Myth resurrection, I became the villain boss

Chapter 4 Illusion
A familiar voice came from behind, but it made his hair stand on end.

His parents had already passed away in an air crash six years ago, and he would go back to his hometown every year to visit their graves.

But at this time, the voice of the old man came from behind: "You boy, I'm talking to you!"

At the same time, the "father" behind him stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

For some reason, Feng Mian remembered an old saying - there are three fires on a person's body, two of which are on the shoulders, if they are extinguished, bad things will happen.

He swallowed his saliva, prepared to see the horror scene next, and turned his head.

The middle-aged man was exactly the same as in the impression, with a fat beer belly, a few gray hairs, and a smile on his fat face, looking at him.

Seeing him turn around, the old man laughed, and the two brothers tapped Feng Mian's chest lightly: "Stinky boy, what's the matter, with a sad face, lost love?"

He was speechless.

Obviously, he should feel fear, but at the same time, there is a soreness in his heart, and two emotions are twisted in his heart.

In Fengmian's memory, Dad has always been this kind of virtue.

A middle-aged man with no skills, but he is very good to his wife and son. He is honest and honest. The family of three lives in a [-]-square-meter building.

Most of the time they get along like best buddies.

Throat tightened, Feng Mian couldn't help calling out: "Father."

"Hey!" The old man replied, and asked him again, "Have you broken up in love? It's okay. I can meet better girls in the future."

As he said that, his father pushed him towards the house: "Come, come, go home, your mother will be very happy to see you back!"

Opening the door, Dad shouted, "Honey! Look! Who's back!"

A middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out of the small kitchen. When she saw Feng Mian, she wiped her wet hands on the apron in surprise and touched his face: "Xiao Mian is back! Don't say anything." ? You child!"

Her hands were warm and smelled like freshly chopped vegetables.

Feng Mian didn't know what expression he had at this time, but it must be extremely ugly, his heart was about to burst from fear and sadness.

Mom looked at Dad who was standing aside in bewilderment.

The father hurriedly pulled her aside: "My son is broken in love! Don't provoke him by asking about your girlfriend later!"

"Got it, got it."

They thought they were very quiet, but Feng Mian could still hear them clearly.

"I'm going out to buy vegetables! Look, there's not much food in this house." Mom took off her apron, "I'll weigh some meat, and cook when I come back!"

He interrupted his mother's movement to go out: "No need, Mom, I can eat whatever I want."

"All right, all right, just listen to our son!"

A family of three sat in front of the table, Feng Mian saw that there were only two dishes on the table, both of which were vegetarian.

Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, my mother couldn't help standing up again: "We are too lazy to cook. I'll go downstairs and buy some stewed vegetables for you two."

"No need." Feng Mian lowered his head and put down his chopsticks, "I just don't have much appetite."

The food smelled normal, but he really didn't dare to eat it, he didn't know what everything was here.

Knowing that everything is fake, maybe he has already entered the lair of that unknown monster, but he still can't help but hope that all this can be broken slowly.

He looked at the worried eyes across the dining table, and really didn't want to think about it any further.

Feng Mian didn't eat, and the two old people lost their appetite, so they dealt with a few chopsticks casually, and the mother stood up to collect the bowl, and before going to the kitchen, she even gave the old man a look.

Dad received the signal and sat beside Feng Mian: "Mian'er, tell Dad what's going on."

He shook his head: "It's okay, it's just that I'm a little tired recently."

"Don't work so hard when you're tired. You've already entered university, so don't be so tired!" The old man said earnestly, "Young people's health is the capital. We don't want you to make a lot of money. You just need to be good!"

It read between the lines when he was a sophomore five years ago, and he has been working for three years now.

"Well, I know..."

"Snapped--"

There was the sound of bowls being broken from the kitchen.

Dad quickly stood up: "What's wrong?"

Feng Mian also walked to the kitchen.

My mother was squatting on the ground to pick up the debris: "It's okay, I slipped my hand just now."

He saw sharply that his mother's finger was cut open by the debris, not too shallow, and the pink flesh inside could be seen, but not a single drop of blood leaked out.

She herself seemed to have no pain at all, and she couldn't feel it.

In an instant, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured from head to toe, Feng Mian's whole body was about to freeze.

He stared intently at the wound.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Mom drove the two of them out of the kitchen, "Don't get in the way here, what fruit does Xiao Mian want to eat, I'll cut two for you later."

Feng Mian's gaze was very straightforward and stiff, and he didn't look back for a long time, but the two of them didn't seem to notice it at all.

It seems that this is a movie, he is the audience, no matter what kind of reaction the audience makes, the plot will still unfold according to the script.

He stiffly walked back to the living room, completely out of mood to continue chatting.

The old man's words were still flowing, but they all flew away from Feng Mian's ears.

He stared blankly.

What should have been hanging on the wall there was the award certificate he got in junior high school, not a few childish paintings.

On the ceiling are incandescent lamps that cost a few dollars from the canteen, not such cozy chandeliers.

The floor should be white floor tiles, and their house couldn't afford the floor at that time.

He was finally willing to look directly at the nuances—this was not his home at all, and no matter how advanced the illusion, it was impossible for every detail to be perfect.

As long as he thinks, he can find the flaw here.

No advanced deception, some cheap hallucinations.

But the willing take the bait.

Feng Mian turned to look at the old man, in fact, the old man should have more white hair.

As he thought about it, the old man hesitated for a moment, but he still said, "Mian'er, are you still blaming the old man?"

That's right, his hidden memory has been dug out.

That was his greatest regret and regret.

The monsters here can really see into people's hearts and attack everyone's weaknesses.

Dad continued: "Your mother and I also thought that if we go to college in the county, we can take care of us at home!"

"But you still went to other provinces, it's really nothing, as long as you like it."

"You haven't come back this year, I thought you were still blaming us! Why did you say that your mentor assigned you a task during the Chinese New Year?"

"Your mother and I didn't want to cause you trouble, no, we plan to visit you if you don't come back this year for the New Year, and the air tickets are all booked!"

Feng Mian looked at her father's red eye sockets, and couldn't help her nose sore.

"I never blamed you." He heard his voice hoarse, "Don't come to see me, I'm fine."

(End of this chapter)