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The pink electric scooter bumped along the winding dirt road for nearly half an hour.

We finally stopped in front of a chaotic area of ​​bungalows.

This place is even more dilapidated than the old city of Fengdu.

Everywhere there were illegally constructed tin sheds, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of sewage mixed with fermenting garbage.

Most of the streetlights were broken, and it was pitch black.

The group got out of the car and took a deep breath of the air, which had a unique flavor of urban villages.

Er Lengzi sneezed loudly, even covering his mouth.

"This flavor is so addictive."

Yang Guang ignored it, tucked the shattered delivery box under his arm, and followed the delivery guy's ghost into the depths of the alley.

The further you go in, the narrower the path becomes, until there's almost nowhere left to stand.

At last.

The ghost of the food delivery driver stopped in front of a low-ceilinged rental house.

The house didn't even have a proper security door; it was just a door pieced together from a few broken planks.

A piece of window glass was broken and patched up with newspaper.

at this time.

Right on the steps outside this broken wooden door.

There was someone squatting by the door, their big, watery eyes staring at the dark alleyway.

The little girl was wearing a set of faded, old clothes and a pair of ill-fitting plastic sandals.

She curled up into a small ball.

When the night wind blew, she hugged her knees tightly, looking very pitiful.

Upon seeing this scene, Chu Sheng's usual carefree and jovial demeanor vanished.

He touched his bald head and couldn't help but whisper a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha Buddha, well said, well said."

"The suffering in this world always seems to have a way of tormenting those who are helpless and miserable."

Even Jia Youcai, the old swindler who usually spouts nonsense, couldn't help but twitch his face.

He turned his head away, rubbed his eyes with the back of his calloused hand, and pretended to look at the moon in the sky.

"Damn it, where did this strong wind come from in the middle of the night?"

"They blew sand into my eyes."

Yang Guang and the others never expected that this old swindler would have such a soft side.

Er Lengzi stopped barking and obediently squatted at Jia Youcai's feet, making low whimpering sounds.

The ghost of the food delivery driver lingered around Yang Guang.

The moment he saw his daughter squatting alone at the door, his entire soul trembled violently.

The spirits have no physical form, but their heart-wrenching grief transforms into glistening ghost tears.

It fell down with a pattering sound.

Normally, this would be a sure-fire way to make money, like dealing with the tears of the dead.

Yang Guang, who was incredibly stingy, was overjoyed.

He quickly took out the jade bottle to collect the ghost tears.

One drop costs 100,000!

If you collect ten drops to make a ghost pearl, that'll be a whole million!

You'll have both the money for a wife and the merit to pay off your debts!

However, in this situation, Yang Guang looked at the little girl's thin back and then at the delivery guy next to her who was crying so hard he couldn't straighten up.

His hand reached into the jade bottle in his school uniform pocket, but he couldn't get it out.

He really couldn't do it.

I may love money more than anything, but I'm not a heartless, cold-blooded animal!

If you earn money tainted by blood and despair, you'll probably be cursed out by your grandfather in your dreams every night!

Yang Guang took a deep breath and pulled his hand out of his pocket.

He sighed and strode over to the little girl.

Slowly squat down, trying to make your usually irritating face look a little more amiable.

He reached out and gently touched the little girl's fluffy head.

The little girl was startled and shrank back like a frightened rabbit.

She hugged her knees tightly with both hands, looking at Yang Guang and the odd group behind him with a wary expression.

"Who are you?"

The little girl's voice was timid, with a thick nasal tone, and her eyes were red.

She had obviously been crying secretly just now.

Yang Guang forced out what he thought was a warm smile: "Brother, your father sent me to pick you up."

He softened his tone and told a white lie: "Your father got a big order and has something very important to do. He went to a very, very far place."

"It may be a very, very long time before I can come back."

"So your father asked your brother to come and see you, and to give you his errand fee."

Upon hearing this...

The little girl stared blankly at Yang Guang.

There was no surprise in those clear, big eyes that a child should have.

Instead, a hint of sadness flashed across her face, completely out of character for her age.

The little girl bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes instantly.

She stared intently at Yang Guang, then suddenly asked in confusion, "Is Dad dead?"

As soon as those words were spoken...

The entire alley fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

You can hear even their breathing clearly.

Yang Guang was stunned and opened his mouth.

His usually sharp tongue, which was always ready to argue with anyone, suddenly gave him a hard time!

Jia Youcai panicked and quickly stepped forward, saying, "Oh, child, don't think such things. Your father really has gone to work far away to make a lot of money!"

"Old man, I'm an incredibly accurate fortune teller! Your father has a good face; he's destined for great fortune and a long life!"

The little girl stubbornly shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

You can't fool me.

"My dad goes out to deliver food every night. No matter how late it is, he always comes back to see me before midnight and brings me a bottle of hot milk."

"But he didn't come back today, and I've been feeling really anxious."

"And I just fell asleep leaning against the door frame, and I dreamed about my dad."

The little girl sobbed, pointing to the location of the delivery guy's ghost in mid-air, a spot visible only to Yang Guang and his friends.

"In my dream, my father was covered in blood and told me to be a good boy, saying that he couldn't be there to watch me grow up anymore."

"Dad is dead, isn't he?"

Yang Guang felt as if his throat was stuffed with cotton, making him feel suffocated.

Damn it!

I'm not taking this tear gas, okay?

This is a hundred times more unpleasant than facing that disgusting hairless zombie!

Who would have thought that a little kid who is only a few years old could say such desperate words in such a calm tone?

Yang Guang opened his mouth, suppressing the bitterness in his heart, and couldn't help but ask softly, "What are you thinking about in the middle of the night, you little brat?"

Why do you say that?

The little girl looked up at Yang Guang with her clear, big eyes, and finally couldn't hold back her tears, which slid down her dirty little face.

"That's what my father told me when my mother left."

"Dad said Mom turned into a star and went to a very, very far place."

The little girl stretched out her thin little finger and pointed to the dark night sky.

"Dad also said that Mom has always been by my side, but she has become a star to protect me."

"He told me that every night, whenever he misses his mother, he looks up at the sky."

"The brightest star is my mother watching over me."