There is no huge shock and impact, when the scattered petal warhead is ejected. My aunt glanced down at her chest, which had a large hole in it. You can see Zhong Kui's half-pulled body in front from the back-

Auntie doesn't hurt, she's already a soulless ghost. She stood quietly in the wind, her face was irrepressibly gloomy, but complex and terrifying. Although she didn't break out into a terrible scream, her bloodshot eyes stared at Zhong Kui with hatred. There was a momentary froze in the light of his eyes, and his body was almost gone, struggling in the hidden pain of being torn apart by the wind layer by layer. In the end, there was a faint sense of pain, the look in his eyes was dark, and the cracks in his pale facial features appeared one by one, little by little, small pieces, like phantoms, floating away with the wind.

Foggy and dreamlike. The feeling of being wet and cold! Clench your elbows. The dew-stained, flexible leaves of the silk grass hung low, and the dew beads slipped along the tips of the leaves on his face.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and my vision was blurry, as if I was stuck with eye droppings. Subconsciously raised his left hand and wiped his face fiercely, feeling wet. The line of sight began to become clear, and everything around came into view-

Struggled to get up, his confused gaze scanned the surroundings, as if everything in his memory had become vague and unreal. The fingers have been bent for a long time, and the knuckles are a little painful. The pain extended to his arm, reawakening memories he hadn't had time to settle down with. Meng Buding remembered why he didn't wipe his face with his right hand just now, it turned out that his right arm was painful and he couldn't lift it.

The backpack was a few feet away, and Zhong Kui felt like he had no money to live in a hotel and was taken away. The lonely, lonely, and blurred image in my mind must have been a nightmare I had last night.

In a dream, he met his aunt and saw another self rushing towards him. At the moment when his aunt disappeared, he scuffled with him—at the thought of this, there was a faint pain in his arm, and a crescent-like scar on his arm seemed to have been scarred—

Beat his spirits, picked up his backpack, and a damp breath rushed in, and his whole body trembled. Only then did he feel hungry, and Zhong Kui remembered that there was food in his backpack. At least a loaf of bread or something, sat down on the floor again, leaned against a huge branch, handed the bag to his lap and unzipped it. After rummaging through each other, I finally found bread and half a bottle of mineral water on the third floor.

The bread mixed with the mineral water filled his stomach and continued walking. He couldn't remember what had happened yesterday, as if he had gone through a nightmare. When everything came back to reality, the feeling made him more and more sure of the scenes that appeared in the dream.

It's not about walking aimlessly, it's about following a path. The compass stopped turning, I don't know if it was broken or something else, but when he left the place where he woke up, he suddenly found that the compass was working again.

The slender pointer was bouncing—looking at the location, he was heading for the heart of the forest. I don't know why, he suddenly had a strong premonition, what will he see next-

Sure enough, at the end of the road, an iron gate appeared. There were a lot of people gathered at the door, dressed in uniform, as if looking for something.

Zhong Kui stared at them vigilantly, the only weapon in his hand was the Soul Eater Spear. He didn't know what harm this Soul Eater Gun was to humans.

However, these people do not seem to have malicious intent. When Zhong Kui appeared in front of them, Qi Shushu's eyes and surprised expressions all looked at him-

Suddenly, a man ran towards him, desperately stretching out a warm arm and hugging him.

"Good brother, it's fine that you're okay."

Zhong Kuimune stood stiffly, struggling with some resistance in the intimate embrace of this strange and familiar person.

His abnormal, sluggish behavior left many people confused. They looked at him suspiciously, and someone called his name: "Zhong Kui, aren't you the special department?" We arrived at your call. ”

"Phone?" Zhong Kui was confused, when did he call outside? Besides: how can you make a call if there is no signal on the broken mobile phone?

The person who hugged him also hurriedly asked, "Little brother, what's wrong with you?" You won't forget my old brother who has forgotten his old age, right? ”

looked at the other party's temples with white temples and wrinkles on their faces, and they were so excited that they burst into tears. Zhong Kui didn't dislike him, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away his tears, shook his head and said, "It's not that I forgot, I can't remember who you are at all." ”

"Brother, I'm Zhiqing, they-they're all your colleagues, and they're also Jun'er's colleagues."

"Colleague?"

"yes!"

"Yes."

Several people came up and said to Zhong Kui with their mouths.

"Zhong Kui, do you remember? You're teasing that guy in the conference room, he's killed himself. ”

"Why suicide?" Zhong Kui seems to be interested in this.

"Let's go back and talk about it, let's clear this place first." The team leader stopped the little comrade who was chirping crookedly and talking.

As they spoke, they all changed into snow-white defensive suits. It looked like some kind of medicine was going to be sprayed, and there were a lot of sprayers on the ground. Jiqing is left behind to take care of Jong-kyu, wanting to evoke his memories with conversation.

Zhong Kui really didn't remember who these people were in front of him, and his mind was blank.

Several colleagues were setting up makeshift tents, and Zhong Kui gulped down the food they handed them.

Zhiqing stared at him distressedly, looking at him as a starving ghost. God knows, what happened to him in the forest for such a month, and how did he get out of it?

After the tent was set up, Zhiqing handed Zhong Kui a bottle of water: "Swallow slowly, don't choke." ”

"Thank you."

"You, don't be polite to me. We're brothers, and we don't pay attention to those crepe things. ”

"O(∩_∩)O haha~." Zhong Kui felt that his smile must be ugly, because he saw that the other party was not smiling.

A reporter from a self-proclaimed newspaper, after obtaining Zhiqing's consent, came into the tent and sat down next to Zhong Kui and asked with a smile: "Zhong Kui, can you recall the story that happened to you?" ”

"I don't remember, it's like a dream. This dream is very long, and when you wake up, you can't find your way home, and then you walk wildly, and I see you. ”

"Can't! When you called us, you made it clear and clear, and told Jun'er how to take the route. You have sent him the details of this prison by text message, otherwise how would the bureau believe him. Sending so many people to you? ”

Zhong Kuimu looked at Zhiqing, what he said didn't seem to have anything to do with him. "It's not me, it's not me calling, I don't know, I don't know."

Seeing that Zhong Kui's emotions were a little out of control, Zhiqing hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, forget it if you don't know, don't force yourself, let's think slowly." ”