This scar is a very deep memory of Yang Yi. At that time, he was about five years old, Zhu Shanhua took him with him, and he still lived in Qijiang.

Yang Yi was not a good child, and he was weak and sick until he left Qijiang, and when he was five years old, he contracted mumps, and the right side of his face was swollen like a bun. At that time, the two mothers and children were destitute, and Zhu Shanhua didn't realize that it was mumps when Yang Yi had an early attack due to lack of parenting experience, and Zhu Shanhua realized that something was wrong when Yang Yi couldn't stand the pain and finally started crying. After taking Yang Yi to the hospital for diagnosis, he borrowed money everywhere, which made the condition drag on and on, and he could only undergo surgery after the end.

The scar remained, and as I aged, it gradually moved behind my right ear as the skin expanded.

It was really painful back then, so Yang Yi sometimes looked at himself in the mirror to see where the scar had moved, and naturally he couldn't be more ripe.

At this time, how can you not be surprised to suddenly see the same scar appear strangely on another person?

Instinctively, Yang Yi took a step back and gasped.

The man in the air was originally facing away from Yang Yi, and his eyes on his waist were wandering aimlessly. But just when Yang Yi made this little sound, those eyes stopped abruptly and looked at Yang Yi fixedly.

Yang Yi was stared at by it, only to feel that his whole body was like falling ice, and he shivered uncontrollably.

At the same time, the man in the air made a jaw-dropping turn one hundred and eighty degrees. The next moment, the eyes that looked at Yang Yi were no longer the strange eyes on his waist, but a pair of even more strange eyes.

Ordinary people's eyes may have different eye colors, but they all have eye masks, but these ones don't. The whole eye is pitch black, and I don't know if all the holes are filled with pupils or eye masks!

What is even more frightening is that every time the eyes shake slightly, not only does it exude a deep light, but there is also a kind of floating black mist that draws an irregular trajectory in the air, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading black filth.

None of these are the scariest. The most terrifying thing is that that face is exactly the same as Yang Yi's most feared guess, and it really looks exactly like himself!

Who can mistake their own face?

The correct answer is, exclude all abnormal factors, absolutely not!

That person was born with his own face!

Yang Yi finally screamed uncontrollably.

The man smiled suddenly, revealing a mouth full of staggered teeth, each of which had the shape of a human tooth, reminiscent of a shark's tooth. They are even sharper and more irregularly arranged than sharks, even on the tongue and palate.

Yang Yi took another step back, not only because of the exact same face, but also because of his chilling eyes. Because of being stared at by this eye, he couldn't help but think of the starling raised by Zhu Shanhua.

Ms. Zhu Shanhua had a nervous moment one day, and she had to go to the flower and bird market to get a starling to raise, and Yang Yi was once very bored by its irritability. Finally one day, a flower cat next door found it, and then it was a cold condensation for half a month. The cat didn't do anything, just quietly lying on the balcony every day, looking at the starling with a focused expression, licking its paws or chin intermittently. This lasted for half a month, and Yang Yi got up one morning to find that the starling was broken and fell into the birdcage, and the entire balcony and the birdcage were stained with blood. The bird feathers in the cage and the broken corpses of the eight songs are all there, but the internal organs are missing.

Now, Yang Yi felt that he was the staring starling. Flying in the sky, it is something ten thousand times more terrifying than the cat next door.

It's not that I don't want to escape, but I can't even have the strength to escape.

At this moment, the man in the sky hissed out loudly.

For the first time, Yang Yi didn't hear clearly, because the sound was too loud, like a nuclear storm, and a roaring giant reverberated between heaven and earth, shaking his ears as if he was deaf.

The second time, Yang Yi heard it clearly. Although it is a very inexplicable reason, as a mixed-race, Yang Yi has to work a little harder than others when he learns English. So Yang Yi heard it clearly this time, and he roared two syllables: "Raymond!"

Translated to be a person's name: Raymond.

Then Yang Yi was sure that he was calling a person's name, because this person hissed, and repeatedly called it no less than a hundred times in a short period of time!

The only thing that doesn't know for sure is that he calls himself, himself or a third person?

didn't have time to think about it, just when Yang Yi was terrified and wanted to be able to escape invisibly, a light shone down through the thick black mist and thunder light, and it was shining on the man's face.

It's like the snow melts in the sun, and the parts that are exposed to the sun begin to deform and melt. The man hissed and covered his face. Through the gap between the fingers, a bloody soup of flesh and blood flowed in.

He covered half of his face with one hand, tried to block out the light projected in the endless distance in the sky with the other, and still shouted, "Ranymond!"

Yang Yi was stunned, and suddenly shouted, "It's not me!"

The shout exits, and the picture turns!

Everything came and went without a trace, and the next moment, Yang Yi found himself standing on the bridge, looking down at Moxi.

The bridge is still the bridge to the eye, and the creek is still Moxi.

The water under the bridge is still there, and the man in the ski shirt on the bridge is still there.

Yang looked at him in a cold sweat, but saw him raise his hand and lift his hat, and smiled lightly at himself.

Yang Yi is like a lightning strike!

When the face of the man on the opposite bridge was finally clear, it was horrifying to find that he actually looked like his own face.

The man smiled, and smiled, Yang Yi saw that his hands and feet trembled, and he never knew that Lu Dao could smile so viciously and so evil with his own face, exuding a quiet hideousness.

Yang Yi shouted. The man put his hat back on and quickly slipped into the crowd and disappeared.

Immediately, the lost pedestrian and all the colors and sounds around him returned.

Yang Yi stood by the bridge as if he had asthma, panting violently, sweating as if he had just been fished out of the water, and countless surprised and inexplicable eyes fell on him.

In his ears, Yang Yi heard a timid whisper from a female voice, "Ah Qiang, what was he shouting just now?"

"I didn't hear you. This man is afraid that he is sick. ”

The female voice said, "Ah Qiang, let's go." This man is scary. ”

"Well, let's go to the bridge opposite. ”

Yang Yi looked up in a daze, only to see that many people were looking at him, with sympathy, fear, disgust, and regret, which was as complicated as the tide came straight over.

I was extremely scared, and I felt that my whole body was sore, and I was so tired after playing football all afternoon. Yang Yi steadied himself, staggered away from the crowd, and ran in the direction of his home.

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