‘I hope that when my recharge ends, the few people over there can hold on.’

‘In addition, in order to prevent the source from being solved, the black ship will go to the next destination. I cannot completely solve the source of Huangsong Island, so I have to leave some roots so that I can continue to reach there in the future.’

Yu Hong made a decision in his heart.

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Huangsongdao.

At night, the sea breeze roared, dark clouds were covered with thunder, and rumbling sounded.

In a two-story abandoned shop by the sea.

Gao Wensong whispered that the four of them returned to their own room and slept in the tent to rest.

rumble

Thunder rolled outside.

Zhao Sisi turned on the charging night light in the tent, and the yellow warm light illuminated the small tent.

She took off her coat, pants, drank some water, and was about to get into her sleeping bag to rest.

Suddenly she touched her left wrist.

"Wait! Where is my bracelet?"

Zhao Sisi was stunned. She finally saved money to buy a gold bracelet a while ago. She was still there on the way back, but now she disappeared.

"Can you fall to Xiaoyu?" She quickly got up and unzipped the tent.

Outside is a dirty and dark bedroom covered with spider webs.

There is a photo of a pair of people with cracks hanging on the wall. It is a beautiful and cute girl with a pair of ponytails holding a fat man in her teens glasses.

The girl smiled sunny and happy, and the little fat man shy and cute. She wanted to hold the girl's shoulder with one hand, but because she was too short, she could only put it on her back.

The two of them are tall and the other is short, with a strong contrast, which makes people remember this photo at once.

"Is this house just the home of the mentally ill fat man?" Zhao Sisi frowned. Without thinking too much, she looked out the window. The street outside was dark, and the sea breeze blew the weeds on the ground and kept swaying and tilting.

These weeds that grow between the stone slabs can be seen everywhere, and are blown by the wind, making a whirring sound.

And just as she looked out, under the window she couldn't see.

A fat little man with a grey and dirty body was squatting by the wall, lowering his head, and tinking something with his hands.

The height of the little fat man sitting was just lower than the windowsill. He could not see it without sticking his head out of the window.

He faced the wall, and the skin exposed on his neck and the side of his face was pale like lime.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!