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After all, he is his only brother.

Chapter 196 Husband and Son【I begging for a monthly ticket recommendation at the top of my voice! 】

Luo Yan was the only one in Nuo Da's living room. She sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and silently took the teacup to the kitchen, washed it clean, and then picked up the mop to mop the dirty floor just now, and put it on the sofa. The folds of the pillow are smoothed out, and the pillows are placed in their original positions.

After finishing these things, Luo Yan stepped on her slippers and went upstairs alone.

As early as two years ago, after the incident happened when their son returned home after graduating from college, they moved to this suburban villa.

The traffic here is not convenient. It takes nearly an hour to drive to the city to buy things, and there is no scenery nearby, only empty fields, desolate and lonely.

Of course, the reason they chose this place was precisely because it was so desolate and lonely.

No one would deliberately choose such a place to be their home, except them.

Because of them, there is no choice.

There is no carpet on the stairs. Although the sound of slippers being stepped on is not loud, the surrounding space is open enough, so it is very refreshing to hear.

The curtains on the second floor were all drawn, and the air was a bit shady, which made Luo Yan feel uncomfortable.

She opened the bedroom door, and a hoarse voice asked, "Who's here?"

"It's my brother."

Compared to before, the voice seemed to be much older. Luo Yan came to the bed with a bit of sadness and distress.

Turn on the desk lamp, and from his appearance, the man lying on the bed is about 50 years old, with half-white hair, but the skin on his face is dry and cracked with white marks, which he thought were wrinkles if he didn't look carefully. Like a malnourished beggar on the side of the road.

But Luo Yan didn't dislike him at all, because this person was her husband, Zhang Hong.

Thinking of her husband's high-spirited appearance before, Luo Yan felt even more distressed.

"Are you feeling better today?"

"It's still the same. This disease is probably hereditary, and it can't be cured."

Zhang Hong stretched out his hand from under the quilt. The skin on his arm was drier than that on his face. After the end, he looked like an old man, but instead of yellowing, he was very white.

What is even more eye-catching is his hands. His fingers are as dry as branches, there is no flesh at all on the knuckles, and the skin is tightly attached to the bones. In comparison, his nails grow at a very weird speed, which is three to four centimeters long. It is long, gray, and tapered, reminiscent of a beast's claws at a glance.

"Why is it so long?" Luo Yan took his hand.

She remembered that she had just cut it this morning.

Zhang Hong could only smile helplessly.

He didn't know anything about the changes in his body. At first, he was just anorexic. He felt nauseous after eating ordinary food. He also saw a doctor, but no matter what method he used, he couldn't raise his appetite. Until two months ago, his skin began to There was a change, and it was useless to see many doctors. Whether it was blood examination or filming, the diagnosis results were consistent: no lesions were found.

Everything in his body is normal, but how is this possible!

Zhang Hong, who doesn't believe in evil, even tried hemodialysis twice, but it was useless.

In the end, thinking of his son, he finally accepted his fate.

"Xiangzi is yelling again that he's hungry, I can hear it."

In the silent atmosphere, Zhang Hong said suddenly.

Luo Yan paused for a moment, and looked at him with a bit of disbelief.

But the position of the son...

How did my husband hear it from such a distance?

"Go and have a look. He hasn't eaten for two days since the accident at the Shuguang Center."

After Zhang Hong finished speaking, he closed his eyelids weakly, and stopped talking.

Luo Yan could only sigh, turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door gently.

Looking at a dark corridor, she only felt that the sadness and grievances that had been squeezed in her heart for a long time were about to burst out. She really wanted to vent, but her son and husband were like this, and she couldn't fall down anymore.

"No more surprises."

she thought so.

In the past two years, there have been too many accidents, and the heavy burden has been placed on her as a woman. It is really, a little unbearable.

Now Luo Yan can only act coquettishly and self-willed in front of her elder brother, and only her elder brother can tolerate and help herself unconditionally.

So, I can't let my brother get involved.

Luo Yan walked to the first floor, took out the flashlight and keys from the cabinet, saw the dagger next to her, struggled with her eyes, and didn't touch it.

With a flashlight and key, she walked to the deepest room in the living room, opened the door with the key, and locked it after entering.

There are some furniture normally placed in the room, and they are all cleaned up. It looks like an ordinary reception room.

However, they have no guests.

In the past two years, except for her elder brother Luo Bianshu, the couple have never received any guests, so no other living people have entered this room except her and her husband.

Remove the coffee table and the carpet under the coffee table, and you can see a metal secret door hidden below.

This door is the same as those corpses. For a woman like Luo Yan, it is relatively heavy. She gritted her teeth and pulled open the secret door with all her strength, revealing the dark passage below.

As soon as it was opened, a gloomy coolness gushed out from the door, filling the entire room.

What's more important is the evil aura mixed in it, Luo Yan shuddered, and managed to suppress the crazy thoughts in his heart.

She turned on the flashlight and walked slowly down the stairs.

"Mom, is that you?"

Hearing the sound, a voice shouted from below.

"it's me."

Hearing this call, Luo Yan showed a smile on her face, and accelerated the speed of going down the stairs.

The deepest part of the dark passage is a basement with simple decoration. With the help of dim lights, Luo Yan can see a young man standing on the sofa in front of him.

He was tall and straight, with an unusually handsome appearance, and his smooth black hair fell down to his shoulders. If he hadn't been with him for so many years, if he were a stranger, he would never be able to tell the difference between a man and a woman at first glance.

Especially his skin and eyes, even if the light is so dim, it can be seen that his skin is as white as if it has just been fished out of milk, as if it can be broken by blowing a bomb, and the dark eyes are staring at his mother, the eyes are so gentle Enough to melt the ice.

"How are you feeling?"