When Feng Yan opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the blood stains on the roof.

It was about midnight, and it was not yet noon when she went to bed yesterday. It stands to reason that he is very alert, and even if he is injured, he will not sleep for so long...... During that time, what happened to cause such a large blood stain on the roof; And after such a big change, she didn't wake up?

Could it be that Zhao Hanjing used some means to make her unable to wake up?

At this time, Zhao Hanjing heard the sound in the house, and poked in from the door with a small head: "Are you awake?" ”

It rained all night last night, and when he got up in the morning, the sky was completely clear, and he estimated that today's sunshine must be good, and the small wounds on his fingers were basically healed, so he took out the clothes and bedding that had been drenched in the rain and stained with blood the day before, turned out a large handful of soap horns, and rubbed them all clean with his eyes closed, and spread them out and hung them up to dry.

"Come here."

"Ah, what's wrong?" Zhao Langzhong didn't know what was going on, wiped his hands, and walked to the kang.

In the next moment, a cold light hit the side of his neck.

"Wait, I have something to show you!" Seeing that she pulled out the knife without saying hello, Zhao Hanjing took a step back in shock, and then she reacted, she had a double soul attack, so she had to anxiously put her hand into her arms and touch the letter written by Feng Ayan yesterday. But the more anxious he was, the more his hands trembled, and he didn't touch a corner of the paper for a long time. Feng Yan was already vigilant, and then seeing that he seemed to be about to take something out of his arms, her body instinctively made a judgment before her thinking: what kind of weapon must be it—so the long knife reflexively slashed at Zhao Hanjing's hand.

At this moment, Zhao Hanjing finally touched the letter: "This is what you wrote yesterday, ah-"

He exclaimed, fell to the ground on his back, looked at his bloodied left arm, and finally understood why he felt wronged when he imagined it yesterday.

Because he didn't do anything bad at all.

She wrote it herself? Feng Yan took the page from Xiao Langzhong's hand, opened it, and quickly browsed it. Judging by the handwriting and writing habits, it does look like she wrote it herself, but it ...... Twin souls? She read at a slower pace, scrutinizing over the plans made by her "other self" and her guesses about a certain Zhao surnamed Lang.

Whether this is true or not, she must leave this suspicious person behind - if he is just an ordinary man, and he does suffer from double soul disease, then everything is easy to say, and she will not treat him badly; What if this person has bad intentions...... She glanced at the unconscious man on the ground, and she had to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Having made up his mind, Feng Yan folded back according to the crease, picked up the page, easily dragged Lang Zhong to the wall, helped the person sit against the wall, and directly tore off his left sleeve. She rummaged through the medicine and cotton yarn, and when she was carefully examining the wound, she suddenly found that next to the wound, there was a small scald scar on Zhao Hanjing's left arm.

The color of the burn scar is very light, and if you don't look closely, you can't see it; But its outline is very clear, as if it is taking a moire incense seal and baking it directly on it.

She stared at the scar for more than a dozen breaths, and then raised her hand and hugged the person to the kang.

If this scar was not an imitation, she seemed to understand why Zhao Hanjing said that he could cure soul loss.

Zhao Hanjing had a dream.

Blood.

Blood all over the ground.

The wooden shelves were filled with round things, like wind chimes, swirling and swaying in the air. When the front of one of the things turned towards him, Zhao Hanjing almost jumped up screaming - it was his master's face! The things hanging on the shelves are all round human heads!

But he couldn't jump up, and he couldn't shout.

He had already been gagged and bound to a cutting board made of stumps; They pressed him to his knees, put his head on the chopping board, and then ripped off his collar and pulled it under his shoulders, exposing the back of his neck completely.

The clothes were soaked with the blood that had died, and the cold knife pressed against the slender neck, Zhao Hanjing wanted to resist, he would rather cut himself than die in the hands of these people, but all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away, and he could only tremble and fiddle with them. The knife pressed down again, and an indifferent voice questioned in his ear, "Who are you?" ”

It was Feng Yan's voice.

Why...... Why Feng Yan?

- "Who the hell are you?" ”

She asked, mechanically and numbly.

Who the hell is it...... Who the hell am I...... Zhao Hanjing opened his mouth, but his mouth was gagged, and he could only make some "whine" sounds helplessly. At this moment, Zhao Langzhong seemed to be outside his body, and from a bystander perspective, he watched the knife slowly rise, and then slashed down fiercely-

He woke up.

Zhao Hanjing was lying on the mattress in a cold sweat, and the whole person was still immersed in this nightmare; His neck was resting on the pillow, and when he looked up, he happened to see Feng Yan sitting beside him, trying to pull off his collar...... Reality overlapped strangely and absurdly with dreams, and he couldn't stand up, so he could only instinctively struggle to his feet, crawling out as he struggled.

Feng Yan couldn't hold him down a little, and reflexively moved, pulling his uninjured arm and twisting it behind his back, and kneeling on his lower back. But she soon found that this did not calm him down: Xiao Langzhong kicked his leg and stretched out his other arm, desperately reaching the edge of the kang, as if he could not even feel the wound on his forearm; Despite the risk that his joints might pull off, he still thrashed forward and shouted hoarsely for help.

