The leather shoes made a muffled sound when they stepped on the ground.

Echoes echo in the open space.

The man slowly walked to a house.

His dark eyes stared at the dilapidated and desolate houses ahead.

The small courtyard in the retro style is overgrown with weeds at this moment, and the house is almost only a frame left, and there is a deep charred black everywhere.

The night breeze is bleak and desolate.

The man's dark eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Staring at the desolate place, the depths of his eyes were dark and dark.

"You really can't go?"

Rear.

Luo listened to the wind and strolled over, the man had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blinded by the gray smoke, and he glanced thoughtfully at the man next to him who was still noble.

"Fifteen years."

Fu Chi looked ahead and answered without asking.

The voice is far away, and it seems to be cold.

Luo Tingfeng followed his gaze to the house that had obviously burned down.

He flicked the ashes of his cigarette, "Fifteen years, you still doubt this?" ”

Back then, a fire here completely forced Fu Chi to purgatory.

In the years that followed, when he returned from the abyss, everything changed.

Fu Chi didn't speak, his eyes stared deeply at the desolate place, and the eye sockets behind the lenses gradually appeared thick black, rolling blood.

"The Fu family is cold-hearted, but they still keep this dilapidated house, why do you say?" He narrowed his eyes shallowly, and his voice did not hide sarcasm.

Luo listened to the wind and looked at him sideways, "Are you going to go back?" ”

A fire burned everything that year, Fu Chi disappeared for five years, no one knows what he experienced in those years, and when he returned, he was already a broken body, and there was no more love.

Fu Chi closed his eyes and hid the rolling lust in his eyes: "Let's talk about it." ”

Luo sneered when he heard the wind, and spit out a cloud of smoke rings: "If you really go back, the Fu family can still have a peaceful day." ”

There are all ghostly people in it, and if they treat Fu Chi as a ghost, some people will not be able to sleep after all.

"Old Man Fu's birthday party, but it's over?" Luo Tingfeng looked sideways at the quiet man beside him, who was almost silent.

Fu Chi turned around, took off his glasses, lowered his eyes and rubbed his eyebrow bones, and the pupils covered by his eyelashes were very silent.

"I won't go over and spoil the atmosphere."

He walked back.

It's just that the pace is a little nihilistic and soft.

The back is visibly stained with a dead haze.

Luo Tingfeng chased after him, grabbed Fu Chi's arm, and stared at him with deep pupils: "Are you sick?" ”

"Nope." Fu Chi waved his hand away and continued to walk forward, his breathing gradually becoming unsteady, and he let the devouring thing develop.

"Fu Chi, where's your medicine?"

Looking at the man's figure, Luo Tingfeng's face changed slightly, he shouldn't have let him come here today.

However, the man walked to the side of the car alone, got into the car, leaned on the back of the seat, his forehead was soaked with thin sweat, his chest became more and more urgent, and there was only boundless darkness and self-torture in his eye sockets.

He suddenly took out a slender blade from the small box next to him, raised his hand and stabbed it into his arm.

Luo Tingfeng ran over, his eyes were sharp, and he pounced and grabbed the man's extremely ruthless hand.

"You're a lunatic!" Luo Tingfeng gritted his teeth, didn't care too much, and snatched the blade with a cold light.

He knew that Fu Chi was irrational now.

The kind of thing that is the inner demon, once it is turned out, can peel him off a layer of skin.