It's hell, my lord

Zhu Xingchen could feel a force in the inner mansion rampaging, and then one after another coolness hit——Zhu Yinfeng released his divine sense and barely suppressed this force for him.

Zhu Yinfeng frowned, and exchanged glances with Lin Shuci silently.Lin Shuci shook his head: "There are some things we can't interfere with, even the gods can't escape their fate, let alone us who are like ants."

In the evening of the next day, Zhu Xingchen suddenly got up from the bed and vividly interpreted what it means to "sit up with a dying illness and a serious shock".Then he scratched his hair without thinking, and fell into the illusion of "Who am I? Where am I?"

"Zhu Xingchen, come out to eat!" Zhu Yinfeng somehow knew that Zhu Xingchen had woken up, and shouted condescendingly outside, because Zhu Yinfeng is usually too lazy to even say a word, In the next room, I have to send WeChat to order myself.

Zhu Xingchen put on a clean hoodie, walked into the bathroom with distracted eyes, and as soon as his face was wet with cold water, the scene he saw in the inner mansion last night suddenly reappeared. After a thousand years, the suppressed emotions still occupied him brain.

He took a deep breath, and while wiping his face dry, he silently recited the Purifying Mantra in his heart.

This fucking past life.

Zhu Xingchen left after eating and didn't stay long. Zhu Yinfeng didn't want to see these two unsightly children, so he drove them out even with their dogs. Staring at Xiaoha for a while: "Your dog looks really ugly, where did you pick it up?"

"I bought it in the store, don't criticize it like that. It's just ugly, but it's still good. It can add fun to my lonely life." Zhu Xingchen defended without force, regretting what he said Buy this dog now.

When Zhu Xingchen arrived in the community, the sky was completely dark, except for the lights in his home not far away, the community was terribly dark, and even the street lights were groggy.Zhu Xingchen frowned, wondering why all these unlucky things have happened around me recently.

When Zhu Xingchen first came to this community, he found something unusual. It turned out to be a problem with the Feng Shui pattern, so the unavoidable yin is relatively heavy. The place is deserted during the day, and most of the people who live there are office workers, leaving early...not returning late .Not even a shadow of a person.There have been too many things going on recently, coupled with the seemingly normal popularity here, blinded his consciousness.

"Zhuxian Formation?" Zhu Xingchen withdrew the divine consciousness that had been released, and the buildings were in a strange but orderly pattern. All spiritual energy and yin energy were wrapped in these buildings, while the outside power was still being swallowed in all the time.

The black clouds in the sky are superimposed, and the red and yellow moon appears and disappears in it, which makes the whole community shrouded in a layer of turbulent shadows.

After He Xian lost his temper at Zhu Xingchen's house, he secretly regretted it again at home.Zhu Xingchen has been kind to him in every detail since we met him, even though He Xian keenly smelled a bit out of shape in it, he still loves Zhu Xingchen like a mother.

But... About grandma, he is absolutely unwilling to say anything, chewing those ugly and terrible thoughts again, He Xian is not a masochist.What if he found out?Will you hate me?Will you find me disgusting?Will... you want to leave me?

What a coward I am, He Xian thought.

It was rare for He Xian not to be able to read a single word, and several hardcover books were piled up beside the bed.He was annoyed, but the phone screen suddenly lit up, and on it was a text message from his moth father: Grandma is seriously ill, come back quickly, remember to bring money.

The time is June 2014, 6, and it has been more than two years since now.This text message will be resent every day, as if someone who has been dead for many years suddenly has a corpse again.

He decided to go back again.

As usual, Zhu Xingchen knocked on the door first, and only used the key when no one came to open it.

"He Xian?" Zhu Xingchen called softly, and then pushed open the door of He Xian's room: "Huh? Are you not there?"

He Xian could not be found in the whole family. Zhu Xingchen rejected the possibility of this guy going to the supermarket or going out to eat by himself, and directly used his spiritual consciousness to track his direction. Yu Zhu Xingchen's hand also played a positioning effect at this time.

