Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong felt that he was brought into a strange dream.

In his dream, it was Longxun Mountain, but it didn't look like Longxun Mountain. The Longxun Mountain in his memory was covered with snow, and at dawn, it looked like Longxun Mountain sprinkled with gold, but the Longxun Mountain in front of him was covered with white snow covered with blood Red, the muddy ground is mixed with residual limbs, the pine and cypress branches and leaves are withered, bent over by the cold wind blowing from the mountains, everything has a lifeless feeling.

Why is this happening?

... Where is Fu Qianyuan?

Fu Tong was flustered, and started looking for Fu Qianyuan all over the mountains and plains. He searched for a long time, from dawn to dusk, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, from the small wooden house where they lived to Longmianjian, he went to all places, searched in every corner But I still didn't see Fu Qianyuan.

It was getting dark.

The mountain wind whistled from afar with snow mixed in.

Fu Tong went back to the cabin tiredly, lying on the small rattan chair Fu Qianyuan made for him and continued to wait. He was actually very sleepy and tired, to the point where he could fall asleep by closing his eyes, but he didn't want to close his eyes. I just want to see Fu Qianyuan the first time he comes back, and then rush to give him a hug and say, welcome home.

Fu Tong was reluctant to let Fu Qianyuan have no one waiting when he came back late at night. He could only see the darkness of the room and hear the silence of the room.

He has too little and doesn't know much. What he can give to Fu Qianyuan is a sincere heart and such a little bit of devotion and warmth.

The night outside the window is getting darker, like thick ink, even the stars and the moon are gradually fading away.

Fu Tong didn't know when he fell asleep, he only knew that when he woke up, the sky outside the window was full of light, lighting up everything.

But Fu Qianyuan still didn't come back.

He had never been at such a time when he didn't come home at night and didn't tell in advance. Fu Tong felt uneasy, and ran out in a panic to continue looking for Fu Qianyuan. When he arrived at Fu Qianyuan, the latter walked forward in a hurry, looking in the direction as if he was about to go down the mountain.

Fu Tong ran over in a hurry, surrounded Fu Qianyuan, called his name loudly, and asked him where he was going, but Fu Qianyuan seemed to have neither seen him nor heard his voice, and continued to move forward indifferently. Walking, he soon left Longxun Mountain.

Fu Tong wanted to go out with him, but there seemed to be an invisible barrier at the boundary, which blocked him involuntarily, and he couldn't get out, so he could only watch Fu Qianyuan's figure getting farther and farther away from him, and finally disappeared in his end of sight.

Every step he took when he left was a knife that pierced Fu Tong's heart.

These knives gouged out his flesh and blood, watched him suffer, watched him collapse, watched him die in pain, and told him mercilessly in the blood that Fu Qianyuan would never come back after he left.

Fu Tong was almost going crazy, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning of a cycle.

For a long period of time later, he experienced this day countless times, and it was always the same. He saw Fu Qianyuan when he was approaching Longmianjian, and eagerly chased after him to talk to him, but he never got a response. , could only be blocked by the barrier at the end, watching Fu Qianyuan leave Longxun Mountain step by step.

After being blocked by the barrier for the last time, Fu Tong lowered his hands dejectedly, and suddenly heard the sound of chanting sutras, and then, the picture in front of him changed, and he was placed on the top of the mountain, in front of his and Fu Qianyuan's cabin, the people on the ground The snow became the color of blood it had seen at the beginning, and the surrounding sky was blocked by countless ghosts, so there was no light to be seen.

They floated in mid-air, looking down at Fu Tong with ferocious faces and mocking eyes, and every word they said was full of thorns.

"Look at your embarrassment, tsk, you really can't do anything without Fu Qianyuan."

"Trash, just like you, is it worthy of being called a beast?"

"What kind of waste is not waste, it is obviously a little monster that no one wants."

"It's so pitiful to be left behind like this, but who can blame it? Who made you so useless and unlovable?"

"..."

These sharp and ear-piercing voices rang around, piercing into his heart with a little carelessness, Fu Tong curled himself up, covering his ears to avoid hearing.

Seeing him like this, the spirits around him laughed loudly and refused to give up. Like teasing a helpless cub, they pulled Fu Tong's hand and forced him to listen to those cruel words, and threw him at him. Sharp stone, watching him cry, watching him curl up there trembling.

They smiled triumphantly, adding all their malice to the person in front of them who was once protected by the lord of the mountains and rivers and made them so jealous.

No one understood Fu Tong's desperate hatred at that time.

Desperate for Fu Qianyuan's departure and non-return, hating himself for his incompetence and cowardice.

Such days have passed for a long time, and he has also sunk in such despair for a long time.

Until one day, those elves got tired of teasing him, and turned their attention to Fu Tong's and Fu Qianyuan's home.

They laughed maniacally, and brazenly talked to the people next to them about how to destroy this place into ruins. They didn't see the person they regarded as trash and bullied to the point of bruises, and stood up behind them expressionlessly.

