Song Qiutang was wrapping herself tightly in a blanket, she shrunk in the corner, and the hand in the blanket was holding a submachine gun.

After being taken out of the courtyard by Luo Yan before, the two moved to this black and dilapidated small building.

The small building seemed to have been burned by fire, and everywhere was pitch black, and the environment was much worse than before.

What's even worse is that just now Luo Yan left her alone and went out alone, saying that she was cleaning up some things.

As soon as Luo Yan left, she didn't dare to sleep even more.

Listening to the wind outside, she could only pray that Luo Yan would come back soon.

Her prayers seemed to be heard by the gods, and it wasn't long before she heard Luo Yan's footsteps.

Song Qiutang knew that Luo Yan deliberately let himself hear it.

Otherwise, with his ability, it may not be so difficult to touch it quietly.

Sure enough, the door opened.

Luo Yan walked in with a flashlight.

"When you're done, you can sleep in peace."

Luo Yan put the 'dragon elephant' in the corner, and sat down by himself, clasped his hands, and seemed to plan to lie down on the spot and sleep.

Song Qiutang looked around and said, "Can't we go back to the room we had before?" ”

"At least there are tents there."

Luo Yan really lay down on the hay floor with his clothes, leaned on the 'dragon elephant', closed his eyes and said, "If you want to go back, go back." ”

"It's a little dirty in there now, though."

Song Qiutang asked casually: "How dirty?" ”

"Well, inside and outside the courtyard, there are about thirty corpses lying there." Luo Yan replied with his eyes closed.

Song Qiutang suddenly had an urge to scold.

Thirty corpses.

He just went out for a while, and he killed so many people?

Song Qiutang felt a little weak and shrank in the corner: "Then I'll stay here." ”

She didn't want to sleep in the same place as thirty corpses.

Luo Yan didn't care about her this time, and after a while, Song Qiutang heard the sound of even breathing.

She knew that Luo Yan was asleep.

Song Qiutang was very envious of Luo Yan's ability to sleep when he lay down.

But she didn't know that Luo Yan hadn't actually fallen asleep yet.

He closed his eyes and slowed down his breathing, which was a preparation before falling asleep.

But he hadn't slept yet.

Luo Yan was feeling a little uncomfortable now.

It's not because killing those people makes him feel bad.

When the bald man left the ancestral hall, Luo Yan was already following them, so he listened to what those men said word for word.

Since these men wanted to kill themselves, then, Luo Yan would not have a little psychological burden when he started cutting them off.

But since he left the chrysanthemum picking base, Luo Yan has always felt a little uncomfortable.

At first he thought he was sick.

Soon, however, he realized that the discomfort seemed to be of mental origin.

On this day, Luo Yan would always feel in a trance from time to time, unable to concentrate, as if he was a little sluggish after staying up all night.

This makes him sometimes think very clearly, like a dusty window, he can see what's outside the window, but because of the dust, he can't always see clearly.

Luo Yan suspected that this had something to do with the demon monk crossing the sky.

The monk's blow before he died, although he carried it, he felt very uncomfortable at the time.

It was like someone had splashed a bucket of dirty water, which made him feel sick.

In addition, the mind is in a trance, and the thoughts are not accessible, and this kind of sign is only after leaving the chrysanthemum picking base.

So Luo Yan's thoughts were deepened.

Let's get some sleep first.

I'll see again tomorrow.

Saying this to himself, Luo Yan relaxed his mind and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long it took before he felt a warm sensation, and then he heard a familiar voice shouting.

"Xiao Yan, get up Xiao Yan."

Luo Yan's eyelids moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the bright sunlight pouring in through the window with the grille.

The infinite light swept away the gloom in his heart.

Luo Yan yawned and propped himself up.

Suddenly surprised.

Instead of a haystack under him, he had a bed covered with sheets.

It was covered with a quilt with patchwork marks, and there was a bookmark next to it.

Luo Yan looked around.

The wardrobe with cartoon stickers is ajar, and the unfolded school uniform falls out; On the table next to him, the homework he had written last night was not put away, and a second-hand mobile phone flashed a green light, reminding Luo Yan that the battery was fully charged.

On the wall next to the door hung a photograph of Luo Yan in her teens, being held by a plainly dressed woman, who was her mother in her youth.

Luo Yan felt in a trance again.

This room, this scene.

He knew it all too well.

This is the bedroom in his home.

Then there was a knock on the door.

There was three rings, and the door was opened.

A woman walked in: "Awake? ”

"Brush your teeth as soon as you wake up."

"Look at you, the windows won't be opened, so the air won't circulate."

"Go wash up, I'll clean your room today, Sunday."

"You will go to the supermarket later, go buy some dumpling wrappers and lean meat, and let's make dumplings at noon."

"Why, haven't you woken up yet?"

"It can't be sick, right?"

The woman who kept babbling stretched out her hand and pressed it on Luo Yan's forehead, and the warm palm made Luo Yan hug the figure in front of him all of a sudden.

I'm afraid it's just a dream.

"This kid doesn't have a hot forehead."

"If you're not sick, get me out of bed."

"No matter how old a person is, he is still coquettish, not ashamed."

As she said this, the corners of the woman's mouth were full of smiles, her eyes were soft, and her hands, which were already a little rough, gently rubbed Luo Yan's hair.

Luo Yan could feel the breath on her body, and this vivid breath told him that it was not a dream.

This is not a dream.

However, wasn't my mother taken away by the car of the Behemoth Strategy Mansion?

Moreover, wasn't his home destroyed in the Monster Disaster?

The most important thing is that he and Song Qiutang are together, how could they suddenly return home?

A series of questions made Luo Yan let go of his hand and jumped to the ground.

Then he opened the Shinzo.

It could be some kind of hallucination.

His 'peep silver eyes' can see through all illusions, as long as he opens the divine hide, he will know whether this is reality or a dream.

"What are you doing, surprised?" The woman frowned slightly, then began to fold the quilt.

Then seeing Luo Yan stunned, the woman couldn't help laughing: "You kid, are you sleeping stupid?" ”

She stood up and pushed Luo Yan out of the door: "Go wash your face and sober up." ”

She had no idea how shocked Luo Yan was now.

Kamizo, unable to start.

Or rather, it's gone!

In Luo Yan's eyes, the world did not become a stick figure.

It is still rich in color and layering, rather than outlined with black brushstrokes.

Luo Yan hurriedly ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

This look.

He froze.

In the mirror is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who has just entered junior high school.

Black hair and brown eyes, warm eyes, no murderous intent.

This, is this me?