He is the creator's fault

In the morning light, the flames that had been burning all night were gradually extinguished, and plumes of blue smoke rose from the collapsed wooden frame. Now only the dark ruins remained of that huge and ancient mansion.

Feng Xingchen woke up from his lethargy, the clothes on his body were not completely dry, and he slept in wet clothes for a night, so his body temperature is now high, and he already has symptoms of fever.

But Feng Xingchen doesn't care about these things now, he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the ancestral house, and sadly found that everything was burnt clean, unlike Father Feng's behavior of following the ancestral system, he liked the ancestral house from the bottom of his heart, This place always gave him a very precious feeling, but now everything is gone.

A cordon has been set up outside the ruins, and people in firefighter uniforms come and go.Outside the cordon, there were reporters who came after hearing the wind. As an established company in Ronggang, Fengjia is second to none in the local area in terms of wealth and fame. Such a big incident happened overnight, and the outside world has already exploded. .

Feng Xingchen raised his feet and walked towards the crowd, a gust of wind blew a newspaper to his feet, Feng Xingchen picked up the newspaper, the front page report caught his attention, and among them "Feng Group Director Suicide in fear of sin for a long time" hurt his eyes even more.

Why is it "suicide in fear of crime"?What crime are you afraid of?How could it be suicide?

Feng Xingchen looked blankly at the newspaper in his hand. He knew every word on it, but it was difficult for him to comprehend the combination. He thought of Father Feng who lost consciousness silently last night, and Mother Feng who did not resist at all. In the burned ancestral house, Feng Xingchen felt a darkness engulfing the Feng family in the dark.

He had to figure out what was going on!

Feng Xingchen continued to walk towards the crowd, he thought that as long as he could contact his father's subordinates and use the power of the Feng Group, he would be able to find out the truth of the matter.

But as soon as Feng Xingchen took his steps, a voice in his heart told him: You can't go there, it's dangerous!

The voice was so real, Feng Xingchen couldn't tell whether it was someone really talking to him, or his ominous premonition, he carefully hid his figure, and observed the crowd again, this time he really found something wrong .

Among the firefighters and reporters, there were several people in plain clothes. These people neither assisted in handling the scene nor took pictures and interviews. Instead, they were looking for something, and their looking eyes continued to cast their gaze on the crowd.

Feng Xingchen had never seen these people before, but he felt a strange aura from these people, as if the other party could easily take his life. The experience of the retired special forces bodyguard is even more real.

Feng Xingchen became more and more afraid to act rashly. He was lying in the grass, watching the actions of several people. One of them seemed to sense his presence and looked towards his hiding place. Feng Xingchen quickly lowered his head, feeling horrified. Inexplicably, how did he know there was someone here at such a long distance?

Fortunately, the man looked at it for a while, and because he was not sure, he turned his gaze back. Feng Xingchen felt that he could not stay here for long, so he lay down on the ground and climbed down the mountain little by little until he reached the blind spot of the group of people. Chen stood up and ran down the mountain without looking back.

After walking for a few hours, he went down the mountain, and took another truck back to the city. It was already evening when Feng Xingchen got off the car.

The weather turned cold, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Feng Xingchen dragged his tired body and walked aimlessly on the street. He had a high fever after not eating for a day. His eyelids were as heavy as if they were hung with lead. I knew I should go to the hospital, even if I asked people on the street for help, but my legs were numb and I just walked forward.

He can't trust anyone.

He didn't know when he walked into a remote alley, and several young people with dyed hair and graffiti T-shirts stopped in front of him.

"Boy, look at the clothes you are wearing. You should be very rich. I will borrow some money from you, sir."

Feng Xingchen was still wearing yesterday's suit, and the well-made small suit became wrinkled after being soaked in water, but it was not difficult to see that it was worn by a rich family boy, so he was targeted by these idlers.

Feng Xingchen has heard that the west area of ​​Ronggang has always been the most chaotic, and if the remote alleys are not cleaned up for a period of time, there will be more rotting corpses. If he doesn't want to become one of them, he should meet the requirements of these gangsters.

But what makes Feng Xingchen helpless is that he doesn't have any cash on him, and he doesn't like to wear expensive jewelry on weekdays. The only watch he left behind when he escaped from the car, he can be said to be penniless now arts.

"Sorry, I don't have any money."

Feng Xingchen said in a hoarse voice, and the gang leader's expression turned grim upon hearing this.

"Is it fine to drink a toast? Let me beat him until he pays the money!"

The little gangsters rushed forward, and greeted Feng Xingchen with disorderly fists and kicks. As the heir, Feng Xingchen naturally couldn't be helpless. He learned martial arts from his coach since he was a child, so he avoided the gangsters The siege.

