humanity.

The old man touched his bruised and swollen face, and the depression in his heart finally dissipated.

Gloomy and pathetic: "What a damn ......"

"Bang ......"

The old man spat out his bloody teeth, looked at the little girl who was chased by the insects and ran out of the afterimage in disbelief, and asked angrily, "Why can you still beat me?" ”

The padded jacket was aggrieved, ran around the incinerator, and took the time to reply: "I don't beat the old man, but don't laugh, I want to beat you when you laugh." ”

"I can't help it at all, it's not good to beat the elderly."

Her principles are broken, and her little jacket is very depressed.

The old man was angry, feeling that the little girl was mocking him and provoking him, and roared fiercely: "Swallow her for me, swallow her." ”

The insect suddenly grinned at the padded jacket as if it had been beaten with chicken blood, and chased even more frantically.

The unlucky ghost was so frightened that he flew to the old man's back, so terrible that even if the insects couldn't touch him, he felt his scalp tingle.

The old man could see the unfortunate ghost, and when he saw it approaching him, he roared in disgust.

"Bad luck thing, get out of here."

Unlucky Ghost......

No, partially.

Spread your arms and pounce directly on the old man.

The old man was so angry and angry that he was about to scold and bite his tongue when he opened his mouth.

With a wave of his hand, he shook the talisman paper, and slammed a large piece of skin and flesh off the stove.

Can't be provoked, can't he hide?

Turning his head to leave, he stumbled on his front foot and fell on his back foot, and fell into a dog eating.

The old man slammed the ground in a rage, damn the unlucky ghost, he was at odds with it.

The unlucky man laughed so hard that he was punched in the face.

Unlucky Ghost......

"Why did you hit me?"

The padded jacket is innocent: "I'm just handy." ”

It was the unfortunate ghost's turn to smash the ground in anger, and it really, really hated this human.

The old man's eyes were full of ferocity, and he glanced at the padded jacket fiercely.

He raised his hand and cut through his palm, and the dark and smelly blood fell to the ground along his palm.

The old man drew talismans in blood.

The runes with a sinister aura quickly took shape, and the resentment suspended over the entire garbage dump began to stir.

As the runes formed, they swirled in the air, increasing their speed, eventually forming a huge devouring vortex that adsorbed the surrounding one.

The small physique of the little black worm bears the first responsibility, like a large cloud of dust being sucked away by a vacuum cleaner, leaving no trace of the fixed point.

The padded jacket stopped, tilted his little head, and looked at the vortex suspiciously.

Outside the garbage dump, Zhao Guoyan twisted his eyebrows: "What's the wind?" "The wind rose strangely, without any sign or direction, as if it were falling straight from the top of your head.

Si Ming saw that this was not any wind, but someone was driving resentment.

Glancing behind him, he didn't see the padded jacket, and he suddenly felt bad: "It's too late, go straight ahead, Captain Zhao, you go to find someone, be quick." ”

Zhao Guoyan also sensed that something was wrong, and asked the two subordinates behind him to find someone, and he followed behind Si Ming and rushed into the garbage dump.

In the tin house, the unlucky ghost scratched around in horror, trying to stabilize the soul, but it was too late.

The huge suction force sucked it high into the air, and it swirled uncontrollably.

The unlucky man exclaimed, "Human, save me, save me, I'm about to be eaten." ”

The dazed padded jacket instantly stirred, his eyes quickly reddened, and his anger soared: "Don't rob me of delicious food." ”

A punch was thrown at the old man.

The old man felt like rushing over a mountain, and the strong wind swept away the pain of tearing his flesh and skin.

Quickly shoot out a rune and hit the padded jacket directly.

Before the rune arrived, it was broken by the evil aura of the padded jacket.

The old man's face turned white in shock, and he turned his head and ran.

The padded jacket's fist quickly approached, and a punch smashed into the old man's vest.

"Poof......

Blood splattered.

The old man knocked over an incinerator headlong.

The fire is splashing, and a fire is coming.

Mars was sucked away by the whirling resentment, but a catastrophe was averted.

The old man lost half his life, and convulsed on the ground, his face twisted and painful, as if he was about to breathe.

The padded jacket punched again, directly to a headshot.

The commander who came shouted loudly: "Girl, leave him alive." ”

The movement of the padded jacket stops instantly, as smooth as pressing the pause button.

She is now listening more and more instinctively to Si Ming's words.

But the red light under his eyes had not yet dissipated, because the unlucky ghost had been sucked into the whirlpool of resentment.

That's hers, and no one can take it.

The vortex was still devouring wildly, and Si Ming had to grab the things next to him to stabilize his body.

The cotton jacket is like a mountain, a thin and small lump, just standing at the mouth of the whirlpool, towering and unmoving.

Roaring at the whirlpool of resentment: "Scatter me." ”

"Boom ......"

The invisible force was like a stormy wave, and the vortex suddenly collapsed and quickly dissipated.

Over the gray garbage dump, like a sunny day after rain, the haze has dissipated, the blue sky is white and the sky is clear.

The things that were rolled up fell to the ground with a bang, and the scene was a mess.

(End of chapter)