The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

After breakfast, the three little kids walked hand in hand to the street. The younger brother Yuanyuan kicked the pebbles and walked a few steps, then stood on tiptoe to look around. Suddenly, he pointed at the old man selling candied haws at the intersection and shouted:

“That ball is red!”

The three little kids tiptoed to the candied haws stand. Lingling took out some banknotes from her bag and said in a baby voice:

"Grandpa, I want three!"

Yuanyuan sat down on the ground with the candied haws in her hand. Her sister Tuantuan grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up: "It's dirty! Eat it while standing!"

The three little kids wandered around the street until noon, but there was still no clue. It would be more accurate to say that they were just playing around and found everything new to them, rather than looking for their mother.

Tuantuan is better, after all, she has an older sister. But her younger brother Yuanyuan is like a boneless person. He only knows how to act like a spoiled child. When he gets tired of walking, he just sits on the ground and doesn't move.

"Get up!" Tuantuan bent down and grabbed his ear: "Go find your mother!"

"what--"

"Stop yelling!" Tuantuan scolded fiercely. Yuanyuan pouted and felt extremely aggrieved, but she didn't dare to disobey her sister's order, so she had to get up from the ground with her little butt sticking out.

Lingling covered her mouth with her hands and giggled, pointing to a restaurant in front of her called "Dushi Shanfang", "It's noon, shall we go there to eat first?"

Yuanyuan immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes, only when you are full can you have the strength to look for mom!"

The Dushi Restaurant was bustling with people, and the laughter of the diners filled the air, but if you looked closely, you could see something strange.

The wall lamps on both sides of the gate are uniquely shaped, like the eyes of ancient mythical beasts, emitting a soft and mysterious light.

As you step into the store, the first thing that catches your eye is the huge Chinese-style chandeliers overhead. The lamp bodies are made of simple bronze, and the lampshades are painted with a yin-yang fish pattern. The light shines through the pattern, creating strange light and shadows on the ground and walls.

The tables and chairs in the store are all made of top-grade mahogany, with fine texture and a light wood fragrance. The tabletops are inlaid with not ordinary decorations, but the Bagua shape carefully carved out of jade.

The backrests of the chairs were carved with auspicious animals of various shapes, which looked lifelike. The paintings hanging on the walls were not ordinary paintings, but pictures of spells embroidered with gold thread.

At regular intervals, there are some ancient bronze tripods, the bodies of which are engraved with complex runes, faintly emitting an aura of oppression.

The floor is paved with special marble, with a huge Bagua suppression diagram inlaid in the middle. The black and white Pisces pattern is clearly visible, surrounded by circles of mysterious symbols.

In a corner of the hall, there is a seemingly ordinary green plant area. However, upon closer inspection, you will find that those plants are not ordinary varieties, but some legendary magical herbs that have the effect of warding off evil spirits.

On the wall, a huge Bagua diagram occupies the entire wall, with bright colors and strong lines, as if it is going to break through the wall and suppress all evil.

The hotel's front desk also holds a secret. On the table is an ancient compass, with the needle constantly turning slightly, as if sensing something.

The three little dumplings walked into the hotel. The moment they stepped in, the compass at the front desk seemed to be greatly stimulated and began to spin wildly.

Lingling glanced coldly at the compass.

"boom--!"

In an instant, the compass exploded with a loud bang and turned into countless pieces.

The people around were just slightly stunned. Some muttered that the compass might have broken down due to disrepair, and then they continued with their own things. No one paid much attention.

The waiter led the three little kids to their seats. What was horrifying was that several ghosts followed them quietly behind them.

These ghosts have different shapes, with charred skin, distorted facial features, and wisps of green smoke.

Some of them had messy hair and empty eyes, staring straight at the little kids. They were either standing or sitting, surrounding the three children.

Although the store was bustling with activity, the presence of these ghosts made the air around them seem to be a little lower. The other customers were unaware and continued to eat, drink and chat.

After the waiter left, the three little ghosts fiddled with the tableware. Tuantuan tapped the edge of the porcelain plate with her fingertips. With a crisp sound, the little ghost who was close to her face suddenly tilted his head to a right angle, and a crack appeared on his burnt neck, but there was no blood at all.

It just lay there, its empty eye sockets facing the swaying halo in the porcelain plate. Air seemed to be leaking out of its throat, but it could not make any sound.

When Yuanyuan put the spoon into the soup bowl, the little ghost beside him who was imitating his movements suddenly immersed his hand in the soup. At the moment when the ripples spread, a few strands of blood appeared on its charred palm, but they disappeared an inch before touching Yuanyuan's wrist.

The little ghost tilted his head to look at his transparent fingertips, then looked up at Yuanyuan stirring the soup spoon, mechanically repeating the cycle of "scooping up - dropping empty air". His distorted face was reflected on the surface of the soup bowl, and shattered into countless strange afterimages by the ripples.

The delicious meal was soon served on the table. When Lingling gave the peeled shrimps to Tuantuan, the little ghost behind her finally "touched" her shoulder.

It was more like a touch than a light brush of black mist, carrying the scent of burnt ashes.

The little ghost looked down at his translucent palm, and suddenly reached out to grab Yuanyuan's cuffs hanging on the table. The moment his five fingers passed through the fabric, fine frost appeared on the cuffs.

Several ghosts in the form of adults floated silently. Their charred skin was wrinkled, and they slowly floated around the three small balls, sometimes approaching, sometimes retreating, as if they were sizing up something.

In the corners, there were ghosts looming, they also looked like they had been burned to death, their skin was charred, and some even had white bones visible.

Unlike the expressionless ghosts before, they had hideous faces, distorted features, and flashing resentment in their eyes.

In his hand he held a weapon that had been deformed by the fire, and there seemed to be wisps of black smoke remaining on the blade.

They hid in the shadows, staring at the direction of Xiaotuanzi and the ghosts around them, and let out low roars from their throats from time to time, as if they were ready to pounce at any time, but seemed to be afraid and only dared to watch from a distance.

As the night completely enveloped the earth, the lights in the hotel became increasingly dim.

The diners had already left, and the waiters began to clear the tables and chairs, preparing to close. The three little dumplings seemed to be forgotten in the corner, with no sign of leaving.

At this time, the movements of the little ghosts became even more bizarre. Some of them slowly floated to the ceiling, hanging upside down and staring at the little dumplings.

Some were crawling on the walls, leaving charred trails, while others were gathered together, heads touching, as if communicating something silently.

As the waiter turned off the lights one by one, the shadows in the restaurant grew thicker.

When the last light went out and the entire hotel fell into darkness, the figures of the three little dumplings disappeared without a trace.

Turn your gaze back to the other side.

Chen Yifan, a gang leader who looks more like a boss than a gang leader.

"Bend your knees two more centimeters," Chen Yifan held a cigarette in his mouth and kicked Shen Ran's knee with his leather boots. "You're shaking after just a short while of training. You might as well go home and drink some milk!"

Shen Ran's legs in sweatpants trembled violently after being kicked. His squatting position swayed, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Well, it's not bad. After this part, I'll teach you something else."

"Yes!" Shen Ran straightened his back.

At this time, footsteps were heard downstairs, and a few young men with dyed yellow hair came in. When they saw Chen Yifan, they immediately nodded and bowed:

"Brother Chen, those guys over there are causing trouble again, threatening to collect our protection money."