Qiao Luo naturally had to do what the old man had repeatedly told him before his death. If it weren't for this, Qiao Luo would have left here long ago.

Although this is just a game, Qiao Luo could clearly feel that he and the people in this slum were completely in two worlds, and an invisible barrier separated them.

Especially when he saw those people full of silence, no hope and numb eyes, Qiao Luo subconsciously fought a cold war.

It is hard to imagine what these people have experienced to have the expression they are now.

After walking in the slum for nearly half an hour, Qiao Luo finally arrived at his destination. Although the old man did not tell the corner the specific address, after the old man handed all the crystals to Qiao Luo, he quietly stuffed Qiao Luo a small note that was about to be crushed.

The above clearly records the specific location of the old man's grandson.

Looking at the dilapidated and even half-decayed house in front of him, Qiao Luo scratched his head. It should be this place. It should be true that the note was written on it.

Qiao Luo did not rush in, but looked at the house in front of him carefully. Rather than saying that it was a house, it was more appropriate to describe it as a shack.

A few pieces of wood have been strung up, and a large piece of iron is placed on it. This is the whole of the shack, and half of it has collapsed.

It is very simple, but compared to the surrounding houses, this place can be regarded as a luxury house. After all, there are people next to it with a few pieces of plastic cloth, even a small house.

"Is anyone at home?" Qiao Luo shouted tentatively, but no one answered at all.

"Hello, is anyone here? I was the old man who asked me to come here," Qiao Luo asked unwillingly.

Still no one came out of the room. Instead, someone came to his head with Qiao Luo's shouting, but these people just looked at Qiao Luo with numb expressions.

Qiao Luo's scalp was numb when these people saw him and his neck was shrunk. Qiao Luo planned to go into the house to find out.

The old man’s house is not locked, not even a door, and he can go in directly along the collapsed halfway.

As soon as I entered the house, I could smell a foul smell that was indescribable. The whole room was quite small and scattered.

There is a cabinet that doesn't even have a door, and a set of barely clean tables. In addition, there are two beds spliced ​​with wooden boards. There is also a small pot hanging in the center of the room.

It is hard to imagine that the old man would live in such a place. Although he was just a star-level chosen person, he was still an awakened person no matter what.

Qiao Luo was very puzzled. With the old man's ability, he shouldn't live in a slum even if he was again. There must be some reason why she didn't know.

Not long after Qiao Luo sat down, there was a movement outside, and Qiao Luo quickly got up and looked out.

Outside the half-collapsed house, a thin boy limped home with a piece of the leg of the demon locust.

Holding the leg flesh of the demon flying locust in one hand, while holding a bright knife in the other hand, Qiao Luo happened to look at the boy.

A pair of brown eyes were filled with naked ferocity and guardianship.

Seeing Qiao Luo, who was shining and beautiful, came out of his home, a trace of astonishment and sadness flashed in the boy's eyes.

The boy held the leg of the demon flying locust tightly in his hand, and looked at Qiao Luo with one hand and asked, "Who are you and why did you appear in my home?"

Qiao Luo scratched his head, his face a little embarrassed, but he said as kindly as possible: "I know your grandpa, your grandpa."

The boy suddenly waved his hand and interrupted, "Needless to say, I understand, the old man is dead, right?"

The boy's voice was cold and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, as if he was dead, and he seemed to be just an irrelevant person.

Such an expression made Qiao Luo look shocked. She didn't expect that the boy would react like this when facing this matter.

"Your grandpa has something to let me give it to you," Qiao Luo continued.

As soon as Qiao Luo finished speaking, ordinary people around him who had been watching silently suddenly emerged, and some children were even pushed out.

Unlike before, these ordinary people's numb eyes became hot and even crazy, and such eyes made Qiao Luo's scalp numb.

"Give it to us! This child can be self-reliant, so there is no need to give it to him! I am also close friends with that old man Zheng! Why not give it to me!"

"This child is Lao Zheng's grandson. Sir, don't be deceived! During the time when Lao Zheng is away, I have been taking care of this child!" The speaker hit the little boy next to him, and the little boy immediately cried.

"Sister, sister, I am my grandfather's grandson. Well, don't be deceived," the child said crying.

"Sir, please help me. I'm about to starve. Please give me some food."

Qiao Luo, who had never experienced these things, was immediately stunned, and the audience in the live broadcast room was also a little confused.

They have never seen such a shameless person.

"The production team has really put their heart into it. Everyone, this scene is true. If you are lucky enough to have been to slums in certain war-torn areas, you will really encounter these things. Once you show a little kindness, there will be a group of people who will immediately ask you to help them."

"So this is what makes a pitiful person hateful?"

The boy's face became more and more gloomy, and his seemingly weak body burst out with great strength. The long sword that was almost tired of the blade waving violently, and the boy let out a low roar, like a hungry wolf.

Such actions naturally scared some people away immediately, but they were just scared away. When they saw that Qiao Luo did not respond at all, these people became more and more arrogant.

"Sir! Look, such people should be punished!"

"You are all awakened people, please pity us!"

Qiao Luo became more and more helpless, especially when these people found out that Qiao Luo was panicked, they even got close to Qiao Luo and tried to take something away from Qiao Luo.

At this time, Qiao Luo finally realized it, but she didn't need to take action, and the little boy next to him slashed his sword.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the child who had just cried covered his arm and cried very much.

"Come on, talk inside." The boy seemed to have nothing happened, and carried the legs of the demon locust into the half-collapsed house first. As for the child lying on the ground with a broken arm, the boy never looked at it from beginning to end.
Chapter completed!