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The morning sun crawls to the window sill, like an invisible hand touching An Le's eyelids.

An Le slowly opened his eyes, his pupils still a little confused.

Since he escaped from that place, it was the first time he had endured this level of suffering.

Facts have proved that it is very cool to ask a "god" to fight for you, but the sequelae are not something ordinary people can bear.

An Le sat up covering her head, and picked up a piece of white fabric with four openings.

Holding it in her hands, An Le was stunned for a while, unable to remember what this cloth was.

It took him a while to realize that it was the T-shirt he took off last night.

Looking aside, there is a square wooden thing with protrusions.

After hesitating for a moment, An Le remembered - this is the door of his room.

This is probably the aftermath of the "Gestalt collapse".

Its performance is characterized by the ability to observe the shape, color, and even material of things, but it cannot be linked with the existence in memory.

Even though this would not have a particularly serious impact on An Le, it was very uncomfortable as if a thorn had been stuck in his throat.

An Le glanced at the eye panel by the way.

I don't know when the text of [filthy sanity +2!] flashed.

【Filth Sanity: 8】

But think about it, this time the filthy reason does not come from the outside, but from the well-being itself.

After discovering this, An Le was a little bit dumbfounded.

I can only comfort myself-this can be regarded as a surprise!

An Le walked out of the room, just in time to meet the old dean.

"Dean, good morning."

The old dean responded with a smile: "Good morning."

The old dean's cloudy eyes fell on An Le's body, and a strange look flashed in his eyes—his aura became stronger again?

He glanced at An Le's pale complexion again, and finally spoke.

"You don't have to be too impatient, any convenient source of power will have to pay a price."

"With me here, they dare not really do anything to the orphanage."

"The foul blood beast itself is full of filth, and its side effects are greater than you can imagine."

An Le narrowed his eyes and was about to ask a question when the old dean waved his hand and turned to leave.

Obviously unwilling to talk about it.

This old dean really hides a lot of secrets.

An Lexin thought.

But he seems to have misunderstood something?

In the opinion of the old dean, the power of Anle comes from the foul blood beast?

This is the first time Anle has heard of this statement.

That ugly, deformed creature can turn ordinary people into superhumans?

The old dean's misunderstanding is not unreasonable.

On the one hand, An Le's supernatural ability is unclear;

On the other hand, the corpses of the foul blood beasts brought back have been enjoyed by the tentacles long ago.

Coupled with An Le's listless demeanor, it was naturally very suspicious in the eyes of the old dean.

*****

Go out to the yard.

The sky was gloomy, with gray clouds hanging over the sky, and it seemed that it might rain at any moment.

In this humid air, An Le once again smelled a bad smell.

He looked towards the gate of the yard. The wooden gate was full of cracks and crumbling.

When I walked out the door, I saw more garbage was piled there.

On the wall outside the courtyard, scarlet blood words were even smeared——

【die! 】

【die! die! die! die! 】

Large and small "death" characters are spread all over the wall, hideous and ugly, sprayed with pungent-smelling paint.

besides.

It was a pale arm.

At some point, he was thrown into the courtyard and lay quietly on the ground.

The stubble pierced the flesh, and the dark red blood had already coagulated.

And from the shape of this arm, and the unique birthmark on it, it is not difficult to recognize——

It belonged to a care worker who escaped from the orphanage.

Most of the children in the small courtyard were terrified.

Compared with the flowers growing in the greenhouse, the children in the orphanage are more precocious and understand many cruel realities early.

But such an intuitively broken flesh and blood is still too early for them.

The older children, like Lingxi and Xiaopangdun, all realized that this time the orphanage might have caused quite terrible trouble.

Qu Lin's face was pale and she trembled slightly.

I wanted to say something to comfort them, but I couldn't say the last word.

Hu Yun tried her best to maintain lively and optimistic: "Don't be afraid, everyone calm down."

But that reluctance can be seen through at a glance.

The youngest toddler, Xiaoling, was well protected and did not see the arm.

Xiaoling looked blankly at her brothers and sisters, and couldn't help crying "Wow" just because of the atmosphere.

"Xiao Ling, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Hu Yun hugged the little girl and comforted her softly.

The entire orphanage seemed to be shrouded in a low layer of mist.

And this is exactly the purpose of the Black Blood Gang.

An Le can now guess that the old dean is most likely also a transcendent, and his strength is even higher than him.

This made the Black Blood Gang dare not directly attack the orphanage.

Then he could only use this method to intimidate the people in the orphanage, demoralize them, and finally make the dean take the initiative to subdue them.

So far, their approach appears to be working.

If this continues, within two or three days, the children will be left with a lifelong psychological shadow.

‘You can’t sit still. '

An Le thought.

*****

After comforting the children a little, An Le put on her backpack and set off again.

Hu Yun hesitated to speak.

She wanted to persuade An Le not to go out again.

This part of the arm made Hu Yun realize that the threat of the Black Blood Gang was close at hand, and the cruelty of its methods was far beyond her imagination.

But Hu Yun knew that An Le's decision was not something she could change.

So he could only silently watch An Le's back go away, and the fox's ears drooped.

Just a few steps out of the orphanage, An Le noticed a few unkind eyes, hiding in the corner of the slum.

It's just that An Le didn't quickly throw off their stalking like yesterday.

Instead, slow down and keep it at a level where it takes a little effort for the other party to keep up.

'Come on, come on'

Uncontrollably, the corners of An Le's mouth turned up again.

'I should be a little nervous now! '

‘There is still some fear, some panic. '

He rubbed his cheeks with his hands to flatten his smile, revealing a little uneasiness and vigilance.

The expression is just right, if it is too much, it will be exaggerated, if it is missing, it will not be enough.

If there is a mirror here, An Le will definitely admire inwardly - perfect!

Not long after.

An Le came to the edge of the deserted city.

Just at this moment, raindrops fell from the sky and hit his cheek.

It's raining.

And behind An Le, there are ten blood breaths surrounding him!

There are two or three that are very familiar.

If An Le admitted correctly, it was Butch and his younger brother yesterday.

It is worth mentioning that there is a breath of blood in it, which is a bit special.

Both decayed and fresh.

They are obviously two completely different characteristics, but they blend together without distinguishing each other.

It feels as if it should have died a long time ago, but under the action of some strange force, it continues to maintain life.

Just like one.

Blood Beast?