this is not a joke

At the moment of danger, Wei An suddenly felt that the sky outside the dead city had darkened again. There was still a little moonlight just now, but now it was completely dark, and he could only distinguish his position by listening to the sound.

He wanted to touch the door of the room first, and close the door of the room he just entered.

But it was obviously too late.

Not long after the weird sound sounded, he had already arrived outside the door, very fast.

Wei An quickly retreated to the corner of the house.

Now he seemed to understand where the gaze that was staring at him came from, the moon above the dead city.

The moon is like an eye.

"Giant eyes?"

Doubts arose in Wei An's heart.

No wonder I couldn't locate the character staring at me just now. It turned out that the "moon" was staring at me. Now that the "moon" seems to have fallen into the dead city, what could it be?
While thinking, there was movement at the door of the room. It sounded like footsteps, but after listening carefully, it didn't seem like it.

But Wei An was sure that something had come in.

At this moment, he couldn't see his fingers around him, and he couldn't take out Liu Gui's eyeballs to see what was going on around him, so he could only act based on the memory just now.

When it was completely dark just now, Wei An still remembered the approximate location of the door of the house there. Now that he found something entering the room, he immediately reached out and groped in that direction without making a sound.

Something was sliding on the ground, but it really wasn't the sound of footsteps. Wei An had already touched the door panel of the back room, and went up along the closed gap of the door panel, and he followed the doorknob.

The doorknob in my memory is round, resembling an animal head. If it is not locked, it should be opened by twisting it directly.

Soon the sound of creeping into the room disappeared, and the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

Wei An wondered if the thing was gone, but he instinctively told himself that it was not that easy.

His fingers touched the round doorknob, and as soon as he grasped the handle, the back of his hand suddenly felt cold, and another hand grabbed his hand.

The fingers of this hand are very thin, long and thin, and the biting cold is conveyed, just like what Wei An felt when he first entered this dead city.

The moment his icy palms grabbed him, Wei An felt that half of his body was numb, as if he had lost consciousness due to cold or electric shock.

But he didn't hesitate, and at almost the same moment, he turned the lock abruptly, and the door of the room here opened silently, and a faint light came out from the room, reflecting on Wei An's face, and also reflected on the grasping eyes. Holding his cold and slender palm master.

For a second, a pale, long face like a human stick appeared in front of Wei An's eyes. Its facial features were all squeezed together, so that it was hard to tell what part it was.

The ears of this face only have two ear holes, and its palms are indeed pointed and long. The whole body is naked, but the skin looks extremely smooth.

It seemed that it didn't like being illuminated by other lights. The moment the dim light from the inner room came out, it shrank its body and retreated behind Wei An, hooked its limbs instantly, and lay down on Wei An's back, hugging him tightly. live.

More numbness spreads throughout the body.

Wei An knew that this guy didn't like light, so he quickly stood up straight on his side, blocking the door of the back room, allowing himself to be illuminated by the faint light.

At this time, the guy had shrunk into a ball, hiding behind Wei An, but still clinging firmly to him.

At the same time, there was a piercing pain in the middle of Wei An's back, as if some sharp object had pierced his skin and penetrated into it.

He quickly mobilized the all-things resistance receptor to move to the pierced flesh. The pain still came, but it was better than before.

However, the strength of the thing lying on its back is obviously terrifying. If he didn't open the door just now to let the light in the room shine through, this guy might kill him instantly.

But even if it was illuminated, it immediately took the best way to avoid the light and attack itself at the same time, the current situation is still very dangerous.

Even if he has the protection of all things, it is only a matter of time, that guy seems to be able to break through even this human skin.

Wei An hurriedly took a step into the room, trying to let more dim light shine on him, and on the weird moonlight man clinging to his back.

Snapped!
A slender arm pressed against the door frame, and Wei An paused when he entered the room, unable to move forward. The two fell into a stalemate, and the pain on the vest came again.

