Mo Feng's previous family was quite happy.

His father was a small leader in a state-owned enterprise, and his mother opened a supermarket by herself, and life was thriving, but since Yang Hong served as the vice principal, the family began to come to an end.

Mo Feng used to always have pocket money in his pocket, and his own awakening talent was not bad, and he was sunny in school, but Yang Hong's arrival set his sights on all the students whose families were solid but lacking in foundation.

Later, under the persecution of Yang Hong, Mo Feng refused to curry favor, so his mother's supermarket was robbed every day, and his father's state-owned enterprise was also oppressed by the upper echelons.

The supervision department is also very diligent, but it just can't catch Yang Hong for a long time.

Under Yang Hong's daily oppression, his mother's supermarket was forced to close, and his father was fired from a state-owned enterprise.

I thought that Yang Hong would stop, but I didn't expect it to get worse, and finally my mother was overwhelmed, and one night she hanged herself, and her father also began to drink heavily, and he was delirious every day, Mo Feng lost everything and gradually became autistic and depressed.

It's not that they didn't want to resist, but every time they showed their intention to resist, the obstruction and retaliation from Yang Hong were as fierce as a storm.

The iron door of the house is like brittle paper, which is broken by a group of awakened people unscrupulously every night, the vase is broken, the floor is cracked, the alcoholic father is hung on the beam of the house again and again, the young Mo Feng is covered in bruises and blood, and in the end, they dare not resist the slightest and let Yang Hong oppress.

"It's over, it's all over......"

Listening to his father's cry, Mo Feng's heart was like a knife, he looked down at the note left by Lin Xiao in his palm, and a desire to become stronger was churning in his heart like a rolling stone in a mountain.

He knew that Yang Hong was not terrible, what was terrible was the group of people behind Yang Hong.

The Awakened who broke into the house that night.

The thug who carved himself with a dagger.

The tiger wolf who hung his father from the beams of the house.

is the real Yang Hong.

is the real enemy.

Thinking of this, Mo Feng gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to call Lin Xiao.

But at this moment, a familiar ridicule appeared at the door of the house.

"Yo, let's see, how dare our taciturn Young Master Mo report my Brother Hong in front of everyone."

Suddenly, Mo Feng stiffened.

The familiar feeling of fear welled up in my heart.

At the door of the dimly lit house, the iron door was unscrewed open like a twisted flower, and three figures stood at the door, shrouded in darkness.

"Don't! Please! ”

The alcoholic father lay on the ground like a dog, constantly kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Please don't embarrass my son, it wasn't us who did it, it was the Prison Palace, it has nothing to do with us......"

Trample!

A black steel-wrapped sole stepped on his father's back, and along a stainless steel armor, the familiar triangular eyes stared coldly at his father.

"You didn't do it?"

"If you didn't report it, how could Brother Hong be sentenced?"

"You are really looking for death, I originally wanted to let you go, why do you want to die? Why do you have to die? Well?! ”

Rumble!

The stainless steel soles of the feet stepped on hard.

In the surging blood, my father's back was pierced by the soles of his feet, and the blood was mixed with white bone residues.

The father snorted, his eyes widened, and he wanted to reach out and grab something, but he gradually fell weakly, and finally lay in a pool of blood, motionless.

Mo Feng's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that the scene in front of him was real, but the smell of blood in his nose and the picture he saw with his eyes told him that it was true, his father was really trampled to death, like an ant, trampled to death......

"And you~"

When those triangular eyes looked at Mo Feng, Mo Feng felt like he was being targeted by a Tyrannosaurus rex, and he was like a little white rabbit with no strength to resist.

Under the emotion of extreme fear, Mo Feng ran away.

"Run? Where can you run? ”

The triangular eyes smiled coldly.

It echoed in my ears like a talisman.

The more Mo Feng escaped, his heart was beating violently, and finally when he was about to jump out of the window to escape, he was dragged back by the triangular eye.

Boom!

Mo Feng slammed to the ground, his eyes blackened.

Triangular Eyes stood in front of him, clutching a cold dagger.

"You say, it's better to take your arms off, or to gouge out your eyes?"

The triangular eyes crouched in front of Mo Feng, leaking a devilish smile.

"Don't ...... No...... Don't ......"

At this time, the other two awakened people said impatiently, "Can you hurry up?" Just kill it, why waste time here? ”

Hearing this, the triangular eye stabbed out the dagger fiercely.

Suddenly, the blood was filled again.

"Then take both of your arms off."

"Hahaha, I'm going to make you worse off than dead......"

In the laughter that was almost crazy, the triangular eyes clutched the dagger fiercely, his face was full of blood and evil smiles, and he looked at Mo Feng who was wailing in front of him.

The night is like ink, covering all darkness.

Mo Feng's wail resounded for a kilometer.

"Dare to scream?"

The triangular eye took advantage of the situation to pierce Mo Feng's vocal cords.

The angle, precision, and depth are all well grasped.

Mo Feng lost all his voice in an instant.

The throat and eyes can only emit a trembling sound of unknown meaning.

He was trembling, bloody, desperate and helpless.

……

Eventually, all the noise returned to silence.

The moon outside the window was still bright, but the blood in the room was dim.

Mo Feng lay in a pool of blood, like a corpse for a long time, and after a long time, his fingertips trembled, opened his eyes covered in blood scabs, struggled to get up, and slowly turned his head.

Next to them are two arms that have been severed.

He picked up his two arms, stood up tremblingly, and looked at his father, who was no longer breathing, his numb face was stained with dry tears, and a pair of young eyes were swallowed up by the haze.

In the pool of blood, there was also Lin Xiao's note.

The phone number on the note.

Already covered in red blood.

Holding his arms and squatting next to his father's corpse, Mo Feng cried heartbreakingly, but his vocal cords were pierced, and he couldn't make a single sound in this silent night.

After a long time, he picked up the note in the pool of blood and stiffened for a long time, but instead of dialing the number, he got up and walked to his basement.

In the early years, when my father was working in a state-owned unit, he worked in a laboratory, and although the position was only an assistant professor, he still obtained a mysterious thing that ordinary people could not touch.

That night, when my father came home mysteriously, he sealed off the basement and sternly warned himself not to enter the basement.

And now, Mo Feng found the key from his father's corpse.

Pushing open the wooden door of the basement that had been sealed for a long time, the smell of rotting wood came from inside, but Mo Feng's eyes were glazed, and he went deeper and deeper down the steps without any reaction.

He finally saw what was in the basement.