It was talking nonsense, and the child who was talking to Meng Yuanji on the other side was the same incoherent: "Dad, I want Dad... Dad is gone... Dad..."

His bare foot was black and his feet were soles. I don’t know how many ways he had walked to find his father.

Meng Yuanji grabbed the veil and carefully wiped his face.

"Dad... Monster... Dad was eaten by monster..." The little boy with a blank look cried, "I want Dad..."

He said that his father was gone, and then he said that his father was eaten by a monster.

The voices of speaking and crying penetrated into Tang Xin's ears.

Meng Liu's "wait for a while" turned out to be this.

But the current situation can no longer wait.

He stared at A Yan and urged Meng Yuanji again: "It's going to be dark."

The bright sun shines on people's palms to sweat, but for them, the sky is indeed dark. Ayan seems to be on the edge of losing control, and the flames that are constantly scattering burn out scorch marks on the ground.

Although the pedestrians passing by around have not found any abnormality, this calmness obviously cannot last long.

Tang Xin's voice became anxious and nervous.

Meng Yuanji's expression did not change at all.

He still smiled slightly.

His bright eyes and curved lips made him look like a pure and good person.

The panicked child gradually fell into his gentleness and kindness.

Meng Yuanji asked in a low voice: "Have you seen the monster?"

The child nodded vigorously, revealing the green scalp on his head. Only a short braid was left on his head.

Meng Yuanji's eyes swayed back and forth with his braids, and the monster - if he heard it before leaving home, he would definitely not believe it.

But now, even if there is a falsehood, he has to believe it first.

Meng Yuanji asked again: "What did that monster look like?"

When the child heard this, he stopped nodding: "Yes, it's a big pig..."

"The big pig eats Daddy!" He suddenly screamed, hugged his head, and curled up his body, "It was the big pig eats Daddy!"

Meng Yuanji was stunned, "Pig?"

Pig monster?

No way.

Hearing the screams of the child, passers-by looked over with a strange look.

Meng Yuanji touched his head, stood up, and asked the little boy, where was his home and wanted to send him back. But when the little boy heard him, he turned around and ran away, still saying "Big Pig, Big Pig" in his mouth, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

Meng Yuanji called him twice?                                                                                                                            

Regardless of whether the Pig Demon is true, he has to go back and tell.

Turning around, he frowned and approached Tang Xin and A Yan: "What's wrong?"

A Yan already looked like he couldn't understand human words.

Tang Xin said: "What's wrong with this place."

The streets are bustling? Everyone looks ordinary. The sun is warm? The air is pleasant, and the smell of food is sweet and tempting? But it is wrong, there must be something wrong.

Otherwise? Ayan would not suddenly become like this.

Meng Yuanji stood in front of A Yan? Frowning, suddenly turned around and looked back.

Tang Xin's eyes sterned and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Meng Yuanji said "Nothing" and turned his back on his face? But his expression had become solemn: "Go back."

Ayan still moves?     The hot fire makes the air anxious.

Seeing this, Tang Xin whispered two words from his mouth, "Jialan."

Sure enough? When Ayan heard this, he woke up like a drunkard? He flew forward in a hurry.

That direction is exactly where they came? It still remembers the road, which means that consciousness has not completely collapsed.

Tang Xin and Meng Yuanji walked side by side.

Meng Yuanji's solemnity on his face did not fade away. A person who was always smiling? Suddenly he didn't laugh? More worrying than a person who always had a cold face but suddenly laughed.

Tang Xin speeded up.

Meng Yuanji's back was as straight as a long sword in the forging and cooling.

The gaze he felt had not disappeared.

No matter how far they walked or how fast they walked, the feeling of being stared at them is always there.

It's monsters, and malice.

His right hand, which was hanging beside him, was burning and painful.

The Meng family's ability to perceive demonic energy is inferior to each generation, and each one is inferior to each other. However, untrained, he is a genius in a sense.

His feelings are not wrong.

However, no matter how genius is, without any crafting, the genius is limited.

Although he was sure that something was looking at them, he couldn't be sure what that thing was and where he was at the moment.

All he knew was that those guys were not far away, and they were far from what they could deal with.

The oncoming crowd was like a tide full of eyes.

Meng Yuanji and Tang Xin were moving faster and faster in the endless stream of people.

In the distance, the boy holding the sugar cake showed a puzzled expression: "Tan Zhen, did that person see us?"

Tan Zhen raised his hand, gently wiped the candy stains from his mouth with his fingers, and whispered: "How could he see us as far away?"

Yuanxiao ate the sugar cake in his hand in three or two, frowned slightly and said, "But look at him, it's very strange, right?"

Tan Zhen nodded gently and agreed: "If you want to say strange, that's really strange."

Originally, he thought that his existence and Lantern Festival were the strangest things in the city.

But they rushed out in the blue ball and saw something even stranger.

The two men seemed to be able to see the blue fire just like them.

Kind people...will they look so calm when they see the monster?

And as soon as the fire moved, they also moved.

Tan Zhen raised his lips and suddenly laughed: "Lanxiao, do you still remember what A Xing said in his letter?"

Yuanxiao walked beside him and took out another handful of mulberries from somewhere.

The black and purple fruit dyed his fingers red.

While stuffing food into his mouth, he said, "I'm not a fool, how could I forget the letter I just read?"

Tan Zhen said, "Since you haven't forgotten, then when you see that person, don't you remember anything?"

"Who is that person?" Yuanxiao looked ahead from afar, and his lips were stained with mulberry juice.

Tan Zhen raised his right hand.

Yuanxiao suddenly realized and said, "Oh, that one."

He poured all the mulberries in his hand into his mouth.

Such a handful of hand fell into his mouth, but it seemed like he had entered a bottomless hole.

He didn't seem to chew it.

"I remembered it." Yuanxiao wiped his mouth a little with his sleeve, "A Xing's letter said that the demon-removing master Xiaoqi and the others met was wrapped in a bandage on his right hand."

Tan Zhen smiled and said, "That's right."

The scorching sun in Jiangcheng illuminated their faces.

Meng Yuanji in the crowd slowly sweated.

Tang Xin's face looked ugly: "Meng Liu."

“Have we just walked through this place?”
Chapter completed!