Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 70 The Coma Little Boy
The filthy wind of the scrapyard blew through her hair, exposing her snow-white skin, making her soft features stand out even more.

Mo Yu was not surprised by this.

The spiritual consciousness of the cultivator can easily pass through the opponent's helmet and see her true face.

As early as the moment she appeared.

Her spiritual sense has already checked the opponent up and down.

She is not very old.

It is similar to my body in this life, and should be only seventeen or eighteen years old.

This is also the reason why she chooses the other party with confidence.

She believed that a person with such clear and clean eyes would not be a bad person.

Mo Yu saw the blond girl take off her helmet.

I straightened my hair and adjusted my motorcycle suit.

He knocked lightly on the door.

At this time, an old white woman came out of the house.

She was wearing a coarse plaid scarf around her waist, and she was wearing a black nun's dress. The black veil on her head had been washed white.

Seeing the girl, her face was full of surprise.

"Dolly, you're back!"

Mo Yu's consciousness followed them into the townhouse.

It turned out to be a small shelter.

There are more than 15 children, younger than the crooked woman she met, probably under the age of [-].

Moreover, their bodies have more or less obvious external defects.

There is albinism, there is also polio, and all kinds of congenital and acquired physical deformities can be seen everywhere.

The small room is like a museum of freaks, gathering all the freaks in the city.

The lightest of these was a young boy with a cleft lip.

One can imagine how these people were treated when they were born.

will be accommodated here.

"Saami, how is little Sandy? Is he still awake?"

The blond girl named Dolly came in and asked.

The old woman dressed as a nun said with a worried expression.

"No, he's still in a coma, his whole body is feverish, and his body is scorchingly hot. I've been applying ice cubes for a day, and the temperature hasn't dropped."

Mo Yu followed the two to the deepest part of the room.

There was a little boy there, about eight or nine years old. Compared with other children here, he was rare in body and had no defects.

At this time, he was lying unconscious on the bed.

His face was pale, his forehead was sweating profusely, and his lips were chapped.

She seemed to be shivering from the cold, and her body curled up instinctively.

The temperature on his forehead was frighteningly high, and white mist even appeared on his exposed skin.

"The doctor has already come to see him, and he can't find anything wrong. He just prescribed some antipyretics. But it still doesn't help. What can I do if this goes on? Her sister is like that. Could it be that he also..."

The old nun showed a look of unbearable expression.

Speaking of the back, the voice couldn't help but choke.

"How did this happen? Did he eat something unclean?"

The blond girl touched the boy's forehead and body.

With a worried look on his face, he said.

"No, those children kindly sent over the food they were reluctant to eat. I cleaned it all. Everyone grew up eating these things. How could they suddenly eat up their stomachs?"

The girl frowned and said, "A new chemical treatment plant has opened nearby. Is it because they discharged the waste water here?"

The old woman was extremely anxious when she heard the words, "Then what should I do, will the other children be okay?"

"Saami, don't worry yet,"

"I will investigate this matter. However, I will wait until I come back tomorrow."

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(End of this chapter)