Chapter 270

When a mortal goes to the hell, he needs to drink a bowl of Mengbo soup. It's convenient for him to enter the afterlife reincarnation after forgetting the past.

Shen Yan, a fierce ghost, is immune to Mengpo Tang. If he wants to continue to join the WTO without any worries, he has to seal his memory selectively.

Without hesitation, he sealed up the memory of this life again, and then quickly went back to the world - no way. Recently, the exhaustion of soul power has become more and more serious, and he must be diligent.

At the end of 1960s, Xiangjiang.

There is a musty smell in the air.

The little girl's cheek was dirty. Looking at the patty in her hand, she swallowed her saliva. Then she handed the patty to the little boy beside her and said sweetly, "brother, I'm not hungry. You can eat it."

"Brother is not hungry, you eat."

The little girl shook her head and held the meat pie stubbornly.

The little boy sighed helplessly, bit a mouthful of meat cake, then pushed the meat cake in the past, softly urged: "eat quickly, or it will be cold."

"Is it delicious?" The little girl swallowed her saliva and asked brightly.

"Delicious."

Shen Yan is now attached to this young man, named Wen Chenyan, who has just turned 10 years old.

Wen Chenyan used to be a young master of a wealthy family, but his father was addicted to gambling and was unable to pay off a huge gambling debt. The debt collector came to the door and directly smashed the Wen family.

Wen's father died, but Wen's mother didn't know what to do. Other aunts also ran away early. Only Wen Chenyan and his four-year-old sister Wenya were left.

Two children have no labor force, Wen Chenyan was raised too expensive before, wandered on the street a few days later, developed a high fever and died. Wen Chenyan loves his sister very much. His biggest wish before death is to see her grow up safely and live a happy life.

Shen Yan has always liked children and doesn't mind bringing up his younger sister. But what he didn't expect was that when he opened his eyes and saw gentleness for the first time, he would have an indescribable sense of closeness, as if from the depths of his soul, and as if from blood.

At that moment, Shen Yan thought that even if he fought for his life, he would protect his sister's gentleness.

"Kill him! Kill him! "

Outside the broken temple came the vicious urging of children.

Shen Yanxun went to see a few well-dressed half grown children surrounded by a bony child. Just like the Roman Colosseum, the thin boy was fighting with a little fat man. His body was painted and his clothes were rotten. It was very tragic.

The children around don't give way to the thin child. If he is knocked down, the children nearby will take the opportunity to kick him.

"Brother, he is so pitiful..." I ate it gently for a long time, but I didn't even eat a fifth of the meat cake. She wrapped up the rest of the patty and put it into Shen Yan's hands. Then she patted her ass and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Shen Yan then stood up.

Now the world is not peaceful, and the place where they live is gathered by local ruffians and hooligans. Shen Yan is not at ease and goes out alone. He follows the latter wherever he goes. Even if he goes to the toilet, Shen Yan will stay outside.

"Go and help that little brother." Gentle, a pair of bright eyes, the corner of the mouth curved like a crescent moon.

Shen Yan was very surprised. He grabbed his sister and said, "I can't go!"

"Why?" Wen Ya tilted his head and blinked at him, puzzled.

Shen Yan is very helpless. He wants to say: don't meddle in your own business. There are so many people on the other side. If you rush there, you will be beaten into meat cakes. You will lose your life.