The House of Everything I Created

Lin Yi walked over and put a basket of fruit on the bedside table.

"I heard you were attacked?"

Ai Qing looked at Lin Yi woodenly. Seeing that Lin Yi was fine, a surge of anger rose in his heart.

An evil thought filled his heart, "Why are you okay?"

But the next moment, he regained his sanity and suppressed the despicable thoughts in his heart.

"This has nothing to do with others. He also reminded me that I was careless."

Feeling the anger, shame and fear of the future in his heart, Ai Qing's face became miserable.

His eyes dimmed again involuntarily, and he didn't know what to say.

"Yes."

After a long time, he only uttered this one word.

Lin Yi looked at Ai Qing's eyes and immediately noticed his initial resentment and the change in his expression.

He immediately grasped the changes in Ai Qing's heart.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Wu Changqing also came to see me, but he is dead. You should have a good rest."

"As long as you are alive, there will always be a chance."

After leaving this sentence, Lin Yi did not stay for long, stood up and turned to leave.

When Ai Qing heard Lin Yi's words, his whole body was shocked, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, "Dead? He is dead?"

Hearing that the culprit who hurt him so badly was dead.

Ai Qing was a little confused for a while, and he didn't know what his mood was.

The joy of the death of the great enemy, the loss after revenge, or the despair of the future.

When he came to his senses, Lin Yi had left.

Looking at the empty ward, Ai Qing's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears could not stop flowing.

He thought of his life. He was an orphan since childhood and grew up in an orphanage.

He worked hard to study and finally got into college. He worked and studied at the same time. After he came out, he became a newspaper reporter.

Because he was born an orphan, he had seen too much misery and injustice.

So he vowed in his heart that he must make the darkness known to the world.

He wanted the world to be full of justice. He tried hard to find out all kinds of secrets and expose all kinds of shady things.

He had suffered many death threats.

In order to avoid death, he even invested his savings in the martial arts school to learn martial arts.

In a short time, he rushed into the state of penetrating the body. Even the teacher of the martial arts school said that he was a genius and asked him to practice martial arts well.

But Ai Qing, who was obsessed with justice, continued to devote himself to his journalism career more attentively after his martial arts breakthrough.

He uncovered more shady cases and exposed the darkness, becoming the most famous justice reporter in Honglian City.

Tears blurred his eyes, raised his hand, and Ai Qing wanted to wipe his tears.

But the severe pain in his right hand made him suddenly remember that he had no fingers on his right hand.

Feeling his amputated legs and the right palm without five fingers, Ai Qing could no longer bear it.

"Woo woo"

Even a man of iron could not withstand this kind of pain. There was only grief and unbearable despair in his heart.

Immersed in grief and despair, negative emotions grew in Ai Qing's heart.

In his body, a dark green smoke was like a greedy poisonous snake.

It devoured all the negative emotions in his heart.

The dark green smoke grew slowly, and it might take root and sprout in the future.

The painful Ai Qing was like a magnet, with a strange magic.

In the Honglian Gynecological Hospital, a trace of inexplicable black and subtle resentment permeated from the air and melted into his body silently.

These resentments were very subtle, each one was different, and some unformed things flashed in the resentment.

After the resentment entered his body, it was quickly swallowed by the dark green smoke.

The dark green smoke was like spider silk, spreading to Ai Qing's whole body.

The air flowing in his body was also being integrated into this dark green smoke, making the air in his body more and more weird.

After ten minutes, Ai Qing was a little tired of crying, and the grief in his heart almost disappeared.

Lying on the bed helplessly, he felt that his heart was empty, nothing.

Hope, happiness, resentment, anger were gone, like an empty shell.

Fatigue attacked his body, and he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ai Qing, who was asleep, didn't know that after the dark green smoke in his body absorbed all kinds of resentment, negative emotions and qi, strange changes began to occur.

It took root in Ai Qing's dantian, slowly gathered, and turned into a ring that seemed to be there and not there.

The ring rotated rapidly, and the inside became more and more dark green, and finally turned into a pitch black.

A trace of strange power diffused from it, flowed into Ai Qing's body, and diffused into his brain and spirit.

In a psychedelic dream, Ai Qing ran in the dark with a pale face.

Wu Changqing's shadow was everywhere, and he was filled with dark green light, chasing Ai Qing.

From time to time, Ai Qing would be caught by Wu Changqing and then suffered inhumane torture.

Waves of mental pain invaded Ai Qing.

"No, why, it hurts so much, go to hell, go to hell."

The pain continued, Ai Qing struggled in the psychedelic dream.

Every time he fainted from torture, Ai Qing would appear in the dream intact.

This place has become a nightmare that cannot be left.

Ai Qing's consciousness is getting clearer and clearer, but because of this clarity, the pain he suffers becomes more real.

"Why am I here, what exactly is this place."

"Why is Wu Changqing here? Didn't the manager of the Wanshiwu say he was dead?"

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Ai Qing was going crazy, asking himself frantically.

A familiar, cold, and morbid voice sounded in his ears, "I found you."

Countless dark green silk threads tied Ai Qing up again, and the cruel torture began again, again and again.

Ai Qing on the bed had a distorted face and his body was shaking. Two nurses came in from outside.

They looked at Ai Qing, whose face was distorted and in pain, and shook their heads.

The younger of the two nurses couldn't bear to watch, "It's so tragic, how could he be tortured like this."

The older one shook her head, "I don't know, I guess he offended someone."

"He was closest to our hospital last night, so the hospital sent an ambulance there."

"The doctors who came back were all frightened by his miserable condition, and they could only dissect his legs after working for a long time."

"Not even one of the five fingers on his right hand could be preserved, his life is probably over."

"I heard that he was a reporter, and he was quite righteous, and he reported many illegal events."

"What a pity, good people don't live long."

The young nurse heard this, and a trace of empathy and pain appeared in her eyes.

At this time, the older nurse took out Ai Qing's left hand and replaced his new IV.