Chapter 91: Ah Huang is a dog! You don't even spare dogs!
"Who is it?" Sima Xuanyuan shouted, raised his sword and quickly chased after the figure.
"Hey, wait for me!" When Qian Duoduo saw this, if the area wasn't deserted or if it wasn't full of graves, she felt a chill in her body and hurriedly followed behind Sima Xuanyuan.
The two crossed a street and turned around and chased them into a dead end. Suddenly, Qian Duoduo felt a pain in her back. When she turned around, she found a seven or eight-year-old boy behind her, holding a broom in his hand. He was dirty.
His little face was glaring with anger, and he roared angrily: "Bad guy, get out of here!"
Bad guy? Qian Duoduo was stunned. Seeing this, Sima Xuanyuan pulled out the scabbard and hit the child at once. The broom in his hand fell down with a 'pop' sound, and the child sat down on the ground.
‘Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of wass, it's like, 'Bad guys, you bad guys...'
Qian Duoduo's brows twitched in pain, grabbed his hand, and asked: "Hey, who is the bad guy? Why did you hit me?"
After struggling for a while, the child was finally tired of crying. With tears on his face, he sat on the ground, rolled his eyes and glared at the two of them: "You killed my grandma, and you also killed my Ah Huang! I hate you."
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"Ah Huang?" Qian Duoduo squatted down, blinked and asked, "Who is Ah Huang?"
"Ah Huang is my dog! You don't even let the dog go!" the child yelled, looking at the sword in Sima Xuanyuan's hand, and spoke more timidly and quietly.
Qian Duoduo turned his head and glanced at the gloomy cemetery behind him, then turned to look at Sima Xuanyuan: "I wonder if someone came to massacre the village before?"
Sima Xuanyuan glanced at the village. It was silent. Only a few crows were left chirping on the treetops. I am afraid that there is no one in the city.
Sima Xuanyuan looked down at the boy and asked: "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people, we are just passers-by. The sandstorm is coming now, so we want to find a place to stay. Is there anyone else in this city?"
The child looked at the sword in his hand and shook his head: "Last month, a group of people who looked like officers and soldiers came and killed everyone in the city. Now there is no one else in the city except me!"
Officers and soldiers killed people? Qian Duoduo felt that there was no monument on the grave just now, and it seemed that the child was buried. She slowly lifted him up, looked at the dust that was already flying in the sky, and said: "Don't be afraid, we
If we are not officers and soldiers, please take us to your house to take shelter first, and we will leave when the sandstorm is over!"
The child nodded and led the two of them through the street corner, into a dilapidated small courtyard, and into the house. There was blood and dust everywhere in the house.
"Ah! Ahem!" Qian Duoduo stretched out his hand and pulled off the spider web hanging in the corner, covering his nose and said: "Wow, this is so dirty. How did you live here? Really, you didn't even clean it!"
The child sat aside and said nothing, just staring blankly at Qian Duoduo who kept cleaning the house. For a long time, he lowered his head and whispered: "When I was a child, I often watched my mother clean the house."
"Your mother?" Qian Duoduo looked back and asked, "Yes, you only talked about your grandma, where are your parents?"
"They were forced to do hard work when I was very young and never came back!" The child said as he turned around and took out a cold sweet potato from the pot on the side and handed it to Qian Duoduo: "Here, there is nothing to eat at home.