On the edge of Z City, inside a dilapidated abandoned factory.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but the factory was dark, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and blood.

Outside the factory, a small stream flows quietly.

I remember that three months ago, the water of this small stream was clear and full of fish and shrimp, but now it is full of garbage, and the water is yellow and smelly, so that passers-by can't help but cover their noses.

"Bang-"

The sound of flesh pounding against the wall sounded dullly.

But it only startled the birds in the surrounding forest, and the wind was still blowing, and no one heard the sound here.

Chanrong was slammed to the ground and rolled three times in a row, and she felt that her internal organs were extremely hot, as if she was about to erupt fire.

The body is sore, as if the slightest movement is about to hurt the internal organs.

She was in a cloud of dust, then slammed against the wall and fell, blood pouring out of her mouth.

The blood-red blood qi instantly spread in her mouth, and she spit out all the blood in her mouth in disgust.

The blood was spat to the ground in an instant, and a beautiful bright red poppy bloomed.

"Tell me, who told you to do that?"

A deep male voice sounded, like from hell, like a trumpet for Satan's war, and the man was hidden in the darkness, so that no one could see clearly.

Chanrong struggled to get up, her body was weak, and she had to support the wall with one hand, she suddenly smiled, and her face was a suffocating charm: "I can do whatever I want." ”

She said in a low and demagogic voice, and her work was even more resolute and capable.

Suddenly, a paw stretched out from the darkness, quickly lifted her up, grabbed her by the neck, and directly pressed her against the wall behind her.

The back of the head and back were carved into the wall, and the pain that had just been replaced was now mixed up in an instant.

She grunted in pain, her nails clenched tightly in her hands.

Her neck was tightly confined, as if she was trying to drain all the oxygen she could get.

"You've changed, you've become no longer well-behaved."

The man said.

She subconsciously tore her hand away from the confession, but the claws were too sharp and stabbed the skin of her neck.

A tingling, cold and resolute.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, and her face began to slowly turn red, and her heart turned purple, but she still clenched her teeth and didn't say a word begging for mercy.

In the darkness, the man's cold lips curled in a slightly wicked arc, and the claws were retracted in an instant, and she fell to the ground like a kite that had fallen off the line.

Getting a slight gasp, she breathed heavily, her chest heaving slightly.

Her eyes looked at the man, with a hint of evil hatred in her eyes, as if she was going to eat him alive, and she was not angry.

"I'm really curious, what method did you use to make Xu Sheng attack Su Miaomiao openly."

The man spoke, and a magnetic voice sounded from his throat, which made people listen, and he was indeed covered in goosebumps and was coldly sweated by Lianlian.

Chan Rong struggled to get up, leaning against the wall for a short break, she exhaled deeply, with a hint of relaxation and laziness: "I thought you were so smart that you must know that you, like humans, will be manipulated by desire. ”

"I can guess, but you're stupid." He said.

"Even if I do something stupid, as long as it makes me happy, I am willing to do anything, of course there are people who are willing to do it for me, one is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, you can't control it."

She took out a cigarette from her pocket, picked up the lighter and lit it, and the white and ethereal smoke shrouded her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

"When did you learn to smoke?" He asked.

"It was a long time ago, so long that you can't even remember what moment it was." She replied, a sneer on her face.

I have to say that cigarettes and alcohol in the human world are really a good thing, which can delay pain, but also can make people forget what they want to forget.

"Thrown." He commanded coldly, his voice mixed with an inscrutable hint of anger.

Chanrong didn't seem to hear it, and a mockery suddenly appeared on her face that looked like Su Miaomiao, and she took another hard breath and spit out a few smoke rings.

The light of a cigarette being lit is particularly sensitive in the dark factory.

She did this, even if it was deliberately provoking him.

Sure enough, a gust of wind blew, and the cigarette in her hand was smashed up by a demonic force, and then thrown to the ground and extinguished.

Looking at her empty palms, she dug into her pockets again.

The next second.

Her whole body was dragged up by a strong force, and she turned several times before falling to the ground.

"Poof—"

She spat out a mouthful of blood, her internal organs seemed to burn, and the smoke was still in her throat, choking her with a cough, and the more she coughed, the more sensitive the pain in her ribs became.

"Don't challenge my bottom line."

He gritted his teeth, the anger in his voice chilling.

Chanrong didn't speak, just stood up coldly, and wiped the blood spilling from his mouth with his hand.

Blood stained her snow-white hands, incomparably bewitching.

"If you make me happy, I will naturally not challenge your bottom line, as you said, I want this face to belong to me completely." She said coldly.

"If you are so reckless and deliberately challenging my bottom line, I will let you use your original ugly face to throw you back into your family."

His voice seemed to come from time immemorial, with a threat of devastating power.

As if someone had suddenly stepped on her weakness, Canrong's face turned pale, and she grabbed her sleeve fiercely.

No, you cannot.

She never wanted to go back to that cannibalistic place, which was incredibly dark and dirty, with the darkest corners of the yokai world.

"Be obedient and you will be rewarded naturally." He said.

In the faint sunlight, Chanrong's face was black and white for a while, and finally turned into an inflated purple.

Even after so many years, even though she has such a delicate and perfect face.

But the previous life still flashed in her mind scene after scene, so that she can never forget it.

Even if she died, she didn't want to go back to that dark place.

The man was very pleased with her expression, he didn't want a robot with his own mind, but a robot that could listen to him and be obedient.

And Canrong, no matter how unwilling she is now, can only serve him in the end.

She will stay in this dark place forever and ever, never get out, and in the end, she will be the scapegoat.