"Where are you taking me?"
Jiang Zhi followed the person in front of him up the steps, feeling impatient but not showing it on his face.
Yan Xingyue said nothing.
Looking at the thin figure in front of him, Jiang Zhi fell silent.
He had always felt that Yan Xingyue was older than him. Later, when he found out from Xiang Fengyu that Yan Xingyue was the same age as him, he couldn't explain the shock in his heart.
Even though this man kidnapped him and threatened his mother, Jiang Zhi was surprised to find that he still couldn't feel any disgust towards him.
He even doubted his sexual orientation, but every time he tried to imagine himself and Yan Xingyue hugging each other, he would get nauseated goosebumps all over his body.
From this point of view, he is not bent.
While they were thinking, the two of them had arrived at the top floor.
Yan Xingyue stood at the door of a room, turned to Jiang Zhi and said, "Open the door."
Jiang Zhi didn't do what he thought, grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open.
At that moment, the smell of decay and staleness hit his face, with a faint smell of nausea, making Jiang Zhi retching unconsciously.
But after he saw the room clearly, Jiang Zhi vomited it out.
This room looks like a completely different world from the outside.
The walls and ceiling were covered with densely packed characters written in cinnabar. The lines were twisted and strange, making one's scalp numb after looking at them for a long time.
But these are not the most obvious.
Jiang Zhi looked at the thing in the center of the room... it could also be said to be a person.
His limbs were so shriveled that only a layer of skin was left hanging on the skeleton. A piece of his head was missing, but it wasn't bloody. After all, he had already turned into a mummy.
He was hung up, and his hands and feet were nailed to the wall with long and thick nails. There was a magic circle painted on his feet, which was bright red and not like cinnabar.
Jiang Zhi covered his mouth and took a step back.
Something was loaded on his back, and a pale hand put on his shoulder.
A hoarse voice sounded in his ears, but it was not directed at Jiang Zhi.
"Father, your other son has come to see you."
After understanding the meaning of this sentence, it seemed as if a big hand appeared out of thin air and pinched Jiang Zhi's heart, squeezing and squeezing...
His stomach dropped.
"What's the meaning."
For a moment, Jiang Zhi wondered if he couldn't understand Chinese anymore.
However, Yan Xingyue didn't give him any chance to escape.
He reached out and grabbed his collar and dragged him to the mummy that was nailed here forever.
"Haven't you always wanted to know who your biological father is?"
"I brought you to see him, you're welcome."
Jiang Zhi was pulled by him, and his originally bloodless face turned red.
"you---"
The strange smell penetrated Jiang Zhi's nose, making his stomach churn.
It was also at this time that he intuitively felt that something was going to happen that would subvert his three views.
Under various stimulations, Jiang Zhi had already fainted by the time Yan Xingyue dragged him to the mummy.
Looking at Jiang Zhi with his eyes closed and his face as pale as a ghost, Yan Xingyue let go and threw the person to the ground.
The sound of "boom" makes the back of my head hurt just by listening to it.
Yan Xingyue sneered softly, looking at the mummy in front of him with deep sarcasm in his eyes.
"see it?"
"The child you loved so much back then was frightened and fainted when I saw you after so many years."
After saying that, the smile on his lips disappeared. He looked coldly at the 'person' in front of him and whispered: "You are so disgusting now, father."
After saying that, he bent down, lifted Jiang Zhi up, and walked out.
...
Xiang Fengyu lay flat on the sofa with his hands folded, staring at the ceiling.
"How long has it been, why haven't you come down yet..."
"Did Yan Xingyue kill Jiang Zhi?"
"No way...if he wanted to kill him, he would have killed him earlier. He wouldn't have waited until now."
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard a voice from the spiral staircase, and she sat up in excitement.
"Yueyue?"
Seeing him throwing something over, Xiang Fengyu's eyes widened.
"Jiang Zhi is out of breath."
"Damn it, Yueyue, your skills are so good that you didn't even bleed at all."
Xiang Fengyu took out his cell phone, lay on the ground and took a photo with the 'dead' Jiang Zhi.
"It was my first time to take pictures with a corpse, so I was a little nervous."
Jiang Zhi opened his eyes in confusion.
Dingyan: I woke up early, Xiang Fengyu even thought about where to bury you.
"Well---"
Before Xiang Fengyu could comment on his act of pretending to be a corpse, Jiang Zhi covered his stomach and bent over and began to vomit.
Seeing how miserable he looked, Xiang Fengyu became even more curious about what Yan Xingyue had done to him.
Xiaobu moved next to the other person, not caring about the little embarrassment between the two in the past few days. She asked quietly: "Yueyue, what did you do to him?"
Yan Xingyue looked at her sideways: "Want to know?"
Xiang Fengyu nodded: "You want to eat the fried and baked chicken with truffle, hazel and mushroom?"
"I'll tell you after I help you once."
Xiang Fengyu, who understood exactly what 'gang' meant: "..."
"You have changed..." Xiang Fengyu complained.
Yan Xingyue nodded: "I have changed."
Xiang Fengyu pursed his lips: "Then you are happy alone, what should I do?"
Yan Xingyue was silent for a moment.
"What do you want."
Xiang Fengyu stood up on tiptoes and whispered into his ear.
Yan Xingyue's eyes turned away, and his ears under his broken hair turned crimson for a moment.
"……good."
Jiang Zhi, who was vomiting over there, said: "..."
哦，小情侣间的悄悄话，很正常哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈天杀的老子要把你们都鲨了。
"Can you tell me now?"
Xiang Fengyu winked at him to please him, grabbed Yan Xingyue's arm and shook it back and forth.
"Took him to see my father."
Xiang Fengyu:? ? ?
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Then...he knows that you and him are..."
Just as Yan Xingyue was about to speak, he felt a pulling sensation under his feet.
Jiang Zhi knelt on the ground, holding his trousers tightly with his fingers, looking at him intently: "Say... clearly..."
Seeing this, Xiang Fengyu sneaked away quietly, intending to pour Jiang Zhi a glass of water.
Give the two of you some time alone.
Yan Xingyue lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Zhi's miserable appearance on the ground, and suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw Jiang Zhi.
His father, who was originally admired by him, turned out to be the source of destruction for the family overnight. Young Yan Xingyue followed his distraught mother, thinking about having a manly conversation with his father.
When he makes up his mind to do something for this family, what awaits...
But it was the little boy standing behind his father, peeping his head.
Compared to Yan Xingyue, who was becoming silent day by day, the young Jiang Zhi's face looked pure and scary.
Yan Zhaiwen pulled the other party out and asked Yan Xingyue to call his brother.
That child liked Yan Xingyue the first time he saw him and took the initiative to come out from behind his father and want to hold his hand.
Yan Xingyue looked at her completely collapsed mother and reached out to push the little boy.
But what awaited him was a merciless slap from his father who loved him in the past.
Pulling away from the memories, Yan Xingyue looked down at Jiang Zhi on the ground.
"You need to be more clear."
"younger brother."
Holding back the nauseating disgust in his heart, Yan Xingyue called out the title in a cold voice.
