Chapter 813：

It was only about two square meters, and it was completely dark.

It was filled with all kinds of sundries.

The air is also dull and depressed.

This is a storage room that is not often opened.

"Woooooo-"

Very slight whimpers and sobbing sounds sounded in the storage room.

Ye Fan was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect that there were still people in such a small place.

He looked towards where the sound came from.

I can only see,

A young and immature figure was hugging his knees and leaning against the corner of the wall.

The head hangs down and rests on the arm.

Click, click--

Tears were like broken crystals, sliding down from the sockets and dripping onto the ground.

But this young figure seemed to have some worries and didn't dare to cry too loudly.

He just lowered his head and was alone in this small cramped storage room, sobbing softly.

Like a little helpless little beast, licking his wounds in the dark.

A little boy!

It's the real body of the shadow ghost!

Could it be that

Is this the closed space of the little boy's consciousness?

Ye Fan thought secretly.

For his conscious body, dark vision is just a means of waiting.

Ye Fan clearly saw that the little boy's body, just like when he saw it before, had many bruises and scars.

Some are new injuries of purple and red.

Some are old wounds that have begun to turn blue and black.

Seems to be whipped out by something like a stick.

Moreover,

Ye Fan also saw the purple-red palm print bruises on the little boy's face.

Surprisingly, he was slapped heavily.

Ye Fan's eyes were chilly, and his resentment filled his heart again.

After all, which scumbag has caused a seven or eight-year-old child to be treated like this! !

He looked at the little boy with pity and distress in his heart.

Ye Fanqiang suppressed the anger in his heart, squatted, and said softly: "Can you see me?"

no respond.

At this time,

Ye Fan suddenly felt as if there was a thin film around it, bursting open, allowing him to hear outside sounds.

The voice of a rough guy belching continuously came in.

"Hiccups, smelly... stinky lady, what a shit, Lao Tzu... Lao Tzu is working hard outside, you say!"

"Grumbling—" The man seemed to take a sip of wine.

"You said, you...you stay at home all the time, haven't you...looked for a wild man?"

"Special!!"

Snapped--

The crisp slap in the face immediately sounded.

"what--"

The woman's screams were helpless and fragile.

Damn, damn--

Bang--

Bang--

A series of furniture falling to the ground sounded.

Domestic violence outside?

It seems that the child's injury was also hit by this man!

Ye Fan's heart was full of anger.

He released his mental power and found that he could sense the situation outside.

This is an old house about sixty square meters, two generations, one living room and one bathroom.

The living room is also in the dining room, and it seems to be eating dinner.

There are chopsticks, simple meals, and five bottles of beer on the table.

Three of them were finished.

There are two bottles left unopened.

Half of the bottle was not finished, and it was being held in a man's hand, dangling around, raising his head to take a sip from time to time.

This is a middle-aged man in his thirties with a face full of flesh and a shaggy beard.