That guy is obviously speeding up his attack on this piece of human skin, and is about to break through successfully.

At this time, more twilight appeared, and the furnishings in this room could not be seen. Wei An could only see a large amount of dust floating slowly in the air under the twilight of unknown source.

Each piece of dust is independent, and as it floats past the eyes, the slow picture seems to be getting bigger and bigger, until Wei An can see the entire surface of the dust, as if the slow motion is coupled with a microscope-like observation effect.

The pain in the vest was no longer so strong at this moment, Wei An was slightly stunned by the scene in front of him which attracted most of his attention.

"Auntie, I was wrong! I was wrong!"

A voice suddenly came from a piece of dust closest to Wei An, and then the screen was enlarged, filling his eyes, like a movie playing automatically.

A middle-aged woman with curly hair was holding black iron tongs for holding coal, and she greeted a little boy kneeling on the ground one by one.

The little boy's shirt was torn, and his body was covered with black and red scars mixed together. Some of the scars were serious, with spots of blood oozing out.

The middle-aged woman had slanted eyebrows, a pointed chin, and a mean and cunning face. At this moment, she was showing a fierce face. She waved the iron tongs in her hand and smashed them on the boy's body.

"Do you have a memory? Do you still have a memory?" The woman shouted loudly while beating.

"Yes, yes, I remember, aunt, ah, it hurts, I remember..." The boy who was about ten years old screamed heart-piercingly, nodded and begged for mercy.

Not far behind the woman, another fat little boy about seven or eight years old stood there with a lollipop in his mouth, watching this scene.

His face was expressionless, and he seemed to have been frightened.

Wei An raised his head and glanced at the fat boy, and at the same time, the piercing pain in his back came again, and a woman's voice sounded next to his ear: "Remember, brother's things are not yours, and everything in this room is not yours." ! Your parents are dead, they died a month ago, these things belong to your younger brother now, they belong to us!"

Another iron pliers hit his back heavily, and Wei An bared his teeth, tears streaming from his eyes in pain.

He knelt on the ground, his whole body twitched slightly due to the pain, and he couldn't stand up at all.

A strong hatred filled his chest, he lowered his head, his eyes swept across the feet of this vicious woman, the fat boy who didn't say a word, and the very familiar but now no longer his own in this room. Scan the items one by one...

"Did you curse me with your eyes just now?" Auntie's voice sounded again.

The black iron tongs were lifted high into the air, and then fell down suddenly.

This time, the pliers hit the back of Wei An's head directly, and there was a muffled bang. The sound made the fat boy in the distance tremble, and Wei An curled up and fell on the ground. There was no movement on the ground.

"Mom, is he dead?" The fat boy took out the lollipop in his mouth and asked.

"I can't die, this kind of rotten cub who dies, usually can't die." The woman threw the iron tongs aside, "When your father comes back, give him some medicine and he will be fine. This guy will stay until he is 18 years old. He can't die until he signs the transfer of property, and he can't be taken advantage of now."

Immediately, the woman walked to a wooden table, took out a bottle of yellow solution from a black cloth bag on the wooden table, shook it twice, poured some of the solution into a glass, and mixed some drinking water into it .

She picked up the yellow solution bottle and said to her son, "You have to remember this thing, you must never touch it, do you hear me?"

"Understood." The fat boy stuffed the lollipop into his mouth again and nodded.

The woman brought the glass containing the mixed liquid in front of the unconscious Wei An, raised his head, opened his mouth, and slowly poured it into it.

Wei An knew that she was unconscious, but she was still very clear about the communication between the woman and her child, as if she had the perspective of the comatose boy and another third person at the same time.

A pungent and pungent breath rushed out as the liquid flowed into his throat. He felt his head was confused and dull, and he couldn't think anymore.

Looking at the scene in front of him, it also turned into a large number of double images. Although he knew that only the woman and the little boy were in the room, it seemed that dozens of people were standing in front of him. (end of this chapter)