Fever can be sent to the point of Zhao Langzhong, to be honest, Feng Yan is not the first time to see it. There are often new melons and eggs in the "family" who have a red business trip, and they are all tall and strong men, and they are much more powerful than Zhao Langzhong. But she couldn't just knock her out with a knife in one hand like she was dealing with those rough old men, and she was immediately as quiet as a chicken.

Those are rough and thick-skinned masters, who have been beaten from childhood to adulthood, and when they are knocked, they are knocked; Zhao Langzhong has such a delicate neck, if he really knocks him hard, he may have to hurt for many days.

At this time, Feng Yan began to feel that she was not as comfortable as she was confident. She had learned how to use words to intimidate, how to use words to deceive and lead, but she had never learned how to use words to soothe people. She had to use the most stupid way to scoop up the person by the armpit and hold it in her arms.

However, a certain delicate Lang Zhong was so hooped that he couldn't even shout for help, just stared at his eyes and panted, trembling all over his body. Feng Yan was afraid that he would die suddenly like this, and some things would be unproven, so he had to wrap his clothes tightly and stuff him back into the quilt, and see himself shrink into the "shell" like a snail, which completely stopped a lot.

A quarter of an hour later.

Feng Yan tried his best to control his strength through the quilt, and patted him on the back: "Zhao Langzhong, are you better?" ”

Zhao Hanjing was still trapped in that nightmare, and he still didn't come to his senses. But the reason that slowly returned to the furnace told him that five years ago, Feng Yan was at most a teenager, and it was impossible for him to participate in the affairs of that year. His sense of touch and sensation gradually recovered, and he felt that his body was very hot, and there was a sharp pain in his forearm; At this moment, Xiao Langzhong finally remembered that before he passed out, his left arm had been slashed - but when he touched it, he found that the wound had been bandaged, skillfully and beautifully.

Who else could there be besides Feng Yan?

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive." Feng Yan observed him attentively, and saw that Zhao Langzhong didn't struggle anymore, and he was not in a hurry to lift the quilt, he just held his back and talked to him slowly, "I have already read that letter, I believe you, are you better now?" ”

"I ......" Hearing her say in person that she believed him, Zhao Hanjing breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, gradually let down his guard, and let himself be dizzy and paralyzed, "I had a nightmare that I dreamed that you killed me." ”

Not only that, Feng Yan recalled the content of his dream words just now, and couldn't help frowning. But she looked at the sudden collapse of the quilt, thought about it, and decided not to poke him, at least not for the time being: "I'm sorry, it was my mistake, I should have listened to you finish talking at that time." ”

"You...... You almost tossed me to death, and you only have one apology? Zhao Langzhong was so aggrieved that he lifted the quilt, only his head was exposed, and glared at Feng Yan condemningly. It's a pity that his face is full of sickness, and this stare is not strong, but like a milk cat that is only murderous because of injury.

She thought about the difference between "injured, nightmares" and "dead", if it was put on Zhao Langzhong, using the word "almost" was not so biased. Feng Yan thought of the scar on his arm again, and couldn't help but tentatively ask: "Since the apology is not enough, what enemies did you have in the past?" I'll get your revenge. ”

"......" Zhao Hanjing couldn't help but stiffen for a moment, and then comforted himself, no, how could there be such a coincidence, the other party just asked casually; So he deliberately avoided the topic of the enemy, tried to put on a disdainful appearance, and put forward the only request he could think of at the moment, "Are you full of those things that fight and kill, isn't this kind of thing more real to lose money?" You're paying me for my medicine! Only money can comfort me! ”

"I do have some property in the capital, but I don't have any money right now." She could see that the other party seemed to be disdainful, but he was trying to hide something behind it. Then there are only two possibilities: first, even if she kills Yu Yu's accomplices in front of him, he still doesn't trust her, and wants to hide that past completely, pretending that he is an ordinary person, and just living an ordinary life; Second, put a long line and catch big fish.

If he is a genuine person who wants to pass ordinary for a lifetime, she is willing to accompany him to hide it; But if he wants to be a good imitation ...... Then she'll be with you.

So, Feng Yan added: "You know, I can't go back and get the money." ”

After holding back for a long time, Zhao Hanjing could only accuse him sternly: "You are a bachelor." ”

"In this way, I will mortgage the knife and leather belt to you, and you can take it to the pawnshop to pawn, you should be able to." Feng Yan suggested casually, Hitomi Ren casually hid behind his drooping eyelids, and observed Zhao Hanjing's reaction from the gap with bad intentions.

"......" Zhao Hanjing noticed the full malice behind the so-called "kindness", and he was angry, relying on the fact that the use value still existed, but he also burned his brain with fever, and directly pierced the trap of the other party with his neck, "Are you stupid to me?" Send things to the pawnshop, and then I will be found by your enemy Shun Teng, and you will not be afraid of anything if you want to go if you want to go with long legs! And then I'll have to be tortured for nothing, won't I? No money, right? Then you will pay off my debts with my work! Take your wages to pay! ”