Zhuang Yi was shocked by his own idea, Xue Chan had already drunk the water in the bottle, and suddenly seemed to be awake, no longer lying on all fours, stood up, turned his head suddenly, and looked at Fang Youning.

Fang Youning was so frightened that he hid behind the three pigs: "She...... She...... What is she going to do again! ”

Xue Chan glanced at Fang Youning, then looked at the dead chickens outside the pigsty, and walked over.

Xue Yun wanted to hold her from behind, but she threw her to the ground.

Zhuang Yi didn't stop Xue Chan, he was curious about what Xue Chan would do next, so he only put away the big kitchen knife on the ground in advance.

Xue Chan didn't react to Zhuang Yi's move of picking up the kitchen knife, walked straight to the dead chicken, carried the dead chicken that had been chopped into several large pieces, and threw it into the pigsty with an expressionless face.

Fang Youning was in a cold place, and he was hit on the head by a dead chicken, drenched in blood, and screamed again.

Zhuang Yi frowned slightly, and asked Xue Yundao: "Who are you playing?" ”

Xue Yun shook his head: "I don't know either." ”

After Xue Chan threw the dead chicken, she stayed in place for a while, motionless, like a wooden stake.

Fang Youning has had enough, since he approached this pigsty, he has been in constant decline, covered in his own blood, chicken blood, and the filth on the pig's body, as embarrassed as he is. He leaned against the wall and walked towards the door of the pigsty, wanting to stay away from the pigsty and the crazy woman, but as soon as he stepped out of the pigsty, Xue Chan suddenly woke up, "Ahhh The ground screamed, and ran frantically out of the pigsty.

Fang Youning, who was standing by the door, was pushed by Xue Chan and fell to the ground, his head smashed on the fence of the pigsty, and his skin was broken.

"What the hell is going on!" Fang Youning shouted.

Zhuang Yi patted the unlucky brother's shoulder: "Take care of yourself." ”

After speaking, he chased after Xue Chan, leaving Fang Youning's complaints far behind.

Xue Chan ran extremely fast, and Zhuang Yi even wondered if her madness had opened up some awakening power to some extent, wasn't it that ordinary madmen would have a lot of strength.

Xue Chan ran wildly in the courtyard of the Xue family, ignoring the pouring rain as if it were nothing. Zhuang Yi was worried that Xue Chan would run out of the door of Xue's house, so he smashed the stick in his hand at the courtyard door with precision, closing the courtyard door.

Xue Chan didn't seem to have any intention of running out of the courtyard, she ran through the courtyard screaming, rushed into a room, and then didn't make a sound.

Zhuang Yi immediately entered the room.

The room is not big, there are some miscellaneous items neatly piled up everywhere, but there is an easel in the center, and a thick stack of painting paper is stacked on the easel, Xue Chan is sitting in front of the easel, grabbing a pen and drawing something, ignoring his intrusion at all.

Xue Chan's expression was focused, her facial muscles were twisted, her eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to tremble. She drew as she scribbled, tearing off the paper and throwing it on the ground.

Zhuang Yi looked at the painting paper spread on the ground, the brushstrokes were messy, showing the painter's panicked heart, the painting method was rough, some could not see what she was painting at all, several pieces of paper seemed to be just meaninglessly blackened, but most of the drawing paper was trying their best to outline some concrete pictures.

The little girl with a frightened face, the black shadow that pounced on the little girl viciously, the woman lying in a pool of blood, and the unburned lamp and candle next to her......

Xue Chan was painting that night.

But the perspective of her paintings is all objective, as if she were just a passerby who stood by and witnessed this tragedy.

Xue Chan's painting ability is average, many of which were actually guessed by Zhuang Yi, and he also learned a lot of what happened that night from Wang Jiaguo.

The content of the paper torn from the easel became more and more intense, and the little girl opened her mouth frantically as if screaming, and her eyes were full of helplessness and despair.

Xue Chan's psychological self-protection did not allow her to completely objectively reproduce the scene at that time, and in her pen, only five black shadows were drawn and all pressed on the little girl, pressing the little girl to the point that she could barely breathe.

Suddenly, one of the outermost dark shadows fell.

Zhuang Yi was excited in his heart, and the next part must be the truth that no one else knows except Tan Wenjie, Qian Peng, Feng Damin and Xue Chan.

Xue Chan didn't draw a black shadow because he was attacked by something, but only drew a smaller black shadow on the black shadow's neck.

Then the little thing swooped down on another black shadow like a jumping spider.

Seeing this, the remaining three black shadows fled in panic.

The ghostly little thing was chasing after it like an unbroken ghost, and when it was about to bite one of them, a black shadow next to it stretched out its hand to block it, and seemed to hold a stick in its hand, knocking the little thing to the ground.

Taking advantage of this, the three black shadows fled frantically.

Zhuang Yi understood this part, and it must have been Feng Damin who was almost bitten, and it was Qian Peng who blocked him for him.

What made him feel strange was that Xue Chan actually remembered these small details so clearly.

The little thing didn't chase after it anymore, it turned back, continued to bite at the two black shadows that had fallen in a pool of blood, and then raised its head and stared at it.

Here Xue Chan used the subjective perspective for the first time, the subjective perspective of the little girl is also the subjective perspective of the painter, Zhuang Yi is now looking at the painting, and it seems that he also feels the chill of the ghostly little monster staring at him.

Xue Chan still didn't draw the characteristics of the little monster, it was still a black shadow with a head and feet, except for the eyes, Xue Chan left two white places, and only drew a thin line in the middle, making them look like cat's eyes.

Zhuang Yi's heart jumped: Could the little monster be one of the pure-bloods, half-bloods or dark blue species?

On the next piece of paper, the little monster was already biting at the little girl, but was hit by a ray of light.

The little monster fell to the ground, and the black on its body fell to the ground, showing the appearance of a small baby.

A man came over and picked up the little baby and the frightened little girl.

Xue Chan's frantically swung strokes suddenly slowed down, and the expression on her face seemed to soften.

Zhuang Yi walked over and looked at the drawing paper she was painting.

I saw that on the drawing paper, Xue Chan was carefully depicting the appearance of a person, the contours of the face, the eyebrows, the eyes, the nose, and even the slight smile at the corners of the mouth.

Xue Chan's painting ability is not good, but Zhuang Yi can guess who this person is.

Maybe only this person, the person who has always lived in the depths of Xue Chan's heart, can let Xue Chan's devastated heart gain a trace of tranquility in such stormy days.

The thunder outside the window has stopped, and the rain has become much lighter, Xue Chan finished painting the appearance of the person, stopped the pen, and was stunned for a long time, suddenly seemed to have saved something, looked around, and when he saw Zhuang Yi behind him, he was slightly stunned, and then his face was full of smiles.

"Brother Zhuang."

Zhuang Yi was silent for a moment, and finally replied with a smile: "Hmm." ”

It can be regarded as a response for his father, which has been separated by more than 20 years