After the real daughter came back, the whole family was so angry that they were jumping up and down

Chapter 59 59 Don’t laugh

Passing through the mountains of garbage, Mian Yao saw a very large tin house.

The thick smoke coming out of the house smelled worse than the garbage mountain outside.

The door was rusty and ajar, and opened with a slight push.

In the iron house, there are twenty or thirty incinerators lined up, each with a raging fire burning inside.

The indoor temperature is high enough to steam a sauna and grill a barbecue out of thin air.

Unaffected by the temperature, the cotton-padded jacket ran in and rummaged through the pile of debris in front of the incinerator.

Find a severed leg and a severed arm.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"

An old, hoarse, sinister voice sounded from behind the cotton-padded jacket.

The cotton-padded jacket turned around and shook the severed limb in his hand: "Looking for my grandson."

These all belong to Luo Fuxu, and there are many others' belongings next to them. I don't want any cotton-padded jackets.

The person who came was an old man with a hunchback. Half of his face was old and thin, and half of his face was burned beyond recognition and lost his human shape.

My eyes and nose were all sticky in one place, it was very scary.

The old man only has one eye that can see things, but when he looks at people, this eye is particularly cold, like the eyes of a poisonous snake, which makes people's whole bodies tremble.

Ignoring the severed limb in the cotton-padded jacket's hand, his eyes stayed on her childish and ignorant face, and he suddenly laughed sadly.

"What a good skin."

"Boom..."

Xiaoyaozi retracted his fist, with an innocent look on his face.

The eerie atmosphere created by the old man immediately dissipated, leaving only the embarrassment in the air.

He covered his eyes in disbelief and gritted his teeth in pain.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd been beaten like this.

"Damn little..."

"Boom..."

"You really deserve..."

"Boom..."

"You should..."

"Boom..."

"you……"

"Boom..."

"Boom bang bang..."

The unlucky man watching the fun nearby covered his face tightly, it hurt.

The old man was so angry that he couldn't even speak. Why did he still fight?
Endless beatings.

unacceptable.

"enough……"

The old man roared in frustration, and the hunchback on his back exploded instantly, shooting out countless black, small, smelly, and ugly bugs, which densely packed towards the cotton-padded jacket.

Cotton-padded jackets don't like small bugs, especially bugs that are small, numerous, and very dense. They will run away in fear.

He ran around the incinerator, holding Luo Fuxu's severed limb in his hand.

The little fried hair was flying with it, its expression was extremely serious, and its two short legs were flying very fast, which looked a bit funny.

The unlucky guy was also startled and almost ran away with him.

After thinking that he was a ghost and bugs couldn't do anything to him, he suddenly felt calm.

Silently pray for mankind.

The old man touched his bruised and swollen face, and the depression in his heart finally dissipated.

He smiled sadly: "It's really damn..."

"Boom..."

The old man spat out his bloody teeth, looked at the little girl who was chased by the bugs in disbelief, and asked angrily: "Why can you still hit me?"

Feeling aggrieved, Mian Yao ran around the incinerator and took the time to reply: "I won't hit the old man, but don't laugh. If you smile, I will hit you."

"I can't help it at all. It's not good to hit an old man."

Her principles were broken, and Xiao Yuanzi was very depressed.

The old man was furious. He felt that the little girl was mocking him and provoking him. He roared ferociously: "Swallow her, swallow her."

The bug suddenly felt as if it had been beaten to death, bared its teeth at the cotton-padded jacket, and chased him even more crazily.

The unlucky ghost was so frightened that it scurried up to the old man's back. It was so scary that even though the bug couldn't touch him, he felt his scalp numb.

The old man could see the unfortunate ghost and roared in disgust when he saw it approaching him.

"Unlucky thing, get away from me."

Unlucky guy...no.

He opened his arms and jumped directly on the old man.

The old man was so angry that he opened his mouth to curse and bit his tongue.

He waved the talisman and hit it on the stove, burning off a large piece of flesh.

Can't be provoked, can't he hide?

When he turned around to leave, he stumbled over his front foot and fell to pieces.

The old man smashed the ground angrily, damn the unlucky guy, he was incompatible with it.

The unlucky man laughed so hard that he was punched by the cotton-padded jacket.

unlucky...

"why did you hit me?"

Cotton-padded jacket innocent: "I'm just comfortable."

It was the unlucky ghost's turn to smash the ground angrily. It really, really hated this human being.

The old man's eyes were filled with fierceness and he gave the cotton jacket a sinister look.

He raised his hand and cut the palm of his hand, and the dark and smelly blood fell to the ground along the palm.

The old man drew the talisman with blood.

The runes with a sinister aura quickly took shape, and the resentment floating over the entire garbage dump began to stir.

As the runes took shape, they swirled in the air faster and faster, eventually forming a huge swallowing vortex, absorbing everything around them.

The small body of the little black insect was the first to be hit, like a large cloud of dust being sucked away by a vacuum cleaner, leaving no fixed traces.

The cotton-padded jacket stopped, raised his little head, and looked at the whirlpool in confusion.

Outside the garbage dump, Zhao Guoyan frowned: "Why is the wind blowing?" The wind blew up strangely, without any sign or direction, as if it was falling straight from the top of the head.

Si Ming saw that this was not the wind, but someone driving resentment.

He glanced behind him and saw no cotton-padded jacket, so he felt bad: "It's too late, just rush in. Captain Zhao, you need to find someone quickly."

Zhao Guoyan also noticed that something was wrong and asked his two subordinates to look for people. He followed Siming and rushed into the garbage dump.

In the iron house, the unlucky ghost scratched everywhere in fear, trying to stabilize his soul body, but it was too late.

The huge suction force sucked it to high altitude, and it went into the vortex uncontrollably.

The unlucky ghost screamed: "Human, save me, save me quickly, I'm about to be eaten."

The dazed cotton-padded jacket suddenly became excited, his eyes quickly turned red, and his evil aura surged: "Don't steal my delicious food."

He punched the old man.

The old man felt like a mountain was rushing over him, and the strong wind caused pain like tearing his skin and flesh.

He quickly shot out a rune and hit the cotton-padded jacket directly.

Before the rune could reach him, it was broken by the evil spirit of the cotton-padded jacket.

The old man's face turned pale with shock, he turned around and ran away.

The cotton-padded jacket's fist quickly approached and hit the old man's back vest.

"puff……"

Three feet of blood spattered.

The old man knocked over an incinerator.

The fire sputtered, and a fire was coming.

But the sparks were sucked away by the swirling resentment, and a disaster was avoided.

The old man lost half his life, twitching on the ground, his face twisted in pain, as if he was about to die.

Cotton Jacket punched again, aiming for a headshot.

Si Ming rushed over and shouted: "Girl, please save his life."

The cotton-padded jacket's movement stopped instantly, as smoothly as pressing the pause button.

She now listens to Siming's words more and more instinctively.

But the red light in his eyes has not dissipated, because the unlucky guy was sucked into the whirlpool of resentment.

It's hers, no one can take it away.

The vortex was still swallowing wildly, and Siming had to grab something next to him to stabilize his body.

The cotton-padded jacket is like a big mountain, a thin and small mass, just standing at the mouth of the whirlpool, towering and motionless.

He roared at the whirlpool of resentment: "Let me go."

"boom……"

The invisible force shot out like a stormy wave, and the vortex was instantly defeated and quickly dissipated.

Over the gray garbage dump, it was as if the sky had cleared up after the rain. The haze had dispersed, and the sky was clear with blue sky and white clouds.

The things that were rolled up fell to the ground with a crash, and the scene was a mess.

(End of this chapter)