He walked slowly forward in the fog.

It was a strange fog, and it only extended forward from the position of his chest, like a white cloth pulled apart. The area above his chest was so clear that his vision could reach far away. It was a strange fog that split the world he saw into two parts, half clearly visible, half immersed in a thick fog.

His feet moved forward slowly, he knew what he was looking for, but he was at a loss. Most of his body was soaked in the fog, with only his head and shoulders exposed. He waved his hand to dispel something, and the fog swirled back and forth between his waving arms.

He walked slowly, and he walked with a sense of wandering. He himself couldn't even feel the movement of his feet as he walked, so he was a little suspicious of his movement at the moment. He lowered his head, but he could not see his feet, and the fog was so thick that it seemed to take shape, as if the clouds in the sky had fallen, and he was floating in the clouds. He looked up at the sky, where the stars twinkled silently, and a hooked moon was sprinkling the cold moonlight down. Under the dark blue sky, the two worlds of black and white coexisted in his sight. He thought that he should have been afraid of the dark, but at this moment, the dark world was clearly reflected in his eyes, and in the white mist, he did not know what was hidden.

An old tree with only two branches left in his sight came into view. He thought that it was not winter, so how could the leaves of the trees fall off? He walked to the edge of the dead tree, and when he reached out and touched the trunk, he immediately understood that the tree was dead. Some sorrow crept inexorably from my heart, and soon became unstoppable.

He wept in the fog and gradually forgot his fears. He thought that everything will die, and death is not a painful thing, it is a law of the operation of the Heavenly Dao. But he still had to stop grieving.

It was only himself who grieved.

At this time, he thought that there should have been a woman by his side, and he loved that woman so much that he couldn't allow anyone to hurt her in the slightest. But she was now gone, leaving him alone in this strange fog.

That's when he finally remembered what he was looking for.

- Look for Fang Rou.

He couldn't remember how he had been separated from Fang Rou, as if it was just a blink of an eye, Fang Rou disappeared from him. He can't go home alone, and if there is no woman at home, he will have to bear the desolation and loneliness of a room alone. Those loneliness had tormented him beyond recognition for so long years.

- Fang Rou, Fang Rou, where are you?

He continued to move forward, moving more gently, like a boat sailing on the water, and like a fish swimming in the water. At this time, it seemed that the wind was blowing, and the fog was blown up, blurring his vision. He carefully discerned the direction of the wind, and suddenly, a small two-story building with wide ridges and cornices appeared in front of him.

Xiao Lou appeared very suddenly, as if he had been following him just now, and now he suddenly turned in front of him. He stared at the small building, the lower half of the small building was hidden in the fog, but he could still feel its thick and heavy, and the exposed green bricks had turned dark because of their age. The windows of the small building have patterned latticework, and the glass is pasted with colored window paper, which faintly reveals a faint light, and the window paper is brightly colored.

He walked to the door, which was two vermilion wooden doors with two beast rings hanging from them.

He tried to knock on the door, but it creaked open, and the sound sounded in the silence of the night, grim and terrifying. He looked through the door, and it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. He was hesitating to go in when Fang Rou's voice came from inside the door.

It was Fang Rou's voice, he listened attentively, but he couldn't hear what Fang Rou was shouting. But hearing Fang Rou's voice was enough, he didn't think much about it anymore and strode into the threshold.

There was no fog in the room, and the darkness in the room disappeared as soon as he stepped in.

Candlelight, many candles, lit up, and the room was surrounded by shadowy shadows, but the middle was already illuminated. The moment the candlelight lit up, he gasped lowly, only to feel that the blood in his body was coagulated in an instant, and the cold air rose from the soles of his feet little by little, quickly freezing his whole body.

What did he see in the house?

- Woman. There are women everywhere. ** women. The woman was lying on the ground, and there was some dark liquid flowing slowly on her snow-white skin.

He stopped in horror, convinced that the women in the room were dead. But they were obviously not long dead, their features were still vivid, their skin was not yet blue, and the slowly flowing blood seemed to be hot.

