Song Qiutang was wrapping herself tightly in a blanket. She huddled in the corner, holding a submachine gun in her hand under the blanket.
After being taken out of the yard by Luo Yan, the two of them moved to this dark, run-down building.
The small building seemed to have been burned by fire, everything was pitch black, and the environment was much worse than before.
What's even worse is that Luo Yan left her and went out alone just now, saying he was cleaning some things.
As soon as Luo Yan left, she was even more afraid to sleep.
Listening to the wind outside, she could only pray that Luo Yan would come back soon.
Her prayer seemed to be heard by the gods, and not long after, she heard Luo Yan's footsteps.
Song Qiutang knew that Luo Yan deliberately let him hear it.
Otherwise, with his ability, it wouldn't be that difficult to sneak in quietly.
Sure enough, the door opened.
Luo Yan walked in holding a flashlight.
"It's done, you can sleep peacefully next."
Luo Yan put the 'Dragon Elephant' in the corner, sat down, folded his hands, and seemed to be planning to lie down and take a nap.
Song Qiutang looked around and said, "Can't we go back to the previous house?"
"At least there are tents there."
Sure enough, Luo Yan lay down on the ground covered with hay, fully clothed, leaned against the 'Dragon Elephant', closed his eyes and said, "You can go back if you want."
"But it's a little dirty in there now."
Song Qiutang asked casually: "How dirty is it?"
"Well, there are probably thirty corpses lying inside and outside the yard." Luo Yan answered with his eyes closed.
Song Qiutang suddenly felt the urge to curse.
Thirty corpses.
He just went out for a while and killed so many people?
Song Qiutang felt weak and huddled in the corner: "Then I'd better stay here."
She didn't want to sleep in the same place as thirty corpses.
Luo Yan ignored her this time, and soon Song Qiutang heard even breathing.
She knew that Luo Yan was asleep.
For a moment, Song Qiutang envied Luo Yan's ability to sleep while lying down.
But she didn't know that Luo Yan was not asleep yet.
He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing in preparation for falling asleep.
But he's not asleep yet.
Luo Yan feels a little uncomfortable now.
It wasn't that killing those people made him feel bad.
When the bald man and the others left the ancestral hall, Luo Yan was already with them, so he listened to what those men said word for word.
Since these men wanted to kill him, Luo Yan would not have any psychological burden by cutting them off.
But since leaving the Juju base, Luo Yan has been feeling a little uncomfortable.
At first he thought he was sick.
But soon, he realized that this discomfort seemed to originate from the mental aspect.
On this day, Luo Yan always felt in a trance from time to time and couldn't concentrate, as if he was a little depressed after staying up all night.
This makes him sometimes not think clearly, just like a dusty window. He can see what is outside the window, but because of the dust, he can't always see clearly enough.
Luo Yan suspected that this had something to do with the demon monk crossing the sky.
Although he withstood the monk's death blow, he felt very uncomfortable at the time.
It felt like someone had poured a bucket of dirty water on him, which made him feel sick.
Coupled with being in a trance and having unclear thoughts, these signs only appeared after leaving the chrysanthemum picking base.
This deepened Luo Yan's thoughts.
Get some sleep first.
Will see again tomorrow.
Saying this to himself, Luo Yan relaxed his spirit and fell asleep.
He didn't know how long it took before he felt a warmth and then heard a familiar voice shouting.
"Xiao Yan, wake up Xiao Yan."
Luo Yan's eyelids moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he saw bright sunlight streaming in from the window with grilles.
The infinite light swept away the gloom in his heart.
Luo Yan yawned and propped himself up.
Suddenly startled.
Instead of a haystack, he was lying on a bed covered with sheets.
The body was covered with a quilt with stitching marks, and there was a bookmarked book next to it.
Luo Yan looked around.
The wardrobe covered with cartoon stickers was half-covered, and the unfolded school uniforms fell out; on the table next to him, the homework he wrote last night was not put away, and a second-hand mobile phone flashed green, reminding Luo Yan that the battery was low. full.
There is a photo hanging on the wall next to the door. In the photo, Luo Yan is only ten years old, being held by a plainly dressed woman, who was his mother when he was young.
Luo Yan felt dazed again.
This house, this scene.
He knew it all too well.
This is his bedroom at home.
Then there was a knock on the door.
After ringing three times, the door was opened.
A woman walked in: "Are you awake?"
"Go and brush your teeth as soon as you get up."
"Look at you, the windows are not open, so there is no air circulation."
"Go and wash up. Today, Sunday, I will clean your room."
"You can go to the supermarket later and buy some dumpling wrappers and lean meat. Let's make dumplings at noon."
"What, you haven't woken up yet?"
"You're not sick, are you?"
The woman who kept talking non-stop stretched out her hand and pressed it on Luo Yan's forehead. The warm palm made Luo Yan hug the figure in front of him tightly.
I'm afraid it's just a dream.
"This kid's forehead isn't hot either."
"If you're not sick, get out of bed immediately."
"You are so old and still acting like a spoiled brat, you are not ashamed."
As she said this, the woman's mouth was filled with a smile, her eyes were soft, and her hands with already rough skin gently rubbed Luo Yan's hair.
Luo Yan could feel the breath on her body, and this fresh breath told him that this was not a dream.
This is not a dream.
But wasn’t my mother taken away by a car from the Behemoth Strategy Mansion?
Moreover, wasn’t his home destroyed by a natural disaster from a giant beast?
The most important thing is, how could he suddenly return home when he was with Song Qiutang?
A series of questions made Luo Yan suddenly let go of his hand and jumped to the ground.
Then he opened the divine treasure.
This may be some kind of hallucination.
My own 'Silver Eyes of Peeping' can see through all illusions. As long as the divine treasure is opened, I will know whether it is reality or a dream.
"What are you doing, so surprised?" The woman frowned slightly, and then began to fold the quilt.
Then seeing Luo Yan dumbfounded, the woman couldn't help but laugh: "You kid, have you fallen asleep?"
She stood up and pushed Luo Yan out of the door: "Go wash your face and wake up."
She had no idea how shocked Luo Yan was now.
Shen Zang cannot be activated.
Or rather, it disappeared!
In Luo Yan's eyes, the world did not turn into a simple drawing.
It still has rich colors and layers, rather than being outlined with black strokes.
Luo Yan quickly ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
This look.
He froze.
In the mirror was a boy of thirteen or fourteen who had just entered junior high school.
Black hair, brown eyes, warm eyes, no murderous intent.
This, is this me?