This kind of behavior angered the gangster leader, and he walked towards Feng Xingchen with a baseball bat in his hand. The sturdy baseball bat came right at his head.

Are you going to die here?

Even though he has been struggling for so long, can he still not escape the end of death?

It is really not reconciled to die at the hands of a group of scumbags, but what can I do if I am not reconciled...

Feng Xingchen watched the baseball bat fall with wide eyes, waiting for the moment when his life would come to an abrupt end. Suddenly, his arm was grabbed by a cold palm, and Feng Xingchen's body fell to the side, avoiding the blow. baseball bat down.

who is it?

Feng Xingchen looked to the side, and there was no one there. At this moment, he remembered that there was indeed no one on his left, so who was the one who dragged him just now? From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the gangsters surrounding him, and Feng Xingchen gave a wry smile. , no matter who it is, he probably has to explain here today.

The tired body reached its limit, and Feng Xingchen fell to the ground.

The moon hid in the dark clouds, and the dark alley became even darker. There seemed to be a white shadow floating in the darkness. When the clouds cleared, there was no one else in the alley except Feng Xingchen.

All sounds are silent.

Yao came out from the darkness, the illusory soul body glowed white under the moonlight, the white clothes were hanging down on the ground, through the gap of the hem of the clothes, one could see Yao's bare right ankle wrapped around a red Silk thread, covered with a layer of red light, the other end was connected to Feng Xingchen's right ring finger.

Yao walked up to Feng Xingchen, stared at the young man's pale face, and sighed long. With Feng Xingchen's current ability, he could easily kill him, but Feng Xingchen lifted his seal. Inside, not only could he not kill Feng Xingchen, but he had to save his life at the critical moment, otherwise he would suffer backlash.

"Ten years..."

Yao looked at the moonlight above his head, a little bored.

When Feng Xingchen woke up again, he found himself lying on a pink single bed, and the surrounding layout was also like a girl's bedroom.

"Little brother, are you awake?"

A girl in a pink apron came in from the door, holding hot porridge in her hand, and the sunlight outside the window shone on her sweet cheeks, which made it easy for people to have a good impression.

"you are?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yanran, and I'm a student at Ronggang University. When I went out to do a part-time job this morning, I met you lying on the side of the road, so I took you back to the house I rented."

"roadside……"

The place where he fainted was in an alley. Few people go to such a remote place, but this person said he saw him on the side of the road.

Feng Xingchen raised his arm, according to the situation last night, those gangsters would never let him go, but now he is lying here intact, so it is not a dream.

The icy breath lingering around him, and the icy embrace embracing his body were not dreams... Who was it?Who the hell is that person?Or is it that the one who saved him was not... a person at all?

"Little brother? Little brother? Are you okay?"

Feng Xingchen came back to his senses, and smiled at Yan Ran.

"I am fine."

"By the way, you haven't told me your name yet."

"My name is Feng - Fengchen."

Feng Xingchen still didn't tell Yan Ran his real name in the end, and he didn't intend to reveal his identity until he found out the truth about his parents' death.

"By the way, eat something first, I see you haven't eaten for a long time."

Feng Xingchen looked up at Yan Ran, and asked suspiciously:

"How do you know I haven't eaten?"

Yan Ran froze for a moment, then smiled awkwardly.

"Didn't you eat nothing from last night to now? So eat quickly."

Feng Xingchen was indeed hungry, so he didn't speak any more, took the bowl in Yanran's hand and drank the porridge. In the direction Feng Xingchen couldn't see, Yanran heaved a sigh of relief, why is this little devil so sharp.

After dinner, Feng Xingchen put on the new clothes Yan Ran bought, and asked Yan Ran to leave.

"So fast? How did you faint on the side of the road? Do you want me to contact your parents?"

"No, thank you for your hospitality and clothes."

Seeing that Feng Xingchen insisted on leaving, Yan Ran gave him a few words of advice, and then let him go.

A few minutes after Feng Xingchen left, Yanran's cell phone rang, and a man's voice came from the receiver.

"I didn't find that thing, I don't know where the Feng family is hiding."

After hearing this, Yan Ran immediately said impatiently:

"Tell me what to do, I won't get involved in your affairs."

"Your ability can sense that thing, as long as you are willing to help us—"

"Sorry, I don't want to."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Ran walked to the bed and watched Feng Xingchen's back disappear into the corner of the street. She took out the bell on her body with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Strange, no matter how you look at it, you are an ordinary person. How can you have the breath of a spiritual creature? Could it be that my induction is wrong?"

If Yanran had seen the photos of Feng's family, she would have known that what those people were looking for should actually be on Feng Xingchen. Unfortunately, she hadn't seen it. She didn't know that the young man he rescued was Feng Xingchen. .

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