Han Dong accompanied Zhou Ning on the sidewalk. It was dim at this time and the street lights on the road had already lit up. However, the street lights were not bright enough, and the whole street looked a little dim.

There are not many people on the street, and occasionally a car will whistle past the road, and the whole street looks a bit deserted.

"Dong, Brother Dong, can I call you Brother Dong? You must be older than me, right?" Zhou Ning secretly glanced at Han Dong and said softly.

"You can call me whatever you want, just call me a name, my sister just calls me a name." Han Dong said with a smile.

"Brother Dong, are you really going to school at Puhua High School? Xiaojie has never told me about it." Zhou Ning asked.

"Yes, but you are in the first year of high school. I am already in the third year of high school. Even in the same school, I rarely meet them." Han Dong explained.

In fact, it was because Han Xiaojie had a very resistant to Han Dong before. Even if she met him, she would pass by him as a stranger, and it was impossible to introduce Han Dong to her friends.

"Brother Dong, your academic performance must be very good. If I have any study problems in the future, can I come to you for advice?" Zhou Ning asked carefully.

"My academic performance is average, but if you have any questions, as long as I understand, I can tell you." Han Dong thought for a while and replied casually. He didn't think Zhou Ning would come to him specifically for learning questions, but just treat it as a general polite word.

"Then let's make up that." Zhou Ning laughed.

Han Dong was about to nod when he suddenly saw two people in front of him, secretly painting something on the wall. There was a backpack on the ground next to him. A thick stack of white paper was exposed in the half-open backpack.

The two of them quickly pulled out a piece of white paper more than three feet long from their backpacks, put it on the wall, pressed it twice, then hurriedly passed by Han Dong and the others with their backpacks.

Seeing someone, the two of them subconsciously lowered their hats, as if they didn't want people to see their faces clearly.

Han Dong glanced casually by the white paper that he had just posted, and saw a few big words written on the white paper, "Dragons are deprived of power and humiliation, opposes the Duchy of Xibowen joining the Siberian Union!"

Han Dong frowned slightly. It was not the recent incident that Xibowen's Principality joined the Siberian United Nations. It has been five or six years since then. Why are there anyone posting such slogans?

In the official publicity, the joining of the Siberian Duchy of Siberian will enhance the comprehensive strength of the Siberian Duchy of Siberian, which will increase the employment rate of the people of the Principality, obtain a lot of technical support, open up more universities, and recruit more students of the Siberian Duchy of Siberian Duchy of Siberian to study in universities. In general, joining the Siberian Duchy of Siberian will have great benefits for the Siberian Duchy of Siberian.

Han Dong himself felt that since joining the Siberian Union, the Xibowen Principality has indeed had many factories and more prosperous ports, but prices have also soared and inflation has intensified. Before, they could buy a pound of rice for one dollar, but now they cost at least two yuan, seven or eight yuan, or even three yuan.

My mother complained more than once that the vegetable prices had risen again. At the same time, Han Dong could clearly feel that Xibo City had become more chaotic than before. It was only 8 o'clock in the evening and there were not many pedestrians on the street.

"Dong, Brother Dong, I'm home, it's the community in front!" Zhou Ning said, pointing to the community in front.

"Huayang Community? Your home lives here!" Han Dong looked up and said in surprise.

Although Huayang Community is not a wealthy community, it is not something that ordinary people can afford. The houses inside are at least 160 square meters above.

"Yes, welcome Brother Dong to my house to play... and Xiaojie. If you come, call me in advance and I will come down to pick you up." Zhou Ning said.

Han Dong nodded, watched Zhou Ning enter the community and turned around and left.

On the way home, Han Dong was still thinking about why his mother was possessed by evil spirits.

"There must be a problem in that factory. If a similar accident occurs again, it will be confirmed. Then..."

My mother was injured and almost died, which made Han Dong feel like there was a knot in his heart. If he were still the ordinary boy before and had no ability, Han Dong could only hold this breath in his heart, but now...

"Young man, buy a bouquet of flowers. These are all things I just picked out from outside the city. They are very fresh..." An old voice sounded in my ears. Han Dong looked up and saw an old woman with white hair on the side of the road, leaning on a crutch and carrying a bamboo basket on her left hand, with more than a dozen beautiful flowers placed inside.

These flowers look beautiful in colors, and each one is in perfect bloom, just like one that has just been picked from the branches.

Han Dong looked at the old woman with expressionless expression. Her wrinkled face was full of flattering smiles. Her clothes were thin and had a lot of patches, but they looked very clean. Some areas had been washed slightly white.

"How much does it cost?" Han Dong asked suddenly with a smile.

"It's very cheap, one dollar per piece." The old woman handed over the flower basket tremblingly, looking like Han Dong was allowed to choose.

Han Dong did not reach out to pick it up, but just nodded and said, "Okay, I want it all, just put down the basket."

As he said that, Han Dongcong took out a hundred bill, handed it over, and smiled and said, "No need to find it, the rest is the money from this bamboo basket."

"Thank you, young man, you're so generous. Today I've met a good person." The old woman smiled and continued to hand over the bamboo basket in her hand towards Han Dong and said, "Give it, give it, give it to you all, these flowers, including this bamboo basket, are all given to you."

Han Dong did not answer, but took a step back, signaled to the ground, and said, "Just put the flowers on the ground, I'll give you money."

The smile on the old woman's face froze immediately, staring at Han Dong and saying, "If you don't accept it, how can I get the money?"

"Let it on the ground!" Han Dong said in surprise.

"This bamboo basket cannot be landed on the ground. Once it landed on the ground, these flowers will wither..." The old woman suddenly became sad and shook her head and said, "Young man, look at how beautiful these flowers are, I don't need money anymore. I'll give them all to you, so you can take them."

"Can these flowers eat people?" Han Dong asked suddenly.

"Eat people?" the old woman said in surprise: "How can these flowers eat people? Hahaha, young people, you are really good at joking, how can flowers eat people?"

"If you don't eat people, I don't want it." Han Dong put away the banknotes, his face turned solemn, and slowly retreated backwards.

"Do you want such a beautiful flower? Do you want it for free?" The smile on the old woman's face slowly disappeared, and she said expressionlessly, while leaning on a crutch, pressing her step by step.

"I don't want flowers that don't eat humans!" Han Dong shook his head and said.

"Eat people, eat people. Look at these flowers so beautiful. They are so beautiful because they drink human blood. How can they not eat people?" The old woman suddenly giggled, and her voice gradually changed from old age to a girl-like voice.
Chapter completed!