Apocalyptic waste

That night Li Muran developed a fever, the fever came suddenly and seemed to be expected, in short, the girl fell down.Even when she was drowsy, she knew that she couldn't just fall down like this, and struggled hard to wake up.There were crying and indistinct voices in her ears all the time, which made her feel more anxious, but the darkness was too thick, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

"Why are you crying? It's a headache!" Zhang Ruiyang relentlessly knocked on the door and dragged the sick ghost to the house, pressing his throbbing temples, and lightly scolded.

There are only two or two people who can support this temporary small family lying on the shabby bunk. It is no wonder that the three children have no idea. Apart from crying miserably like the sky is about to collapse, they can only go to Ask adults you know for help.It's a pity that people who live in District [-] have any connections?If there was a way, I would have left here long ago.Even they have to bear it hard themselves, so why do they talk about helping others.So I could only stand by and chatter a few comforting words, boiled water to help feed the two comatose people with high fever, and twisted the handkerchief to wipe their foreheads to cool down.But they all knew in their hearts that in the current environment, once they had a fever, it would be difficult to recover.

The sick ghost doesn't want to be nosy, but whoever asked him to live next door, he had a hunch that if he didn't come out, the crying next door would keep disturbing his peace for the next few days.

His voice was not loud, but it was strange to say that when he heard it in people's ears, there was a kind of magical power that made people subconsciously want to obey. Not only did the three children stop crying, even when they were called Several people in Huang Hai also quieted down.

"Bring me a stool." The sick ghost coughed and said, ignoring all the looks from around him.

The three children searched indiscriminately, and finally pulled out a ponytail under the bunk, which was brought back by Fu Dan when they went to the county town to hunt corpses.The sick ghost sat down, took a deep breath, and then asked Li Yuanzhuo and the others to light the fire.It was too cold in the room, and if you were not sick, you would get sick from the cold, not to mention there were two wounded lying there.This time, the children didn't need to do anything, and the adults who were also helpless by the side had already finished the work in two or three times.

The stove was built simply with broken bricks and stones, and it burned firewood. There was no chimney in the house, so the door had to be left ajar to let the smoke out.The men were nimble, and while lighting the fire, they simply helped the children burn the water, so that they could be used when needed.The newly lit stove was not warm, but the red dancing flame added a bit of life to the gloomy cabin. In the thin smoke from the burning firewood, the sick ghost felt a black irregular spot covered with lines from his body. The shell was rubbed in the palm of the hand for a long time, and then thrown out casually, the shell fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

No one spoke, but everyone's eyes became strange, not knowing what he was talking about.With his elbows on his knees and his head on his hands, the sick ghost casually looked at the scattered debris on the ground.

"Sheng Gua." Sheng Gua, Yuan Heng.Use it to see adults, don't t-shirt.Nan Zhengji.

Go up the hexagram, get help from noble people, don't worry at all.

After a while, he bent down and picked up the pieces one by one, put them back into his arms, then straightened up slowly, glanced at the three children who were staring at him eagerly, and said, "Go to the south to find someone."

In fact, since he arrived, except for a few words, he has not done any substantive things, but it may be that his calm and calm posture played a role. The men who waited for the end of the world with pity and sadness, saw the tragedy happening and prepared to help deal with the funeral, all of them were affected, calmed down, and even faintly raised a little expectation.

"South?" Wu Ziran looked around in confusion, as if he wanted to find out which side was the south.

"Which side is the south?" Zhang Ruiyang asked directly.

"That's the upper three districts." Huang Hai made a gesture and realized that men seemed to be more sensitive to directions.He frowned, looking at the sick ghost with disappointment in his eyes, "Where can people like us get in the upper three districts?"

"Yeah, if you can find someone in the upper three districts, who will live here." Several other men who came to help also responded in agreement.

At this moment, Zhang Ruiyang, with teardrops on his eyelashes and his eyes flushed from crying, suddenly said, "Uncle Director lives in the upper third district."

When the men heard it, they couldn't help but shut up at the same time, and looked at the little guy in disbelief, which startled the little guy, flinched, and straightened his neck again, arguing loudly with a serious face: "I'm not lying."

"It's true, Sister Muran knows Director Song." Wu Ziran chimed in.Because Li Muran always called Song Yan the director, they also called him that.

"But sister Muran went to look for him yesterday, but she couldn't see anyone." Li Yuanzhuo poured cold water on the two of them, then lowered his head in frustration, and muttered, "I can't even get in, how can I find someone?"

Hearing this, the adults finally believed that they knew people from the upper third district. Although they didn't know who this Director Song was, since they lived in the upper third district, there must be some connections. As long as the other party got some antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine , or invite a healing supernatural being, Li Muran and Fu Dan will be saved.No one noticed that they didn't even think about questioning the sick ghost's words.

"Yeah, even if you know someone, it's useless if you can't get in." Yu Jianjun scratched his head and said worriedly.

