He was pacing, and he ran to the sleeping room.

Treading ...... Treading ......

There are no magnesium lights here, not a flashy stage; There are no fine wines and snacks here, and it is not a banquet for high society.

But at this time, someone was dancing a strange waltz, the man's predecessor was a clever hunter, and he continued his body, and he used his nature like a fish in water. A good hunter has a kind of confidence in his own skills, and all prey cannot escape the trap he sets.

He approached the room step by step, and everything was under his control.

Kill these two old guys, make up an excuse casually, and then make a show of filial piety, and avoid former acquaintances in frustration. He can perfectly replace Zhao Peng, and disguise himself all the time.

On this day, Zhao Peng's mother happily drank some wine, and it stands to reason that drinking some wine will help her sleep. But only the real Zhao Peng knew that his mother suffered from migraines, and drinking alcohol would aggravate the illness, and Zhao Peng's father, Zhao Hu, went to buy some seasonal river crabs that night, planning to eat them with rice wine.

The crabs in season are exceptionally fat, and with this real rice wine, it is warm to swallow in the stomach, not to mention how comfortable it is.

It is precisely this insignificant detail that makes "he" a simple murder derive more variables.

Zhao Peng's mother had a light sleep, and the wine she drank in her stomach made her a little uncomfortable, and she didn't fall asleep until she was almost a child. But her sleep was still very light, and a little loud noise could wake her up.

When she was a little dazed, she suddenly heard the footsteps of an extra person in the room. Her husband lay on her pillow, and before she went to bed, she lowered the latch and checked it two or three times with great care.

Her first reaction was that her home had been burglarized, her heart twitched instantly, and her headache became even worse, like a saw dragging in her head. But the doors and windows in the house were closed by her own hands, and it was difficult for thieves not to make a noise if they wanted to enter. She had drunk some wine tonight, and slept more lightly, and it was impossible for her to notice the thief until now, and she should have been woken up in the morning.

However, there was indeed an extra person in his room. Instead of opening her eyes, she pretended to roll over and was facing the wall, fearing that the man knew he hadn't slept.

The husband was sleeping soundly next to him and was snoring softly, knowing that he was happy because his son was back. The degree of rice wine was not high, but Zhao Hu drank a whole jar of wine.

After a while, her mind finally turned a corner. The person in the room should not be a thief, it is very likely that it is Fang Huijia's son.

But she couldn't figure out why her son was in his room, he said he was tired soon after eating, and went back to his room early to rest, and he should have slept until dawn.

Could it be that he was hungry in the middle of the night and wanted to come out to find something to eat?

Thinking about it, she almost lifted the cover to look behind her. But fortunately, the woman's loose mind did not drive her to do so.

"If you see me again, kill me at all costs."

She thought of the letter, the contents of the letter. Peng'er left this letter before going out, but when she got home, she didn't mention a word. She was afraid of disturbing her son's rest, so she did not immediately ask about the letter, and planned to ask again the next day at breakfast.

Could it be that the letter is genuine?

Is the Peng'er I saw really my son?

She noticed that the night was a bit quiet, that it wasn't winter yet, and that the insects would die when it snowed. Normally, some insects should make unpleasant noises, which is not strange in a mountain village at all. Even in the cold and cold rain of the wax moon, there should be wolves smelling the fragrance of food and walking restlessly outside the door.

It's weird, it's kind of weird.

If the person in the room is really Peng'er, what does he want to do here?

She didn't startle her, she wanted to see what her son wanted to do, and then make a plan. So, her eyelids moved, and she closed quietly, lying quietly, like a puppet.

Zhao Peng plucked out his ears, he seemed to hear someone's breathing just now. I listened carefully, but I didn't find anything, the two old guys on the bed were asleep, he could clearly hear the two of them exhaling and inhaling, and saw the chest rhythmically sinking together.

He can't alarm the people around him for the time being, and for the whole big plan, he is just a pawn in advance. His task is to lurk and replace, and to encroach on this small human village step by step.

The task was not very difficult, but it had a good chance of gaining His favor, and it was a very good fat difference for him. The geographical location of this small village is somewhat special, and it is next to the city of Jian'an, where the heads of mankind live.

Poor human beings don't realize at all that a real war, out of their sight, is already a dark tide.

It wasn't a pity for another species, but it gave him all the more reason to slaughter these inferior creatures. No! He doesn't need reasons or rules, humans are boring and ridiculously weak creatures who play this kind of game, they yearn for madness and chaos, and do things according to their own heart's preferences.

He couldn't let go of his hands and feet for the time being, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. Playing the human being that he didn't want to experience a second time.

