The morning sun crawled to the windowsill like an invisible hand, pulling the happy eyelids.

Anle slowly opened her eyes, her pupils were still a little confused.

This is the first time he has endured this level of suffering since he escaped from that place.

Facts have proved that it is very pleasant to ask "God" to fight, but this sequelae is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Anle sat up with her head covered and picked up a piece of white fabric with four openings.

After pinching it in his hand, Anle was stunned for a while, and couldn't remember what the fabric was.

It took some time before he recognized that this was the T-shirt he took off last night.

Looking at the side, there was a square-shaped wooden thing with protruding things.

After hesitating for a moment, Anle remembered that this was the door to his room.

This is probably the sequelae of "gestinct collapse".

Its manifestation is that it can observe the shape, color, and even materials of things, but it cannot connect them with the existence in memory.

Even though this will not have an extra serious impact on Anle, it is like a thorn stuck in your throat, which is very uncomfortable.

Anle looked at the panel.

I don’t know when the text of [Defiled Reason 2!] flashed through.

【Defiled and sanity: 8】

But I think this time, the filthy reason does not come from the outside, but from the peace itself.

After discovering this, Anle was quite amused and crying.

I can only comfort myself - this is also an unexpected surprise!

Anle walked out of the room and happened to meet the old dean.

"Good morning, Dean."

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

The old dean's turbid eyes fell on Anle's body, and a strange look flashed in his eyes - his breath became stronger again?

He swept Anle's pale face again and finally spoke.

"You don't have to be too anxious. Any convenient source of power will have to pay the price."

"With me here, they dare not really attack the orphanage."

"The dirty blood beast itself is full of filth, and its side effects are even greater than you think."

Anle narrowed her eyes and was about to ask questions, the old dean waved his hand and turned around and left.

Obviously I don't want to talk more.

This old dean really has many secrets...

Thoughts at peace.

But he seemed to have misunderstood something?

In the eyes of the old dean, the power of peace comes from the dirty blood beast?

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

That kind of ugly, distorted creature can actually turn ordinary people into extraordinary people?

The old dean’s misunderstanding is not unreasonable.

On the one hand, Anle’s extraordinary ability comes in vain;

On the other hand, the corpse of the dirty blood beast brought back had long been enjoyed by the tentacles.

In addition, Anle's mentally depressed expression is naturally very suspicious in the eyes of the old dean.

*******

Walk to the yard.

The sky was gloomy and gray clouds shrouded on the sky, as if it might rain at any time.

In this humid air, Anle smelled a stinking smell again.

He looked at the door of the yard, and the wooden door was covered with cracks and was shaking.

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

On the wall outside the yard, scarlet blood words were even applied—

【die!】

【Die! Death! Death! Death! Death!】

The words "death" of all sizes are spread outside the wall, hideous and ugly, sprayed with pigments full of stimulating smells.

besides.

It's a pale arm.

I was thrown into the yard and lay quietly on the ground.

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

And the shape of the arm and the unique birthmark on it are not difficult to recognize—

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

Most of the children in the yard were scared.

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

But it is still too early for them to break such intuitively.

Older children, such as Lingxi and Xiaopangdun, realized that this time the orphanage might have caused quite terrible trouble.

Qu Lin's face turned pale and her whole body trembled slightly.

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

Hu Yun tried hard to maintain her liveliness and optimism: "Don't be afraid, everyone calm down."

But that kind of force can be seen through at a glance.

Xiaoling, the youngest child, was well protected and did not see that piece of arm.

Xiaoling looked at her brothers and sisters blankly. Just being infected by the atmosphere, she couldn't help but cry "wow".

"Xiaoling, don't be afraid."

Hu Yun hugged the little girl and comforted her softly.

The entire orphanage was as if it was covered by a low layer of mist.

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

Anle can guess now that the old dean is very likely to be an extraordinary person, and his strength is even higher than his.

This made the Black Blood Gang dare not launch a strong attack on the orphanage directly.

Then we can only use this method to intimidate the people in the orphanage, disintegrate morale, and finally let the dean take the initiative to surrender.

Now it seems that their approach is very successful.

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

‘You can’t sit still and wait for death.’

Thinking peacefully.

*******

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

Hu Yun wanted to speak but stopped.

She wanted to persuade Anle not to go out again.

This piece of arms 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 also knew that Anle’s decision was not something she could change.

So I could only watch Anle's back silently and the fox's ears drooped.

Just after walking out of the orphanage, Anle noticed several unkind sights and hid in the corner of the slums.

But this time Anle did not quickly get rid of their follow-up like yesterday.

Instead, slow down and keep to a level that it takes a little time for the other party to keep up.

‘Come on, come on…’

Uncontrollably, Anle's mouth curled up again.

‘I should be nervous now!’
To be continued...