This night, Song Xiaocheng stayed at Huan Lingyu's house.

Originally, he just planned to find someone to confide in, but he didn't expect that things could make such great progress. Since Huan Lingyu came up with such an idea, Song Xiaocheng felt that he might as well give it a try.

Although it took a lot of effort to negotiate with his girlfriend Xiaoyu, in the end, at half past ten o'clock in the evening, Song Xiaocheng still finished washing and bathing, ready to "sleep well".

Huan Lingyu's house, at the door of the extremely weird bedroom, Huan Lingyu gave Song Xiaocheng a cup of warm milk with sugar.

"It is said to help with sleep. Huan Lingyu said.

"Gladly. ”

Song Xiaocheng took the sweet milk, drank it all, took a glass of water from a glass and rinsed his mouth, and walked into the bedroom with a bright red light. Almost as soon as he walked into the bedroom, Huan Lingyu closed the door behind him.

If he is usually at home, Song Xiaocheng prefers to let the skin of the whole body seamlessly touch the fabric of the sheets and quilts, and enjoy the soft touch of the cotton. But today is different.

He longed to "sleep" with socks and gloves and a mask on his face.

To be honest, Song Xiaocheng suspected that maybe since Huan Lingyu's grandmother died, the sheets and bedding in front of him had never been changed. Maybe even the old man took his last breath on this bed, after all, there was still a looming human figure on the sheets.

But Song Xiaocheng tried not to think about these things......

Just below him, close to his back, there used to lie a dying old man. Her bodily fluids and other secretions from her body seeped deep into this bed, and she eventually died in this bed, just under herself......

How could you not want to! To fall asleep in such a bed, it is really too difficult for Song Xiaocheng!

Song Xiaocheng swallowed his saliva deeply, feeling that his breathing was not very smooth. He closed his eyes hard, adjusted his breathing, and lay down on the pillow.

I don't know if the sweet milk really played a role, or because of the quiet atmosphere and slight smell in the house, Song Xiaocheng really fell asleep......

......

Family.

It was so homely.

Looking up at the ceiling, Song Xiaocheng felt that everything was so peaceful. I have lived a lifetime, I have endured a lifetime, and I can finally take a little rest.

Outside the house, there was the sound of a spatula stir-frying. It's my son who is stir-frying.

My son is also in his seventies this year. But Song Xiaocheng still insisted that he would only eat his son's fried dishes in this life. Anyone else—daughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law, she can't trust it.

Although it's a bit of a road, it seems a little old and troublesome, but I'm stubborn, and I want to be like this.

Perhaps, it is because I have lived too hard in this life. When he was fourteen years old, he passed the door and married in the Huan family, and when he was sixteen years old, his mother-in-law died, and he was put into the dark room by his father-in-law for a whole year...... until he gave birth to his first son.

The door opened, and Song Xiaowei thought that his son was coming to bring him food, but it was a little boy who came in.

"Grandma, it's time to eat!"

The kid was holding the tray and holding the ......

The kid ......

The child looked exactly like his second son...... It's exactly the same!

"It's Hee-Pu......"

Reach out and touch your son!

Song Xiaocheng tried hard to probe his upper body, which was barely moving, and stretched out his left hand, which was already full of tumors, to touch the child's face......

Xipu, you're so miserable, you're gone at the age of five......

"Grandma, I'm Ling Yu!"

Hee-pu dodged and he didn't want me to touch him...... No, he's not Hee-Pu...... He's not my son!

Song Xiaocheng used the last bit of strength in his body, waved his hand angrily, and knocked over the tray containing food with his soft fingers. The little boy burst out of the room crying.

"Ling Yu, grandma is old and a little confused, she didn't mean to scare you. ”

Ling Yu, Ling Yu...... Ah, that's the grandson's son......

......

This moment is finally coming.

Song Xiaocheng opened his eyes and saw that the door to his bedroom had finally been opened.