His whole body stiffened, and his heart was captured by great fear. He didn't know whether to move on or leave the house. But at this moment, Fang Rou's crying sound fluttered in the room again. He immediately looked around, carefully discerning the source of the sound, but it was extremely ethereal, as if it was near him, and as if it was far away from him.

He was at a loss, his forehead was already sweating like rain, and his feet seemed to be infused with a thousand pounds of weight, and it was difficult to move a single point. He could only call Fang Rou's name loudly, loudly, hoarsely.

- Fang Rou! Fang Rou! Where are you?

His calls were answered by some sharper cries, and his eyes widened in disbelief of his eyes. The female corpses on the ground slowly crawled up, and the screams came out of their mouths. The female corpses were naked and approached him, and he could clearly see that on their white and smooth skin, there were some deep cuts that cut through their chests and lower abdomen. At the moment, they opened the wound with both hands and played with some organs in their hands. Their eyes all burst out with green light, staring at the man in front of them, some of them screaming, and smiling and approaching him step by step.

He felt some force uncontrollable, and some liquid ran down his trousers.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't take a step, he wanted to scream loudly, and a pair of cold hands had already grabbed his neck. He was already surrounded by numerous female corpses. A sticky mass was thrown in his face, and he recognized it as a beating heart. More organs were thrown at him, and he covered his face with his hands, but he still couldn't stop it. Many hands were clasping parts of his body, and he could hear his bones being torn and muscles being torn apart.

He couldn't open his eyes, and some scarlet color had filled his eyes.

Finally, he felt a chill in his chest, a strong tear in his body, a fire of intense pain, and he could feel his heart being torn down. He became a heartless man.

Those white and cold hands were still tearing at his body, tearing off a muscle and throwing it aside.

He struggled to break free from them, with pain, with fear in his heart, and the hands lifted him up and threw him out heavily.

The time of the fall was unexpected, and he kept falling downward. He could feel the speed of the wind in his ears and the flickering of some light and shadow...... He woke up, sweat soaking the quilt.

The night was silent, the wind was still, and he opened his frightened eyes in the darkness, as if he were discerning where he was, and as if he was glad to have escaped from a nightmare.

In the middle of the night, he let out a long breath, and the person became relaxed. It was just a dream, and although the contents of the dream are still vivid, a dream is a dream, and when you wake up from the dream, the contents of it are no longer there.

He thought of Fang Rou in his dream, and immediately turned around and stared at the woman sleeping next to the pillow.

Fang Rou was sleeping very quietly at the moment, and her slightly pale face was peaceful. This is a beautiful little woman, with delicate and fair skin, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and long hair on the pillow that is soft and shiny, and a little messy at the moment.

He reached out and straightened her hair, and the hand was on the woman's face.

"Fang Rou, I will never lose you, never." He whispered, his hand sliding over the woman's cheek and onto her neck. His lips leaned over and kissed hers.

Fang Rou seemed to be sleeping very deadly, unaware of his caresses.

He had gradually become excited, and his hand reached into the quilt and stroked her **. The woman's ** is cold, but it is extremely soft and textured. He used to be very infatuated with Fang Rou's **, and liked to hold it in the palm of his hand even when he was sleeping. Now, they were surging in his palm again.

He smiled, Fang Rou was really lying beside him at the moment, what else did he have to worry about?

He continued to kiss the woman, his hand slowly downward.

Suddenly, he stopped his movements, and his eyebrows furrowed instantly.

He slowly lifted the quilt, and Fang Rou appeared in front of him.

On Fang Rou's bare lower abdomen, there was a long wound, the wound was as ugly as a snake, crooked as if it was about to swim immediately.

He was terrified, and the scene in his dream appeared before him again. His eyes wandered around, and by the moonlight, he saw that the table next to the bed was full of bottles and cans. He remembered that the bottles and cans were filled with Fang Rou's internal organs.

At this point, all the memories became clear.

He thought that Fang Rou was actually dead, and it was he who dissected her body with his own hands.