Chapter 180 Snow

Fang Zheng had just turned around and took his first step.

As a result, the scene changed and Quarry disappeared.

In front of him was a harsh winter, with thousands of miles of ice and thick snow covering the road.

Everyone on the road was in a hurry, exhaling white air from their mouths. Everyone wrapped themselves tightly in clothes and tried their best to shrink their necks into them. No one wanted to stay out on such a cold day.

Fang Zheng was standing in an alley on the side of the street, surrounded by all kinds of shouts, but these people's clothes were very strange, it seemed... Was it an ancient dress more than a hundred years ago?

Fang Zheng frowned. In front of him, when did he know each other... Is it another memory replay?

Fang Zheng thought about his experience in the haunted house in Black blind forest, and it was exactly the same.

The only difference was that they seemed to have different memories.

Fang Zheng thought for a moment, then quickly understood the situation in front of him. He looked at him coldly. It seemed that he was right to track down this time. The ghost incident in Quarry should be the fake foreign body that disappeared decades ago.

Because it is this ability that is almost similar!

He just couldn't figure out why this memory replay wasn't a fake foreign memory. These were clearly two eras with different time spans.

But Fang Zheng has pulled out the Ghost head knife.

He glanced around at a person, his arm muscles tense and ready to exert his strength.

If his guess is correct, the owner of this memory replay should be among these people in front of him.

Just as Fang Zheng was looking for the owner of the memory as if he were hunting for prey, a loud scolding suddenly caught Fang Zheng's attention.

The sky was snowing heavily with goose feathers and thick snow under his feet. The temperature outside was estimated to be below zero.

It was in such a cold season that he saw a little beggar girl of six or seven years old in thin clothes begging pitifully from a person. As a result, the person's face was filled with a loud scolding. The little girl was so scared that she took a step back, lowered her head and shook her body, not daring to make a sound.

When the man left, the little girl stood alone in the crowd, wiping her tears with grievance. The snow covered her thin body one by one, like rootless duckweed abandoned by the whole world. The snow was piling up on her shoulder, as if it was going to crush this thin body.

In such a cold season, she only had a ragged and thin dress, which contained no cotton to keep out the cold, and was stuffed with dry weeds to keep the temperature low.

On her feet were two small shoes of different colors and sizes, which were already black and had many holes in them.

The two shoes were obviously one big and one small. The big one seemed to be the size of a ten-year-old child. It was too big for a malnourished six-or seven-year-old girl. She had to tie her ankles with tough weeds to keep her shoes from falling off.

The little girl was trembling with cold, her hands and feet and little face were red with cold. She kept lowering her head and wiping her tears with grievances. Her nose was sore with pity, but the adults around her were in a hurry, and no one cared about the poor little girl.

The little girl wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the snow on her shoulders did not crush the thin body. She mustered up her courage again. Her dirty face did not hide her pure and kind eyes. She was like an innocent little lamb who had stumbled into the complicated adult world. Her hands and feet were red with cold, and she begged the adults on the street again.

"Uncle, my sister has been having a fever. She hasn't eaten for three days. Please give me something to eat."

"Auntie, my sister is really hungry. She hasn't eaten for three days in a row. Please pity my sister and give her something to eat."

The little girl shivering in the cold wind, begging and begging again and again, was yelled at and scolded again and again, despised by the adults, and her skinny body was so cold that her hands and feet were red in the cold wind, she looked even more lonely and helpless, as if she had been abandoned by this cruel world.

Sometimes they would even be scolded impatiently by adults.

She was frightened and frightened by the grown-ups over and over again, like a child who had done something wrong. She lowered her head and stared at her shoes of different sizes, not daring to look up at the grown-ups. She kept saying that she was sorry and sorry. Every time she was scolded by grown-ups, her head lowered even lower.

But at the thought of her sister, the little girl would muster up the courage to beg again.

There was fear and strength in those innocent eyes, but there was no hatred for the world.

How could a little girl of six or seven know what hatred is...

Fang Zheng lowered his head and muttered.

The pedestrians were all passing through the street in a hurry. Only this little girl was wandering on the street from beginning to end. It seemed that the owner of this memory belonged to this little girl.

It's just that he hasn't figured it out yet.

Does this little girl have any special meaning?

Why was this little girl's memory replayed?

Fang Zheng pondered for a moment, then followed the little girl's back with confusion and thought.

Because at this time, he found that the sky was getting dark, begging for food all day, and the little girl who was hungry and cold, her face was red with cold, and she was struggling to get back to her place with a single step.

This is a refugee camp outside the city.

A raging fire!

Flames!

When the little girl arrived at the refugee camp, she saw the fire burning in the camp. The little girl cried for help.

"Please, please, save my sister!"

"My sister is still inside!"

"My sister hasn't escaped yet!"

The more she cried, the more desperate she became, but the people around her were indifferent, unhelpful, unhelpful, unsympathetic, and pitiless. It was as if she and her sister were completely abandoned in a small corner of the world and no one cared about them.

The coldness and ruthlessness of this world made her despair, and she rushed into the sea of fire that was spreading faster and faster.

Fang Zheng stood still.

But the Nine yang true qi in his body had been transported over and over again quickly, maintaining the best fighting strength at all times. It seemed that the replay of this memory would soon come to fruition.

Suddenly! Fang Zheng felt a strong throbbing in his heart.

It was a warning sign of danger from biological instinct.

Fang Zheng's eyes were alert and saw a thin figure walking out of the raging fire. When Fang Zheng finally saw it clearly, she was a little girl with severe burns all over her body, clothes and fabrics tightly attached to her skin tissue, and her whole body was burnt black.

Her resentful eyes, now colder than winter, stared at the world before her, and finally, her eyes rested on Fang Zheng.

"I don't think I'll be lucky. I'll run into a hundred-year-old ghost again this time, right?" Fang Zheng's scalp went numb, and he remembered the characteristics of people's clothing in this memory.

Suddenly!

The wind behind Fang Zheng was sharp, and the little girl in front of Fang Zheng flashed behind him.

It was too fast.

Fang Zheng didn't even have time to turn on the Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques's strongest bell mode, so he could only take a hard hit from the 48th layer of cicada on his back.

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