It was the first time that Fu Tong held the Qianyuan knife in his hand with full of resentment and hostility, let it kill, let it lick up the blood, and let the white snow on Longxun Mountain be completely covered with scarlet wreckage.

It was also on that day that a man came up Long Xun Mountain. He was dressed in white and had compassionate eyes. He leaned over and helped Fu Tong up from the wreckage everywhere, and asked him in a gentle voice: "I can grant you one wish. What?"

Fu Tong looked up at him, he smiled softly, the sky was reflected behind him, everything seemed to be reborn.

Fu Tong seemed to have found salvation, looked at him cautiously, and said the words like a humble prayer: "I want Fu Qianyuan to come back, okay?"

The man smiled slowly: "This...I'm afraid it won't work."

"why?"

"because……"

The man's face suddenly twisted, his benevolent brows became ferocious, and he stood in a position that Fu Tong regarded as salvation, looking at him maliciously.

"Because you are not worthy."

……

Fu Tong opened his eyes, his eyes were scarlet.

He stood there with his head bowed, the veins in his hand holding the Qianyuan knife were bulging, and he could hardly restrain the raging anger in his heart.

It's okay, it's a dream, it's just a dream.

He kept repeating this sentence, trying to suppress the anger that was about to explode in his heart, but at this moment, a white corner of his clothes suddenly appeared in front of him.

Fu Tong paused and slowly raised his head.

The man in white that I saw in the dream just now stood there with the same smile on his face as in the dream.

The ridicule and malice pierced deeply in his heart.

For a moment, Fu Tong couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.

He only felt the hostility in his heart come back, and the crimson in front of his eyes was aggravated, as if covered with a layer of blood mist, such an unbearable color was everywhere.

And the man in white was still laughing, his voice seemed hoarse and unpleasant: "Look, you really don't deserve it. A person who can't even distinguish dreams from reality. It's just a joke. How can you be liked by others?"

"You have nothing, you can only waste time in your self-righteous lies, and be an incompetent waste."

He laughed wildly, a laugh full of mockery.

"enough!"

Fu Tong's chest was full of blood, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his hand, and the Qianyuan knife buzzed and slashed towards the man in white. In an instant, it turned into light spots and spread out to the surroundings. In the next second, the sound of chanting sutras suddenly sounded from all around.

Fu Tong had heard this voice before in a dream, and after the sound of chanting sutras in the dream, there were ferocious spirits that blocked the sky without a single gap, and their unscrupulous ridicule and teasing.

All the unbearable feelings were ticked off at this moment, Fu Tong shook his body, the blood color in front of his eyes became heavier and heavier, and amidst the sound of chanting, the dim and fuzzy tomb room became clear little by little. It was actually carved with reliefs of human faces.

Joy, anger, sorrow, hatred, sorrow and fear.

Seven human faces, whether laughing or crying or resentful or sad, each of them was distorted by blood in Fu Tong's eyes, surrounded him, looked at him for a moment, and kept saying in the same tone as his expression with the same sentence.

— "He's not coming back."

Joy, anger, worry, disgust, sorrow, surprise, fear.

So many voices, so many tones, kept surrounding Fu Tong, Fu Tong was stiff, listening in a daze, and unconsciously, gradually burst into tears.

The surrounding voices stopped for a while, and when they sounded again, they suddenly became sharper.

"Why are you crying? Isn't it because of you that he left?"

"Because you are too self-willed, not obedient enough, sensible enough, and likable enough, all of this is your own fault."

"You had such a good and enviable time, but you destroyed it yourself."

"But there's no other way. A beast like you shouldn't be loved by people. Death under the punishment of God is the end you should have."

not like this.

Fu Tong's face turned pale, and there was a shriek in his ears, piercing his head and chest pain. He covered his ears fiercely, not wanting to hear any more words, but it was useless, let him try harder, those malicious voices Still penetrated clearly.

"Actually, Fu Qianyuan has been tired of you for a long time, but he didn't say it out. You see how nice he is, and he left you with the last bit of dignity."

not like this.

"What kind of expression do you have? Don't you believe it? Heh, in fact, you know better than anyone else, right? You are just a dispensable existence to him. When he needs you, he can come and tease you. When he doesn't need you, it's natural. Abandoned like shoes,"

not like this.

"What's the use of forcing him to stay? He will leave one day, and he won't come back when he leaves. You still have nothing."

"Don't you understand? No one loves you, little monster."

not like this!

Everything before Fu Tong's eyes was completely covered in blood, and he couldn't see anything. The evil spirit overflowed from him continuously, breaking through the light of merit and virtue, and instantly enveloped the entire tomb.

Black mist of evil spirit billowed in the tomb.

In the darkness, Fu Tong stood up straight, his eyes were scarlet, and he spoke in a hoarse voice like a ghost crawling out of purgatory.

"you."

"Shut up for me."