Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 144 Something bad happened

How old are you? What's your name?

Inside the less-than-ideal residential building, the woman smiled as she watched the little girl wolfing down a large meat bun.

She must have enjoyed the meal, because she kept smiling.

Although she was all dirty when she first came out, once her face was washed clean, it became clear that the child was incredibly beautiful.

It seems she's of mixed race.

She has deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and slightly bluish eyes.

The woman was stunned.

His expression changed immediately, and he began asking for the girl's basic information.

“Ammon, my name is Ammon. I am ten, twelve years old.”

Amon, who was eating a meat bun, smiled at the woman.

Seeing that she spoke clearly and didn't seem like a fool, the woman was even more satisfied.

On the other side stood a man, smoking and frowning as he remarked, "Why does he look like a mixed-race person? His features are so obvious, isn't there a problem?"

"What's the problem? You saw it yourself; she was rummaging through the trash." The woman turned her head. "It's only good if they're mixed-race."

She walked over and whispered, "It's so beautiful, a rare find. Do you know how expensive it would be if sold overseas? If you build good relationships, no one will find out."

She didn't notice that Amon, who was eating a steamed bun, narrowed his eyes.

Then she smiled sweetly.

She seemed innocent and naive.

Upon hearing this, the man nodded: "That's true."

Suddenly, Amon exclaimed, "Is there more? I'm still hungry. The steamed buns are delicious. How are they made?"

The man was somewhat incredulous: "You've already eaten three, such big buns, and you're still hungry? Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

"Go, Qian Laoliu, watch your mouth." The woman rolled her eyes: "It's good to be obedient and well-behaved. Go, continue buying her steamed buns."

She turned to look at Amon: "Amon, are you that hungry?"

"Yes, I haven't eaten for several days."

He was constantly being chased.

Amon wiped his greasy little mouth from eating meat buns, but even so, he wasn't annoying.

Qian Laoliu rolled his eyes and went out to buy steamed buns. A Meng walked to the windowsill, looked at the outside world, and asked with innocent wonder, "Where is this? Why is it so beautiful? How were these houses built? Why are they stacked so high? Aren't they afraid of them collapsing?"

The woman's name was Fang Jie. She walked over and quietly closed the window: "Ah Meng, did you always stay at home and never go out before?"

Amon looked at Sister Fang and said obediently, "No, I did go out, but my home is different from yours. I've never seen a place like yours before. It's so beautiful. Who is your emperor?"

Fangjie chuckled: "What are you talking about? What emperor? We don't have an emperor here."

"No emperor?"

Amon seemed a little shocked, but she quickly recovered and murmured, "There's no emperor..."

Fangjie looked Ameng up and down, and had a feeling that Ameng was either stupid or not.

What you're saying is so funny.

"Uuuuuu——"

Just then, crying suddenly came from another bedroom.

Fang Jie's expression changed, and she said to A Meng, "A Meng, you stay here."

After saying that, his face darkened, and he went into the room.

This is an ordinary one-living room, three-bedroom residential building, and the environment is dilapidated, looking like it has been under construction for many years.

But Amon didn't understand these things.

As she listened to the crying, her fingertips traced lines on the windowsill.

Fangjie's scolding voice soon followed: "What are you crying for? Didn't I tell you to give the medicine if you cry? You're so annoying."

A voice of defense came over: "We can't keep feeding them, what if they get brain damage from eating before the buyer even arrives?"

"Even if you get brain damage from eating it, someone will take care of you. They'll give you some sleeping pills, and if that doesn't work, they'll give you a couple of injections. Hurry up!"

"Waaaaah, I want my mom and dad! I want my mom and dad! I don't want you anymore!!"

"...Woo."

The crying gradually subsided.

"boom."

Qian Laoliu opened the door and came in carrying a large bag of meat buns. He glanced at Ameng and placed the buns on the table: "Eat quickly."

Amon glanced at it, then stepped forward, picked up a bun, and started eating.

While eating, she kept glancing around at the corners of the wall, occasionally pinching off a few crumbs of the bun and sprinkling them on the wall.

When Fangjie came out, she saw Qian Laoliu. Qian Laoliu said, "They said they'd give us two days to transfer the goods."

"Two days?" Sister Fang frowned. "That long."

"There's no way around it, the checks are too strict now, and it's difficult to transport too much cargo out."

Just as he finished speaking, another man suddenly came out of the house, carrying a small child in his hand.

He looked like he was carrying a tattered sack: "He seems to have a fever, and he just threw up. What should we do?"

The child he was carrying was only three or four years old. He was dizzy, his face was obviously red from the fever, and there were traces of white foam at the corners of his mouth.

The situation was clearly not going well.

Amon turned his head to look.

"Does he have a fever? Give him some fever-reducing medicine."

The man who came out hesitated: "He's foaming at the mouth. If this fever reducer causes problems, won't this whole thing be ruined?"

"So what if it's useless? Even an idiot will find a job."

Amon, who was munching on a meat bun, suddenly stood up and said, "He's sick and should be taken to the clinic."

All three of them turned to look at her.

The scene was still somewhat frightening.

But Amon seemed oblivious.

Qian Laoliu cursed, "Eat your food."

Fangjie came over and smiled kindly: "Ameng, you don't understand. He just has a simple fever. We have fever reducers."

“We need to take him to the clinic.” Amon blinked, then looked at the man carrying the child. “Besides, it will be very uncomfortable for him to carry you like this. Put him down.”

"This is so annoying, Sister Fang, tell her to get in there too."

Qian Laoliu came over cursing and was about to grab A Meng and take him in.

Fangjie frowned and looked at Ameng with an unfriendly gaze: "Ameng, I told you, you have to be an obedient and well-behaved child."

"What a coincidence." Amon smiled sweetly and looked at Sister Fang: "What I hate most in this life is someone who doesn't listen to me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and Qian Laoliu suddenly felt as if one of his knees had been subjected to a violent impact, and he instantly knelt down.

The moment the excruciating pain struck, Qian Laoliu let out a piercing scream.

She never actually met Qian Laoliu.

For a moment, Fangjie's mind seemed to freeze.

The next second, she was thrown into the air and crashed directly onto the side of the sofa.

The man, who was still carrying the child, was completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, no magical adjective is sufficient to describe the scene before us.

Amon tilted his head: "I said, put him down."

The man did as instructed, his voice trembling.

The moment the child was put down, Amon raised his hand, and the man instantly fainted.

After doing all this, Amon composed himself: "I can't kill anyone, but the cult leader is gone... Nobody cares about Amon, so it's okay to kill him, right? As long as nobody knows, hehe..."

At the same time, Ren Yunsheng felt that something was not right.

He had watched the surveillance footage several times, but in the end, his hesitant gaze lingered on the video in which they were suspected of abducting a child.

It was probably his intuition as a member of the Different Tunes group.

Finally, he zoomed in on the screenshot, revealing half of the girl's face.

Suddenly remembering something, I patted my head and sent the screenshot to the group chat.

"Does your demonic sect have any children?"

[Weaver Girl]: (voice) Oh, isn't this Amon? Amon's here?
Ren Yunsheng: "..."

His mind went completely blank.

He sprang up from his position in an instant.

"This is terrible!!"