I don't know how long it has been. I never saw my son again. That was the only son left. Perhaps, my son is already one step ahead of himself, right?

Who is this young man who came in......

"Grandma. ”

Yes...... It's the grandson's son. I saw him only once when he was a child. At that time, his old eyes were dizzy, which scared him.

"Grandma...... The time has come. ”

It's finally this moment...... It's finally coming......

Ling ...... Ling Yu?"

"It's me, Grandma. ”

The child squatted beside his bed, but he could no longer move.

Song Xiaocheng felt that Ling Yu held his hand tightly.

Ling Yu ...... What about Hee-yu?"

"My grandfather is still here. ”

"Where is he, let me meet him!" Song Xiaocheng said forcefully.

"He's with me. ”

He ...... Already ......"

"Yes. ”

The child's voice was so calm, so cold. Just like the old guy back then......

"What about my grandson?

"My dad was too. ”

"He ......"

"He's with me too. ”

Song Xiaocheng stopped struggling.

It's over...... The curse of fate finally can't escape......

......

woke up suddenly, and Song Xiaocheng opened his eyes.

It's still this jar.

The pale green liquid kept him alive with power, and a few enchanted threads connected to the magnetic needle in his head. He barely shook his tentacles a few times, but no one paid attention to him.

Two people approached in the distance. It's that man again...... That terrible man!

He is a top predator in the depths of the ocean, an ancient god and a slave, inheriting the great will of the void, but he was captured by the terrible man in front of him with a clay pot inlaid with a powerful magic seal!

His abominable face, thin and pale, bloodless, and his hair was red like the fire of hell. The whole body was as if it had been cut by fish scales, covered with fine and small knife wounds, and sewn together one by one with silk threads. Song Xiaocheng himself was born in the Sea of Evil, but he had never seen such an evil person!

Another person...... Wearing a skeletal mask, he tried his best to hide the dirty evil magic behind it, but to no avail. Even through the glass jar, Song Xiaocheng could smell the stench of demons.

"As you can see, Torid. ”

The man named Xue Ti, like an introduction toy, introduced Song Xiaocheng in the glass jar to the man with the bone mask.

"Hmm...... Mind Eater. It's really rare. How did you control it?"

"My magic is different from yours, Torrid. My magic is more controllable. Through the enchanted silk thread, it is transmitted to the magic magnetic needle, so that the torture and pain can be directly input into its neurons, and then the suffering magic is used as the medium to directly control it to activate the psychic interference ability. ”

"I am willing to be able to use mind manipulation magic on a mind-manipulating creature. Can I get a closer look?"

Yes, closer, closer! Ignorant warlock, dare to stare into my eyes?

"Absolutely. I assure you, this beast is completely under my control. ”

"Ah...... Ignorant seafolk often confuse the Mind Eater with the Octopus, which can be distinguished by the pupils: the Octopus has horizontal pupils, like frogs and goats, while the Mind Eaters have spiral-shaped pupils. However, it is said that the taste of the incense heart-eater is very similar to that of takoyaki. ”

Well said, Warlock, turn your head, take off your mask, and stare into my eyes......

"What a wonderful creature......"

That's it, take off your mask......

"So, how's it going?"

The warlock easily took off his skeletal mask. What a disgusting face! Rotten skin and rotten flesh, missing lips and few teeth, even if you have been dead for many years, you still refuse to escape your mental power? Very good, I'll help you.

"The progress is very encouraging. My Mind Eater entered the Earthling's dream, disguised as a local deity with a white elephant's head, and easily bewitched the Earthling. Now, he has been branded with the Ignifa seal. ”

Very good. Now, turn your head and ask him, what's next?

"Good. Uh, congratulations! So, what's next?"

"The affinity of the human beings on Earth for the French and Indian seals is very frustrating. Our Earth Friends need more time to learn how to use Igni. Then he can go and gather the power to open the passage for us......"

"Uh...... Ahh

Don't resist me!

"No!!"

Stupid mortal, you are fighting against a force you don't understand!