This connection is very weak, as if it will be extinguished as soon as it is pinched, which shows that He Xian's current situation may not be good.Zhu Xingchen didn't realize it himself. After sensing his weak connection, his palms were already sweating.

Zhu Xingchen didn't care about anything else, and flew directly from her balcony Yujian.Fortunately, this guy still has a little IQ left, and he still remembers stuffing a talisman into his mouth, hiding his body in the air.Otherwise, there will be a big news that will explode all over the world in the morning—a man suspected of cultivating immortals, flying with a sword in the middle of the night.

Zhu Xingchen rushed to the door of He Xian's house angrily, and rang the doorbell rationally.The doorbell seemed to be out of battery and couldn't make any sound.Zhu Xingchen knocked on the door impatiently, as if he had a deep hatred with this door.

The cat's eyes suddenly went dark, and the people inside seemed to have been standing in front of the door, confronting Zhu Xingchen across the door, but they just didn't open the door.

Zhu Xingchen held his breath and knocked a few more times, ready to use violence to break in if the person didn't open the door the next second.All charges of breaking and entering private houses were forgotten.

After making up his mind, the door opened slowly and shamelessly.The door was only opened by a palm-sized distance, and the old man's voice came out from inside: "Who is it?"

"Excuse me, is He Xian at home?" Zhu Xingchen didn't answer him, but changed the subject skillfully.

"Are you A Xian's friend?" Hearing the old man's voice, the door opened slightly again.

Zhu Xingchen: "Yes."

The door was completely opened, and Zhu Xingchen walked into the entrance. The house was small, even smaller than the house where they lived together, but the floor was cleaned very cleanly. A bit of charm that they never had before in their lifetime came.It's just that the air is gloomy like moldy, and Zhu Xingchen's chest feels tight and uncomfortable.

The old man staggered to the door of a room and knocked on the door slowly: "Axian... your friend is here."

Immediately there was a light sound from inside, and the door lock opened with a "click".He Xian walked out with those indifferent eyes: "Why are you here?"

"Of course I came to your house to look for you. But you, why did you come back... here?" Zhu Xingchen paused, and then asked: "This is your house, right?"

"Yeah." He Xian pushed his glasses: "I miss my grandma, so I'll come back and have a look." He glanced at the back of grandma who was walking to the kitchen, then turned to Zhu Xingchen and said, "Come to my room if you have anything to say. "

Zhu Xingchen hesitated for a second, and stopped at the door of He Xian's room. He Xian, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and looked at him in bewilderment: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Xingchen didn't answer, and the "pit father" carved with runes had already condensed a layer of red frost, and his murderous intent was revealed in an instant: "Hand over He Xian."

The corner of 'He Xian''s mouth twitched, still unchanged from his usual indifference: "Why are you crazy?"

When seeing He Xian coming out of the house, Zhu Xingchen didn't have much doubts, but He Xian's first sentence - "Why are you here?" What a pleasant tone, it seems like a different person.He Xian has always disliked others trying to touch his privacy and his bottom line is this family, and he has never mentioned it in front of anyone.

As for "I miss my grandma", Zhu Xingchen thinks that He Xian will never hear such nasty words in his life.Not to mention the sentence "come to my room to talk about something", under normal circumstances, He Xian would say at most one word: "Get out!" A more tactful tone would be: "Please get out!"

"Still pretending, do you still want me to award you an Oscar statuette?" Zhu Xingchen turned his true energy into a sword, and stayed around the fake He Xian, forming a threatening gesture.

When He Xian saw this situation, he suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth strangely, Zhu Xingchen couldn't help sighing, this expression on He Xian's face was really creepy.

"Who do you want?"

"He Xian." Zhu Xingchen frowned even tighter: "It's the real one."

He smiled slyly again, if Zhu Xingchen hadn't hindered He Xian from finding it, he would have tied him up and chopped it up.

"Really? There is nothing real. We are all products of the desires of the heart of hell, imperfect fakes." Fake He Xian said very calmly and straightforwardly: "Your He Xian and I are both the same thing."