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The girl's cheeks were also stained with blood and dust, but she still looked as beautiful as an angel who had fallen to the earth.

Shang Huayang dug out a hand, but he didn't dare to use a shovel to dig afterwards, for fear that the person did not die at the hands of the monster or in the collapsed house, but died at their hands instead. That would be too unfair!

Digging by hand.

Suddenly seeing such a cute little girl, they were both stunned. Adults will always involuntarily be more tolerant and loving towards children, even though they are not very old.

After carefully checking his breathing and pulse, Shang Huachuan breathed a sigh of relief:

"Live."

"This...what should I do?"

Shang Huayang looked at the child lying unconscious on the ground with a bit more pity in his eyes. The girl's family members were all... in great danger.

She was the only one left alive, and I don't know whether she will accept it when she wakes up.

"Don't tell me... you still want to support her? You can't even support yourselves!"

Shang Huayang was choked by these words. He was not like that, he didn't, he didn't think that way.

He and his younger brother Shang Huachuan had very little savings left, so fortunately there was a cafeteria at school, and with Zhong Muming's place, he would not let them go hungry.

Just go home and get what you need.

Having no money doesn't get in the way of anything.

At most, I can’t buy the games I like, or read the novels I like.

Don't worry about eating and drinking.

Raising a baby is very expensive. They have seen with their own eyes that raising a girl requires even more money. Therefore, Shang Huayang has never thought about raising a little girl.

"I didn't think so. I just felt pity for her. She was so young, but her family was destroyed. Oh, no, it was the city that was destroyed.

Sir, how are you going to place her?"

Zhong Muming raised his eyes and glanced around: "What else can we do? Send him to the nearest city."

If he hadn't figured out that the girl had some connection with him, he wouldn't have cared.

As a ghost messenger, he saw a lot of dead people, died in various ways, including being hit by cars, crushed to death by mudslides, and drowning in rivers.

He is just a ghost messenger, and saving people has nothing to do with him.

After these people died, it did have something to do with him.

Shang Huachuan was also very calm:

"This girl's language and customs are very different from ours. This is her country, and there are people with the same hair and skin color as her."

Besides, the way they got here cannot be known to outsiders.

"Hmm~"

The girl slowly opened her sky-blue eyes, which were like gemstones, shining brightly.

"You, are you here to pick me up... angels or demons? It's a little different from what I imagined."

Shang Huayang was stunned by this long string of English words, and there was clear stupidity in his eyes.

Shang Huachuan could understand it. During his last night tour, he realized that his grasp of foreign languages ​​was a little weak, so he put some effort into studying.

Now, not only can I listen, I can also speak.

After glancing at Zhong Muming and seeing that he had no interest in speaking, Shang Huayang stepped forward and answered:

"Were we supposed to be considered demons?"

There was some uncertainty in his tone, but it was definitely not an angel.

The uncertainty in the girl's tone probably came from the fact that she didn't expect the angels and demons to be Chinese with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin.

Rather than looking similar to them.

"Well, well, you're not dead yet."

After receiving the gaze from Shang Huayang on the side, Shang Huayang had no choice but to act as a translator.

"Oh my god, I'm not dead? Then who are you?"

The girl realized belatedly that she was not dead. So where did these people in front of her come from and why did they come here?

I saw a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye and rushed over:

"Oh, Grandpa Andrew, is that you? I'm so scared, wuwuwu..."

The girl also saw the destroyed city. Her familiar home was completely destroyed and she didn't even see a familiar figure.

Sister Vivian, Aunt Mary, Uncle Tom, Uncle Ariel...

The house they lived in collapsed and there was blood on the ground.

Lucy, who was trying hard not to cry, had actually reached her limit and might collapse at any time. She was still a child, only eight years old, and grew up in the love of her family. Pampered was the most true portrayal of her.

Her beautiful skirt and cute little leather shoes were covered with dust, which made Lucy, who always loved cleanliness, feel a little uncomfortable.

But she knew that the stranger in front of her was not her relative. He would not be nice to her just because of a word she said, nor would he treat her with all his heart, nor would he laugh at her because of her coquettishness.

Until she saw the figure of a familiar person, the tears she had been holding back burst out and she cried sadly in a low voice. She still had some rationality and knew that she couldn't cry loudly, or it might attract terrible monsters.

After crying for a long time, Grandpa Andrew didn't react at all. This was really abnormal. In the past, Grandpa Andrew would stroke her head, gently ask her what was wrong, wipe away her tears, and buy her all kinds of delicious food.

Lucy raised her head with tearful eyes and found that Grandpa Andrew was motionless and his body was ice-cold.

Very similar... very similar to her grandmother. Grandpa once said that her grandmother went to heaven and turned into a star, and would bless her.

If grandpa lies, he will lie to children. Even children will not believe such words. She knows that grandma is dead.

She sneaked in to look and touched it. She didn't do it on purpose. She just wanted to tell her grandmother about the troubles in her heart.

Panic struck her heart, and Lucy reached out her trembling hand to touch Grandpa Andrew. The touch made her feel like she was falling into a deep cave.

“Grandpa Andrew…”

His lips trembled several times and tears fell down in big drops, blurring his face.

Shang Huayang and Shang Huachuan felt a little distressed when they saw this scene.

Zhong Muming was already getting a little impatient. He still had a lot of souls to collect and he had wasted long enough.

Shang Huachuan noticed this scene, and without caring about the girl's sadness, he quickly stepped forward to ask, of course, he did not forget to use English:

"Do you have relatives in other cities? As you can see, you are the only living person in this city. We have other things to do and cannot stay here forever. If not, we will send you to the nearest city when we leave. Please consider it."

After saying that, he reluctantly took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms and stuffed it into her hands. Then, he pulled Shang Huayang, who was standing stupidly beside him, and followed Zhong Muming, who had already walked a little further away.

If there is danger, the talisman paper can help us resist for a while. With Zhong Muming's ability, he should know it.

As for whether Zhong Muming would rescue her, Shang Huachuan tended to think that he would. Although they were the ones who dug the little girl out, without Zhong Muming, they would not know the girl's location.