Xiao Chen didn't care about Lao Li's gaze, and said, "I'll go first, you should be careful." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Lao Li didn't say a word, lay on the bench and closed his eyes, and quietly dozed off.

Xiao Chen looked at the scene in front of him, and didn't linger long, and quickly turned around and left.

With a "crunch" sound, Xiao Chen walked out.

In this cold morgue, Lao Li was left lying on the chair and snoring quietly, looking so lonely.

Outside the morgue was the hall of the funeral home, deserted, and even the smell in the air made people feel uncomfortable.

"Knock knock! ~"As Xiao Chen opened the door and walked out, the originally cold and silent hall also added a little popularity.

Xiao Chen walked slowly through the rooms, and he seemed to feel countless unjust souls floating in the hall, telling their grievances and their pain.

A cold wind slowly blew outside, bringing the rustle of trees, adding a touch of horror to the already very strange hall.

Xiao Chen's heart is like stopping water, and the pace is still the same, neither slow nor slow. Nothing around him seemed to be able to invade his mind.

Because this road is the way he must go every day, the more he walks, the more he will look down.

After a while, he pushed open the revolving door of the funeral home and walked out slowly.

The sky was a little hazy, and the faint street lights shone obliquely on the street.

The rustling of the branches of the trees on the side of the road by the wind added a bit of horror to the dark night.

Xiao Chen lowered his head and looked at his dim yellow shadow under the street lamp, and irritability surged into his heart.

Raising his right foot, he slammed into the shadow, making a squeaking sound.

Xiao Chen's heart was a little confused, for a whole year, the demonic power in his body showed no signs of recovery, which made him very distressed.

A chill came, and the cold wind blew gently on his body, making him feel cold and tired.

"Let's go back first." Xiao Chen looked at the sky with a trace of white belly in the distance, and muttered to himself.

The footsteps slowly lifted, and a long shadow was pulled up under this street lamp, and Xiao Chen's figure gradually disappeared into this place.

In a small house not far from the funeral home, old bricks show the age of the house.

The weeds on the side are growing haphazardly, and it looks very barren and remote.

This is the house where Xiao Chen lives, this entire two-story small western-style house, because it is said to be haunted, so he is the only one who lives there.

"Click" came from the sound of opening the door, Xiao Chen opened the old door lock and slowly walked in.

The house is quite large, with an old wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

On the ground floor there is a simple room.

Outside the room is a small living room with a toilet next to it.

There was only one big bed in the room, the walls were empty, there was not even a window, and the black pressure looked very terrifying.

Xiao Chen didn't turn on the light, and the clothes on his body didn't fade, and walked straight towards the big bed in the room.

Once inside, lock the wooden door firmly, and if you look closely, you will see that the door panel is covered with criss-crossing marks.

With a "bang" sound, Xiao Chen fell straight to the bed, and the irritable emotions in his heart instantly surged.

grabbed the quilt with his right hand fiercely, and tore it hard, and he pulled out another piece of the quilt that was already in tatters.

The snow-white cotton is scattered in the air, and it looks very terrifying against the backdrop of this night.

"Why?!! Why?!! Xiao Chen's pupils were bloodshot, and he roared sharply.

Without the sense of emptiness after revenge, the torment of loneliness for more than a year made Xiao Chen feel very painful.

His current mood is extremely unstable, and many things can make him irritable in an instant and affect his behavior.

Even his spirit has begun to be unstable, and sometimes it is very easy to lose control.

"No, no, no, no!!!!!!!" Xiao Chen's roar sounded in the cold and silent room.

His spirit began to drift, and he saw one after another of the people he had killed, standing around him in blood-covered clothes.

Scarlet eyes stared at him fiercely, pale lips squirming up and down, as if to speak of their pain.

Xiao Chen looked at the terrifying ghosts standing around, and he began to panic in his heart, his originally ruddy face was instantly turned bloodless, and his hands were trembling.

Waves of intense neuropathic pain swept in.

Xiao Chen's hands slammed into his hands and hugged his head in severe pain, and the demon began to roar and scream, these terrifying sounds made Xiao Chen's pain worsen.

"Don't !!! No!!!!! No!!!! Xiao Chen muttered frantically.

His eyes were wide open, and the depths of his eyes were full of madness, brutality, and bloodthirstiness! These emotions emerge through the windows of one's heart.

The pain was still intensifying, and Xiao Chen seemed to be in purgatory, constantly whipped by evil ghosts.

His nails dug deep into his scalp, and bright red blood slowly trickled down his forehead.

All kinds of complicated and chaotic memories involuntarily appeared in his mind, which made Xiao Chen even more painful, and his already messy hair was grabbed even more chaotically.

In a flash! A familiar face is frozen in perfect refinement, as if it were the masterpiece's delicate masterpiece.

Chen yao! The tide of pain receded, the ghosts beside him turned into ashes, and the fear in his heart quietly disappeared.

This little dark room.

Xiao Chen was half-kneeling on the ground, his hands supporting the ground, and the cold sweat on his forehead was accompanied by blood dripping onto the ground, making a ticking sound. In this silent space, it seems unusually terrifying.

Xiao Chen thought of Chen Yao, the culprit who made him what he is now! The right hand was rolled into a fist, "Knock knock!" "Slamming the ground hard.

His heart was full of unwillingness, after a year of understanding Chen Yao, if there was no ability to take revenge, it would be a fantasy.

The strength of the Chen family is very strong, with assets all over the northern capital, and there are countless mutants with extraordinary abilities under his hands.

After Chen Yao ran away from home once, she followed two supernatural beings anytime and anywhere, making it impossible for Xiao Chen to have a chance to start.

Unless Xiao Chen's ability recovers, this is the only way, and the only chance.

So he has been studying, even masochizing, but after a year, he has not shown the slightest sign of recovery, which is very painful.

After I don't know how long, Xiao Chen slowly stood up, the clothes on his body had been soaked with sweat, and a sticky feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

"Let's go take a shower first." Xiao Chen muttered to himself.

The tone was calm, without any emotion, as if nothing had happened before. The expression on his face also returned to calm, and the wind was light, and there was no trace of pain to be seen.

He dragged his sweat-soaked body, opened the tightly closed door, and walked towards the toilet on the other side.

In fact, Xiao Chen knew very well what was waiting for him.

Complete mental breakdown until death!

If he doesn't go to treatment, this kind of result will come soon.

Before this day comes, something must be done to save yourself.

The dim light of the toilet lit up, illuminating the room.

There was a burst of "brushing" water flow inside, Xiao Chen hummed a little song, and happily took a bath inside.

Not long after, Xiao Chen came out of the bathroom wet with a towel covered with a towel.

walked to a cabinet in the living room, took out an old button mobile phone from it, and sent a message to Li Lao, saying, "Li Lao, I won't go to work tomorrow, you keep vigil"

If Xiao Chen didn't go to work, only Li Lao would dare to keep vigil in the entire funeral home.

After a while, an OK emoji was sent back.

Xiao Chen put the phone back in the cabinet, the reason why he put it in the cabinet was because he was afraid that he would go crazy and break it, after all, it was still very troublesome to buy one.

Then he walked back to the big bed, ignoring the slightest blood stain on the quilt, covered his head and snored to sleep, he was really very tired.