sunk in yesterday

Feng Yongxin's distorted and deformed face was pierced with a few pieces of glass, but the blood that flowed out had a rotten smell.

His voice was sinister, but his pupils were dull, and he stood up stiffly like a puppet.Xia Zhuo was still immersed in the shock of those words, when he gathered his energy and wanted to run, a dozen pale hands suddenly stretched out from under the floor of Pingcheng, blocking all the roads in all directions, if he accidentally tripped will then be dragged into the abyss.

With the movement of getting up, another large stream of blood gushed out from under the knife, and Xia Zhuo's body cells were poked by needles to remind him that the situation was critical, but the road was blocked, his body was not as sensitive as before, and the possibility of escape was also very small. Almost cut off.

His mind was a little dull, and he asked blankly, "Who are you calling?"

Already faintly had an answer in his heart, but he couldn't believe the second half of the other party's sentence.

It’s okay to kill an aborigine in a dream, but if it’s in reality, in the past, the crime of killing someone is like a huge bell framed him, and the whole person is haunted by silent noise.

Feng Yongxin was still giggling, his bright red mouth had already taken up half of his face, and the upper eyes and nose were displaced, making him look more like an ugly inhuman monster.

"Of course it's you...Young master of the Xia family, how could I forget it. I remember clearly, when you stabbed me back then, it hurt so much..."

His voice was very soft, passing by his ears like a gust of wind, without leaving any trace.But Xia Zhuo seemed to be choked by the throat, a sudden chill rushed up the soles of his feet, freezing all the blood in his body.

Feng Yongxin grabbed his arm, and his sharp nails were instantly embedded in his skin. The pain made Xia Zhuo wake up.The hands at his feet touched his trouser legs, and wrapped around his ankles through a thin cloth, pinning him to the spot when he was distracted, unable to struggle at all.

"Look, it's this wound..."

As the distance narrowed, Xia Zhuo's terrified expression was clearly reflected in his eyes. Feng Yongxin seemed to be very pleased with the despair revealed in his pupils. When he was excited, his facial muscles twitched violently. He led his hand morbidly and touched it all the way to your lower abdomen.

The slippery and sticky touch under the palm made Xia Zhuo sick for a while, the blade had completely sunk into the body, leaving only the handle exposed.The blood stained his hands, and there were pieces of rotten meat attached, as if pressing on some kind of living internal organs.

The voice in my ear echoed like a ghost: "This is your masterpiece..."

Feng Yongxin was still talking about how he killed himself and how painful the death process was.But Xia Zhuo couldn't listen to a single word. Some fragments seemed to flash in his mind, and the moment these fragments emerged, the layout of the room that was originally invisible gradually appeared in front of him one by one.

This place is slightly different from the guest room. Its furniture is more refined. There is an ordinary life photo hanging on the wall. The person looking into the camera is him with a bright smile.

This is not the first time that Xia Zhuo feels that his face is unfamiliar.

His gaze passed Feng Yongxin's shoulder, and he stared blankly at the photo frame behind him.

Blood dripped down the silver photo frame, and the smile of the person inside was erased little by little with an eraser, and he was looking at him with a sad expression.Slowly, the photo changed again. The person inside opened his dull eyes wide, with blood splattered on his face—it became a mirror, reflecting him right now.

A picture flashed through his mind.

As if he had received some kind of instruction, an unknown force brought his hand to the handle of the knife, and he pulled out the knife decisively under Feng Yongxin's astonished gaze.

Without the blockage, the blood in the wound surged out uncontrollably, and the twisted and twisted hands on the ground like snakes and insects frantically grabbed at him, wanting to swallow him like a sea wave.

"You're right." Xia Zhuo suddenly spoke.His voice was astringent, as if he was whispering lightly, "The process of dying is very painful."

Countless pale arms covered his body, pressing his head and grabbing his limbs, trying to restrain him.But he stood up straight, as if the terrifying weight hadn't affected him at all, the hand holding the knife rested firmly on Feng Yongxin's chest, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I thought I really forgot everything!" gone?"

What he picked up was not memory, but resentment.It was the first time he felt this kind of emotion, which was so heavy that it almost crushed him, pulling his soul and making him fall continuously into the darkness.

A piercing scream erupted from Feng Yongxin's mouth, and when the tip of the knife touched his body, he trembled violently.More hands hung down from the ceiling, pointing at Xia Zhuo together with the ones on the ground, as if chanting some spell: "Murderer, murderer, murderer..."

Noisy gibberish crawled into Xia Zhuo's body and kept colliding in his mind, as if to tear his soul apart.

He was startled to feel that he couldn't use his strength, and instead his heart beat faster and he was sweating from these thought-scrambling accusations.

Is this what I was afraid of before...

Xia Zhuo looked down at the blood-stained blade, but no matter how hard he tried, the knife could not pierce any more.

