Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

It was only about two square feet, and it was pitch black.

It was filled with all kinds of junk.

The air is also oppressive and depressing.

This is a storage room that is not often opened.

"Woooooooo-"

A slight whimper and sob sounded in the storage room.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, but did not expect that there would be people in such a small place.

He looked towards where the sound came from.

only see,

A young and young figure was hugging his knees and leaning against the corner of the wall.

Head bowed, resting on his arm.

blah blah blah-

Tears, like broken crystals, slipped down from the sockets and dripped onto the ground.

But this young figure seemed to have some concerns and did not dare to cry too loudly.

He just lowered his head, alone, in this cramped small storage room, sobbing softly.

Like a young helpless beast licking its wounds in the dark.

a little boy!

It's the real ghost!

Is it,

Is this the closed space of the little boy's consciousness?

Ye Fan thought to himself.

For his conscious body, dark vision is just an idle method.

Ye Fan clearly saw that the little boy had many bruises and scars on his body, just like when he had just seen it before.

Some are purplish new injuries.

Some are old wounds that have begun to turn blue and black.

It seemed to be whipped out by something like a stick.

and,

Ye Fan also saw purple palm prints and bruises on the little boy's face.

It was astonishingly slapped with a heavy slap.

Ye Fan's eyes were cold, and resentment filled his heart again.

After all, who is the scumbag, who actually allowed seven or eight-year-old children to suffer such treatment! !

He looked at the little boy with pity and distress in his heart.

Ye Fan suppressed the anger in his heart, squatted down, and said softly, "Can you see me?"

no respond.

At this time,

Ye Fan suddenly felt as if there was a thin film around it, and it burst open, allowing him to hear the sound outside.

A rough man's voice came in, constantly burping.

"Hiccup, stinky... stinky motherfucker, what the heck, Lao Tzu... Lao Tzu is working hard outside, you say!"

"Gulugulu——" The man seemed to take a sip of wine.

"You said, you... you have been staying at home, have you... been looking for a wild man?"

"Special!!"

Snapped--

A crisp slap sounded immediately.

"what--"

The woman's scream, helpless and vulnerable.

bang, bang-

bang——

bang——

A series of furniture falling to the ground sounded.

Domestic violence outside?

It seems that the boy's injury was also hit by this man!

Ye Fan's heart was full of anger.

He released his mental power and found that he could sense the situation outside.

This is an old house with about 60 square meters, two generations, one living room and one bathroom.

The living room is also in the dining room, and it seems that dinner is being eaten.

There are bowls and chopsticks on the table, simple meals, and five bottles of beer.

Three of the bottles were finished.

There are still two unopened bottles.

Half of the bottle was not finished, and it was being held in the hands of a man, swaying around, raising his head from time to time to take a sip.

This is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a face full of flesh and a shaggy beard.