In this way, Qianmo Qingcheng and Yun Luoxue had a meaningful meal.
After dinner, Yun Luoxue discussed with Qianmo Qingcheng to learn about the current situation in Feicheng City.
The information I got was accurate, but it was still better than checking it myself.
Besides, there are still a few hours until dark, so there is nothing to do.
Yun Luoxue, Qian Mo Qingcheng and Bing then headed to the north of Feicheng.
I heard that the vast majority of people in the north of Feicheng fell into the so-called telepathy and went crazy.
At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them walked to the north of Feicheng on foot.
Upon entering, the appearance is completely different from the central stage.
Crazy people can be seen everywhere on the streets in the northern half. Qianmo Qingcheng frowned and looked at the crazy people in front of her.
Yun Luoxue already knew the situation here from the news she received, but when she actually saw everything in front of her, she was still a little shocked.
The original ordinary people were either sitting on both sides of the street and laughing, or standing and dancing unknown dances.
Elderly people in their fifties and sixties danced like children and sang children's songs, while children aged seven or eight were indifferent and indifferent to ordinary people, biting almost everyone they met.
Or lie on all fours on the ground and learn the sounds of various animals.
The middle-aged woman hugged the big pieces of wood as if coaxing her beloved child to sleep.
If passing businessmen or tourists come to Feicheng and don't come to the north of Feicheng, they will definitely think Feicheng is a relatively stable, peaceful and prosperous small capital when they look at the scene on the central street.
But who would have expected that behind the prosperity there would be so much suffering.
There seemed to be as many as five or six hundred people lying on their backs on the street.
The dilapidated streets are in a state of disrepair, with loads, baskets, and stalls all in a mess.
From the looks of it, the first impression is that this place has been looted.
Qianmo Qingcheng looked at everything in front of her with a gloomy expression, her expression was indescribably cold and piercing.
"Child, child..."
Suddenly, a cry came from the other side of the street.
Yun Luoxue and Qian Mo Qingcheng looked at each other and both headed towards the place where the sound originated.
I saw a normal woman holding a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy tightly and crying.
The little boy looked dull, and all the expression on his face was replaced by fear.
It was as if he had seen a terrifying ghost.
The little boy had scratched several holes in his clothes, and his face was pale and he didn't want to face anyone.
He was curled up in a corner of the street, his lips trembling as he uttered some vague words: "No, don't pry into my mind.
I. I have not made any mistakes. I have beaten up the neighbor’s fat boy before. I have not stolen anything. No..."
Obviously, the little boy was telling what happened to him.
A child of twelve or thirteen years old, being peered into his inner world, made himself bear all the mistakes he had made unintentionally, and made himself accept the things he was most afraid of.
Such a thing, let alone a twelve-year-old child cannot bear it, even if it is placed on an adult, it probably requires a strong psychology to bear it.
What's more, it appears suddenly.
"Child, don't be like this...don't be like this..."
Although the middle-aged woman hugged the little boy tightly, she was still unable to withstand the strength of the little boy.
He has to squat in the corner and hide.
Holding his head in his hands, he murmured lowly and looked at the ground in confusion.
Definitely don't want anyone to get close to him.
"Oh my God, why did a good city become like this, why did my child become like this.