Feng Yongxin's trembling figure stabilized, and then he laughed crazily. The dense wounds on his face burst into bigger gashes. In just a few seconds, his skin turned a dazzling red, and only two pupils remained in the white of his eyes. Vertical slits.

"Have you finally remembered? It's useless, it's useless! Now you can't kill me at all... Goo."

His high voice faltered, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.Xia Zhuo heard the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air, and also heard the beating rhythm of his own heart buried under it.

Feng Yongxin fell straight down without uttering any screams, with a smile that could not fade away on his face.

As soon as the oppressive feeling on his body was loosened, Xia Zhuo quickly stepped aside.The moment the aborigine fell, he saw Guan Yuzhou directly behind him against the light.

The wet eyelashes drooped, covering the surging emotions in Guan Yuzhou's eyes, and the dark red blood crawled on his pale skin, bringing him a morbid flush.

Xia Zhuo looked at him motionless, the air was filled with an unpleasant rancid smell, and the eerie silence slowly enveloped the two of them.

After looking at each other for about ten seconds, Guan Yuzhou approached him.

The slender and beautiful hand was stained, but gently caressed Xia Zhuo's cheek, wiping away the blood that had accidentally splashed on his chin.

Xia Zhuo was shocked by the cold temperature of his fingertips, but Guan Yuzhou's eyes were still heavy, without any emotion, his fingers slid down and straightened his collar.

From the corner of Xia Zhuo's eyes, he could still see Feng Yongxin, who had fallen face to the ground. The fire ax pierced straight into his back, almost splitting him in half.

Hiss... This seems to be easier to use than the knife in his hand.There is no need to specifically aim at the position, just click and wave to finish the job.

"Can you go?" Guan Yuzhou looked down at him.

Xia Zhuo nodded numbly, and obediently put the knife into his pocket, completely different from the fierce face just now.

"Did you go out this morning?"

"Well, I went downstairs to get you breakfast. I didn't expect someone to take advantage of it in such a short time." Guan Yuzhou bent down, stepped on his lifeless body, and pulled the ax out with force with his wrist.

The sound of bones rubbing against the ax blade made Xia Zhuo's teeth sore, and at this moment, the opposite window was pushed open by a gust of wind.The curtains flew around like headless flies, and Feng Yongxin in a white coat stood in front of the window with his arms folded, watching their conversation calmly, even with a weird smile on his face.

Xia Zhuo's heart shrank suddenly, and he looked at his feet again. The person "killed" by Guan Yuzhou was gone, leaving only a puddle of stinky pus on the ground.

"Young master, I look forward to the time when you can kill me with your own hands." Feng Yongxin leaned on the window, his clothes were not stained with dust, and he did not see any blood stains. His mouth showed white teeth, and he smiled at him, as if he was really worried about that. happy for a moment.

After saying this, he leaned back and disappeared out of the window.

Guan Yuzhou looked at the direction in which he was leaving, his dark pupils were filled with a cold glint, and he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in now.

The gust of wind gradually subsided, and now it is definitely impossible to catch up through the window. Xia Zhuo touched the knife through his pocket and began to replay the game in his mind.

The strong negative emotions he felt just now were not fake, as if a corner of his memory had been pried open when he heard Feng Yongxin's words.Now that I think about it carefully, it doesn't look like some kind of fear, but more anger. It seems that Feng Yongxin has done something unforgivable to him, and even killing this person himself can't offset this resentment.

So, the appearance of Feng Yongxin is not because the dream captured his fear, but is it derived from some kind of knot in his heart that he can't solve?

Because this hatred cannot be erased, so Feng Yongxin will not really disappear?

What is the meaning of the so-called settlement by hand?

He pursed his lips, still not understanding something.

Just as he was having a headache because of this, there was a slight sound behind him.

Xia Zhuo suddenly came back to his senses, and found that the wall behind him was covered with the same photo frames. Feng Yongxin looked at him with a smile. Hundreds of thousands of photos opened their mouths together, and the stern voice echoed in the cold room: "Coo ...Gee...why resist? I will kill you next time...as long as you don't resist me, I promise you will feel any pain...hehe—"

"Bang"!

Guan Yuzhou swung the ax high and destroyed the original photo frame.

The collision of metals brought out sporadic sparks, and the high and low laughter gradually drifted away.

The light meter was finally activated.

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Xia Zhuo was dumbfounded, he blinked hard twice, but the line of garbled characters did not change.

What does this suggest? !

He looked at Guan Yuzhou suspiciously, wondering if something went wrong.

But at the same time he raised his head, darkness fell suddenly.

The sky outside the window was suddenly covered by a curtain, and a pitch-black mist fell from a high place, like insoluble ink, covering the entire summer house in just a few seconds.

There was no movement in Ruoda's space, and the whole area was as quiet as a tomb. They seemed to be locked in a cage that they couldn't get out of.