"It's better than no hope at all." Huang Hai replied, then frowned, thinking about how to notify the director surnamed Song.No matter how deep or shallow the relationship between that person and Li Muran is, he probably won't leave him alone.

"Let's go." The sick ghost ignored them, pointed to Zhang Ruiyang, and signaled the child to follow him.

The others were stunned for a moment, and then they came to their senses. Huang Hai couldn't help but step forward to block the front, and asked, "Brother Sick Ghost, what are you..." He stopped abruptly before he finished speaking. With cold and empty eyes, he backed away and stepped aside.

It wasn't until the sick ghost took Zhang Ruiyang away that everyone came back to their senses and asked strangely, "Old Huang, what happened to you just now?"

Huang Hai rubbed his nose, but didn't answer, even he himself was still puzzled, he didn't know that the other party was obviously a consumptive ghost who couldn't even walk, and he didn't show any hostility, so why was he so timid.It's a pity that I can't tell anyone about this, it's too damn shameful!

And while they were guessing here and there, the sick ghost led Zhang Ruiyang slowly towards the upper third district.Zhang Ruiyang trotted behind him, and kept turning his head to look back, because Dudu, who was always inseparable from him, didn't come this time.It seems... It seems that since he dragged the sick uncle back to the hut, Dudu has been hiding under the bed.

After walking two more streets, Zhang Ruiyang really gave up, ran two steps, and stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the sick ghost.The sick ghost froze slightly, then quickly returned to normal, and did not shake off, but no matter what Zhang Ruiyang asked, he did not respond.

"We can't get in." Seeing that the gate of the first district was in front of him, Zhang Ruiyang couldn't help but say something.Unexpectedly, the sick ghost didn't go there, but turned a corner, entered an alley, walked for a few minutes, and finally stopped in front of a high wall.There are no guards here, but obviously few people can climb in.

"You go." Pointing to the wall, the sick ghost looked down at the child quietly and said.

"What about you, Uncle?" Zhang Ruiyang said, and was about to move when he suddenly realized that the other party didn't intend to be with him, so he panicked.

The sick ghost pressed his fist to his lips, coughed a few times, panted for a while, and then slowly replied: "Go back."

"But I don't know where the director's uncle lives." Zhang Ruiyang looked up at the sick ghost with his small head up, his big eyes were watery, and he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.I used to follow Zhang Yi, and then I followed Li Muran. Except for staying at home alone, he never did anything alone, so how could he not panic.

The sick ghost was unmoved, and said a word indifferently: "Ask." This step has exceeded his life principles, and he will not help anymore.

"Okay." Tears finally fell from his eyes, but Zhang Ruiyang was used to being obedient. After making sure that the other party would not change his mind, he raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes. He suppressed the fear in his heart and turned around, opening his small hands into claws. Sticking on the wall made of blue bricks, the small body jumped up, swished and swished, and climbed up the wall like an agile monkey.If Zhang Yi and the others saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked.

Crouching on the wall, Zhang Ruiyang couldn't help but look back into the alley again, and found that the sick ghost had already started to walk back tremblingly, tears streaming down his face, and he really wanted to follow him.But he still remembered that he wanted to ask the director's uncle to rescue Aunt Muran and Brother Fu Dan, so he just opened his mouth and made a big cry, but he didn't make any sound, and finally wiped away his tears and opened his arms , jumping into the wall like a chick learning to fly.When he fell to the ground, he rolled twice and stood up without injury.

District 100 is composed of many antique and luxurious courtyards. It was the place where the rich and powerful lived in ancient times, and after more than [-] years, it has returned to the hands of the rich and powerful again.The place where Zhang Ruiyang landed was a dead-end alley, and he walked out to a spacious wide street neatly paved with bluestone slabs. There are tall archways erected on the street, and there are many houses on both sides that don't look too big at first glance. Different mansions.

There were not many people on the street, and it was much quieter than the Ninth District. Zhang Ruiyang stood there blankly, and his small figure looked particularly eye-catching.

"Uncle, do you know where Uncle Director is?" After walking carelessly on the main road for a while, he finally mustered up the courage to stop a passing man to ask.

The man looks very ordinary, but he is accompanied by a young man wearing glasses and two men in black coats who look like bodyguards. His majestic appearance is somewhat similar to Director Song, so he was chosen by the little guy.

"Which Uncle Director?" The man raised his hand to stop the bodyguard from trying to drive the child away, bent slightly, and asked kindly.

Zhang Ruiyang's small face was smudged with tears, like a little tabby cat, but his eyes were big and black, but also clear and clear, like black crystals, which made people let go of their defenses unconsciously.His long eyelashes fluttered for a moment, he thought about it seriously, and then said: "Uncle Director Song...Mr. Song." Uncle Xiao Sheng seemed to be addressing him like this.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Of course I know." Because they were in the same district, only ten minutes away, he decided to visit Song Yan on foot, but he didn't expect such an unexpected gain.As far as he knew, there seemed to be a five or six-year-old child in Song Yan's family. Could it be the lost little guy in front of him?But it doesn't look as annoying as the rumors say.