This kind of weak and powerless body that can be slaughtered by others is really ...... It's really ...... Disgusting to the extreme......

Praise be to Mordicgian, the great god of the eerie bones!

"Zhao Peng" unconsciously compared his own race with the weak human race. However, in the next second, he felt terrified and ridiculous about his thoughts, how could the creation of a false god be comparable to a real god?

Supreme Nordens...... This is blasphemy against you...... And the transcendent Sha......

The name could not be formed in the mind, could not be pronounced, like the vast and majestic stars in the sky, but greater than the inanimate creatures, He was one of the proliferation of all things, and together with the other two formed the three cornerstones of the universe.

"Zhao Peng" fell into his own world, like a drunken tramp, forgetting his purpose, trying to irresistible gaze, there are trillions of a microsecond, as if it descended on him. So that he would not waste this life.

But his thoughts were only a flash in the pan for now, a mysterious force that cut off all eyes from peeking through.

Damn false gods!

He used the words of his hometown in the Dream Mirror in his heart, like a flock of noisy birds chirping endlessly. It's like a crow in a fairy tale world, cursing this damn world of false gods madly with a quick tongue!

But he finally realized that the glory of his mission was higher than his humble life.

If he doesn't complete the task, he provokes someone's existence. The plateau of giant bones will be replaced with the bones of their clan.

So far, so good.

He had made the arrangements in advance, and the sound here could not be heard outside, and now was the time to do it.

The face of a human being is so unfamiliar, even if it is Zhao Peng's biological mother, when she sees "Zhao Peng" at this time, she will hardly associate him with her biological son. The corners of his mouth grinned infinitely, his white teeth loomed in the darkness, his chin was wide open, as if he was about to be scooped, and his face seemed to be elongated three times.

He walked at a relaxed pace, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, sometimes in the air in front of the bed of the two old fellows, and his hands and feet made different primitive and unique dance postures, which were the ancient dance music of their clan.

He used the human vocal organs to the extreme, and he felt as if the body's throat and eyes were burning. But he didn't care at all, he was praising his leader with this tune. Behind him was a terrifying giant, a body without eyes and four legs, like a shadow, standing on the earth.

He felt the blood burning in his body, and he tried to scratch the skin with his hands, revealing pink muscles and yellowed fat.

He restrained this strong desire, and the neck of the old man, who was snoring, slowly dilated in his pupils.

Zhao Peng's mother felt a terrifying chill behind her, and she wanted to shiver to relieve this pale despair. However, he will definitely find his own small movements. Yes, the muscles of her whole body tensed like a piece of cowhide, and she secretly stuffed her fingers into her mouth.

She was afraid she would scream!!

He was right behind him, less than a foot away from him. If she had turned away at this point, she might have seen an ugly mouth that exuded appetite.

But she didn't dare to turn around, even though she knew that her husband was afraid that something would happen to her in a moment.

She prayed in her heart that a miracle would happen and that her drunken husband would wake up and avoid the murder.

Fear struck her bones, and she closed her eyes tightly. The cold breath of the forest, combined with the rich imagination of human beings, has created a jar of terrifying wine.

This jar is guided by fear, and the fragrance of blood is dripping.

The sound of sneering air leakage, in her mind, for a while, there was no matching sound.

The smell of blood in the air made her suddenly realize that this was the scream of blood entering the trachea being bitten.

Her heart was covered with frost, so cold that she wanted to cover it with a few more layers of quilts. But this kind of cold is not a quilt, she is the center of the ice and snow, the ice of the 10,000-year-old glacier!

The old man's confusion before his death turned into astonishment and uneasiness, and he clearly saw the old eyes, the focus condensed into the struggle of life, and finally covered with the ashes of death. Before his teeth touched the flesh of his neck, he had a hint of disgust, such a decaying flesh must have tasted very bad. But when his teeth hit his neck, he got a kind of psychological and physical satisfaction.

Beneath the bark-like skin, the fountain of life, death and vitality intertwined, tasting two different tastes at the same time, he thought, he fell in love with it, especially when he saw the old man's feeble hands swinging feebly in the air, while his spouse lay beside his pillow—a comical black mime.

Gu Xianghe, who was lying next to her, burst into tears, sobbing silently in the shadows, and her voice behind her was still not depressed. Gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, his eyes opened as big as copper bells, the whites of his eyes seemed to sow seeds, and the red roots spread wildly.

There was only one thought in her mind - to live - to live - to live - to live -

She can only use such thoughts to support herself from passing out, and the end of the coma means death. But even if you are sane, there is no way to escape the hands of evil spirits, what should you do? What to do?!