Back to before the villain destroyed the world [End Times]

Lu Zhenghan's low-grade fever kept recurring, and the temperature did not subside until the next day, but rose by 0.5 degrees.Lu Zhenghan was mentally exhausted because of the fever, so their plan to skip class and travel had to be postponed.

Thursday, June 2025, 6.

Countdown: 10 days.

After breakfast, Lu Zhenghan went back to the bedroom to rest, and Jian Xing told him to drink more water.

Lu Zhenghan agreed, closed the bedroom door, paused, turned the lock slightly, locked the bedroom door, then gritted his teeth and rushed into the bathroom, vomited all the breakfast and antipyretics he had just eaten into the toilet come out.

After the stomach emptied, a fire-like hunger surged up.

Lu Zhenghan wanted to support himself, but his father's bewitching voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"I know what you're thinking." The tone of the voice was full of disgusting arrogance and confidence, "You don't want to drink those bland porridge, you want to eat meat, you want to drink blood, you want to call that Jane Xing people swallow it in their stomachs."

Lu Zhenghan grabbed the edge of the toilet violently, and what he saw was the filth he had just spit out, but at this moment he felt that he was no different from this pile of things.

It's all disgusting garbage.

Since the high fever yesterday, he has been having auditory hallucinations, and his abdomen is always full of a strong sense of hunger, which cannot be eliminated with ordinary food. He wants to eat meat, meat with warm blood.

Lu Zhenghan felt that he must be crazy, even crazier than his father.

"He's outside now." The auditory hallucination sounded again, tempting, "He's defenseless against you, you go out now, like I did to your mother..."

"I won't." Lu Zhenghan said, trying to interrupt the auditory hallucination, "I will never be like you."

He wobbled to stand up, pressed the flush button, and said firmly and indifferently amidst the ear-piercing flushing sound: "Never."

If the day came that he couldn't bear it anymore, he would kill himself.

He will never let his mother's tragedy happen to the person he loves, even if that desire/desire drives him almost crazy.

Lu Zhenghan walked out of the bathroom and fell onto the bed.

He tried to paralyze himself with sleep, but the voices in his ears were endless, louder and more intense.

They kept luring Lu Zhenghan, like huge waves, slapping Lu Zhenghan's psychological defense line fiercely and angrily.

Lu Zhenghan tightly closed his eyes, but the vivid hallucinations were still unfolding in front of his eyes frame by frame.

He saw the picture of his mother being killed by his father, the blood spattered out, half of it flowed along his mother's white and soft skin and fell to the ground, and half of it splashed up and sprinkled on Lu Zhenghan's face.

The blood was warm, with the aroma of fresh rust.

Lu Zhenghan frowned, trying to break free from the illusion, but in the next second, the person lying on the metal table turned into Jian Xing, and the person holding the knife turned into Lu Zhenghan himself.

Scarlet hot blood was dripping drop by drop along Lu Zhenghan's fingers.

No... that's not right.

Lu Zhenghan wanted to shake off the knife, but a white and strong hand suddenly grabbed Lu Zhenghan.

That hand has beautiful joints, and the skin is flexible. When the fingertips move, you can still see the outline of the blood vessels that rise and fall. It is Jian Xing's hand.

"I am willing." The voice in the ear suddenly turned into Jian Xing's whisper, hoarse and soft, more deceptive than strong wine, "Lu Zhenghan, I am willing to give you my heart and everything I have."

He grabbed Lu Zhenghan's hand and placed it on his chest, touching his beating heart through the thin fabric of the T-shirt.

"Eat me." Jian Xing grasped Lu Zhenghan's fingers tightly, "Lu Zhenghan, eat..."

"No!" Lu Zhenghan suddenly opened his eyes.

He didn't know when he sat up, his palms pressed hard against the sheets, and the outline of blue veins stretched out on the back of his hands.

The tendons seemed to come alive, struggling and twisting under his skin, about to break free from the flesh and come out as a ferocious worm.

"Lu Zhenghan." Jian Xing's real voice suddenly came through the door.