"Get out of my head!!"

"Something's wrong! Turn on the electrodes! No, it's ...... Idiot!Do you have to come here myself!!"

The instantaneous pain and pain almost made Song Xiaocheng faint, but he still used the last bit of reason to fight against Xue Di's magic.

"I need more magic!Slave, get on your knees!"

No...... He's already starting to absorb more magic......

"Get out of the ...... It's mine...... Ahh

At that last moment, Torrid waved his hand, and a huge burst of magic hit the glass jar, and with the explosion, Song Xiaocheng's entire body was thrown out, and the magic magnetic needle was also withdrawn from his head......

......

"Isn't it fun? human?"

The four are already blank. Ganesa was holding herself by the neck and lifting herself up.

Song Xiaocheng reluctantly looked around, there were no walls, no red light, no glass jars...... Only Ganesha. It's still the white shirt and black suit, it's still the royal blue satin tie.

"Your power is so interesting. I don't know how you did it, but you did. It seems that you are also hiding little secrets that I don't know. What? Do you expect me to thank you for saving your life?"

"Ahem...... I...... Not ......"

Song Xiaocheng wanted to say something, but he was stuck in his trachea and couldn't say anything.

"You may be useful to that demon Shedy, but you mean nothing to me. In that case, killing you may be my first step in revenge on him!

Song Xiaocheng felt that Ganesha's hand was rapidly tightening. No...... It's not the hand, it's on your own throat, it's not the feeling of your fingers pinching, it's ......

He looked down and saw that Ganesha's hand was like an octopus' tentacles, tightly wrapped around his neck. It was getting tighter and tighter, Song Xiaocheng's throat was about to be broken, and his eyes were already starting to darken......

"Ah......h

"Hurry up, huh?"

Song Xiaocheng fell to the hard floor, but he didn't care about the pain of the fall, but quickly rubbed his throat and gasped for breath. Judging from the half of the thick octopus whiskers on the ground, he should have been saved.

"Hey, boy. ”

Song Xiaocheng raised his head and quickly lowered his head.

Forget it, you might as well be strangled to death by Ganesha.

The man in front of me just now...... No, you can't call it human!

The thing in front of me has hands, feet, and a body, and a head, and there is also a head of hair on the head, and the hair is quite good, straight and long blond hair. For a while, Song Xiaocheng even thought it was a big beauty.

However, the head of the "beauty" has neither eyes nor a nose. There are no "beauties" in the facial features that a normal person should have, and the whole face is a flat ball of meat!

Only where it should have been the mouth was a knife-like cut, and the inside was neatly lined with steel nails.

"Why, are you afraid of what I look like?"

The man's voice was sweet and crisp, ethereal like the echo of a mountain spring passing through it...... Song Xiaocheng firmly believes that it is by no means a voice that humans can make.

"Ah...... Your name is Song Xiaocheng, and that octopus can't kill you. ”

"Who are you?"

"I'm Ah Fei. Crimson crimson. ”

Song Xiaocheng raised his head and looked at Ah Fei.

Except for the lack of anything on his face, Ah Fei has a hot body, charming hair, and still holds a thin knife in his hand. If it weren't for Song Xiaocheng who had just walked out of the ghost gate, he might have to think about it......

"Don't think about the yellow scrap!"

Ah Fei said happily, carrying Song Xiaocheng's clothes and dragging him to stand up.

"Listen to me, we don't have much time. ”

"Hu......h?

"Shhhh Ah Fei gestured with a slender finger like chopsticks on the side of the "mouth".

"Good ......"

"First, go back to Gao He and Cui Wei, second, stop believing in that elephant, third, stop believing in the people you trusted, and fourth, what you know is not what you know, and what you know is not what you know. Do you understand?"

"I didn't understand. I ......"

"It's good to hear it, I'm leaving!"

......

Song Xiaocheng opened his eyes, and it was still this small bedroom lit with red wax.

This time, I should have really woken up.