Chen Zifan decided to leave the city, although he had all kinds of hatred, all kinds of resentment, all kinds of unwillingness, but the reality had forced him to leave the city.

The power of the network is powerful and cruel, in this city Chen Zifan has been pulled so that even the eighteenth generation of his ancestors were born dressed clearly, he can't stay any longer, although this city has his ambitions, with his efforts, and he can't forget the love and hatred, but this city only has a small pure land that can continue to let him continue.

Although netizens are impulsive and love and hate, they are also forgetful. China is so big, get out of here, avoid it from everyone's eyes, and soon everyone will forget about him, and he just needs to lie dormant during this time, rest well, and sooner or later he will come back here again. For his ambition, but also for his hatred.

At half past two in the morning, Chen Zifan finally looked around the home where he had lived for many years, after losing Shi Wei that day, it became the hell of his life, and the curse that put him to death was written everywhere. His fingers touched the photo of the two at the entrance one last time, and he turned to leave the house, plunging into the dark night without hesitation.

Even if it is a city that never sleeps, it seems a little drowsy and unhappy at half past two in the morning, Chen Zifan dragged a big box and walked alone in a small alley, the sound of wheels rubbing the ground formed a low moan like a witch's spell in this lonely night, he looked up at the sky as he walked, the sky was terrifyingly dark, even the moon was buried behind thick clouds, leaving no light, as if he was alive now.

When Chen Zifan and Shi Wei bought this house, they didn't have much money in their hands, so the location they chose was a bit off-the-beaten, and on the edge of this house was a huge urban village.

He had walked this road many times, and it was familiar, but he thought that this would probably be the last time he would walk here.

A dim old-fashioned street lamp barely provided light to illuminate the road, and there were many flying insects around it, occasionally swooping on the lampshade of the street lamp and making a crackling sound, making it seem so empty in the dark night.

Standing and waiting, Chen Zifan lit a cigarette, his hands trembled violently, he raised his head and wanted to look at the moonless sky again, but suddenly it was pitch black in front of him, and he lost all consciousness.

When Chen Zifan woke up, he smelled a sour and rotten smell, so strong that he almost gagged. His head hurt so badly that he wanted to raise his hand to rub the pain, but he suddenly found that he couldn't do it.

In fact, not only his hands couldn't move, but even his whole body couldn't move. Suddenly, an unprecedented fear surged in his heart, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head in the cold winter wax moon, and then he struggled desperately.

"Awake?" A soft female voice sounded in the dark night, and Qing Lingling's biting cold.

Chen Zifan's body seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he paused suddenly, and after hesitating for a few seconds, his head slowly and slowly raised, and his eyes met the woman opposite.

Immediately after, he began to struggle violently, he wanted to scream, but his mouth was firmly attached to the sealing glue, and he could only let out a low whimper, and his bound body could only twist and wriggle like a worm.

"Are you angry?" Ding Zhu sat on an abandoned threshold opposite Chen Zifan, looking at him with a bright smile, revealing his white teeth.

"Woooooo Chen Zifan couldn't shout, he could only see his expression of anger from the cracked green tendons and swollen red cheeks.

Looking at such an expression, Ding Candle felt more and more happy, it has been half a year since she came to this task, she has been angry for half a year, only this moment is the most refreshing. After she picked up the beer bottle next to her and poured it a few sips, she picked up the bottle of beer that was still half a bottle without hesitation and smashed it directly on Chen Zifan's head.

The skull is the hardest bone in the human body, and the beer bottle is of course not bad, when the two meet, it is the beer bottle that is broken, but she doesn't know if the skull is cracked, Ding Zhu only knows that the moment the beer bottle shattered on Chen Zifan's head, all the man's struggles and groans stopped, and then the heavy smell of blood gushed out.

The man in front of him was motionless, Ding Zhu raised his eyebrows, she didn't believe that this scumbag with the aura of the male protagonist would hang up so easily, if it was so easy, it was estimated that she would not come to help Shi Wei reset her life.

Sure enough, about half a minute later, Chen Zifan's body moved again, he gasped heavily, but because his mouth was sealed, he could only breathe through his nose, his body lay on the ground, his whole face was buried on the ground, and the breath exhaled from his nose seemed to wet the rotten air even more.

"Does it hurt?" Ding Candle's smiling voice was filled with pity.

The hatred in Chen Zifan's eyes when he looked at Ding Candle was even stronger, and his body was trembling slightly, not from terror, but from bitter hatred. Probably, in Chen Zifan's heart, there is nothing more unacceptable to him than Shi Wei will resist, he glared at Ding Zhu fiercely, his expression was unprecedentedly hideous, if he could move, I was afraid that he would have jumped up and devoured her by now.

"Where is this?" Ding Zhu stood up, patted the ashes on his body gently, and slowly walked in front of Chen Zifan, looked at the man condescendingly, raised his foot and stepped on her cheek at once, stepped his whole face into the ground, and crushed it a few times.

The rough ground was full of sticky garbage and hard stones, rubbing against Chen Zifan's cheeks, and the mental humiliation was far more than the physical pain.

As Ding Zhu said, where is this? She has been saving up half a year's strength and waiting for now.

The stormy anger and resentment were vented on Chen Zifan's body, and by the time Ding Candle was completely tired, he would not move for a long time, but he was still stubborn, even if he was dying, the gaze that looked at Ding Candle was not the slightest soft, but it became more and more dark and profound.

Ding Zhu stood there and rested for a while, she smiled brightly and weirdly at Chen Zifan's eyes, bent down, and smiled at the man who was paralyzed on the ground like a broken doll: "Do you think that's it?" No, it's not almost. ”

As she spoke, she pulled out a large glass bottle from the black garbage bag that had been lying on the floor, filled with an amber-like viscous glow.

"Any idea what this is?" Ding Zhu didn't expect Chen Zifan to answer herself, she squatted down, unscrewed the jar little by little, and suddenly a rich sweetness came from the surface: "This is the honey I bought for you, the farmer's native honey, it is much more expensive than the supermarket, you have to enjoy it." ”