Lu Zhenghan's eyes widened suddenly, and the fantasies and delusions that he had just suppressed swept back in an instant, turning into something bigger and more ferocious than a giant wave, hitting Lu Zhenghan's psychological defense heavily.

He seemed to really hear the sound of the collapse of reason, and those black thoughts that had been imprisoned for a long time rushed out in an instant.

"Lu Zhenghan?" Jian Xing's doubtful voice once again penetrated the auditory hallucinations and the door, and entered Lu Zhenghan's ears, "Are you asleep?"

Lu Zhenghan suddenly tightened his fingertips, clutching the bed sheet tightly.

"He's here, he came here on his own initiative." The auditory hallucination was extremely excited, "Lu Zhenghan, this is your chance to completely get him."

"Eat him and make him a part of your body, so that you will never be separated."

"He came to you, he took the initiative, he voluntarily!"

"Lu Zhenghan, hurry up, open the door quickly, let him in, let him become your flesh and blood..."

Lu Zhenghan closed his eyes forcefully, and then grabbed the index finger of his right hand with his left hand.

Ka - With a soft sound, he snapped off his finger.

The severe pain was more real than auditory hallucinations, penetrating everything, pulling Lu Zhenghan's sane mind back to reality.

Lu Zhenghan was panting heavily, he put all his attention behind the door, listening to Jian Xing's every move.

He didn't answer Jian Xing's words, hoping that this would make Jian Xing leave by himself.

But Jian Xing did not leave, and he was even more worried about the feverish Lu Zhenghan, so he pressed the doorknob without authorization, only to find that the door was locked.

"Lu Zhenghan, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Zhenghan began to tremble, the short-lived severe pain subsided, and the huge auditory hallucination returned.

"Look, he cares about you, and he must love you the same."

"You should respond to him, give him pain, give him death, let him..."

Lu Zhenghan grabbed his other finger, this time the auditory hallucination was faster than his movements.

"It's useless. Pain can't eliminate your desire. I can see through you. You are a pervert just like me."

"Only by killing him can you be freed. No, killing him is the proof that you love him."

"Good boy, listen to me..."

Lu Zhenghan got up staggeringly, got out of bed, and stepped on the slightly cold floor with his toes.

"Yes, that's how it should be." The auditory hallucination said, "Go, open the door, let him in, let him be part of you."

Lu Zhenghan walked towards the desk instead of the bedroom door.

In the pen holder on the table, there is a sharp art knife.

"I said it." Lu Zhenghan responded to the auditory hallucination, "I absolutely, will not become the same person as you."

He grabbed the art knife.

"Lu Zhenghan, what's the matter with you?" Jian Xing became anxious, pressing the doorknob while trying to push the door, "Lu Zhenghan, can you hear my voice? Open the door..."

After listening to Jian Xing's voice for a while, Lu Zhenghan pressed his left hand on the table.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pointed the tip of the knife at the nail of his left index finger, then pierced the sharp blade in Jian Xing's voice, and then turned it hard——

The piercing pain instantly penetrated the soul.

All auditory hallucinations disappeared, only painful buzzing in the ears.

The field of vision went dark for a moment, and then returned to normal.

The bright red blood trickled slowly from the fingernails, onto the table, and then along the edge of the table, dripping sticky and twisted towards the ground.

Outside the bedroom door.

Jian Xing, who hadn't waited for Lu Zhenghan's reply for a long time, was about to break into the door directly.

"I'm fine." Lu Zhenghan's calm and hoarse voice finally sounded, and after a pause for a second, he explained, "I just fell asleep."

Jian Xing was a little suspicious: "Why did you lock the door suddenly?"

Lu Zhenghan lowered his eyes, looking at his bloody fingers, a long blade was inserted into the nail, and he continued to push the blade deeper into it like self-torture.

"I'm a little tired." Lu Zhenghan said in an extremely calm tone, "I want to have a good rest."

Outside.

Jian Xing was still a little skeptical, but there was no evidence, and Lu Zhenghan was indeed more distant than before when he was ill for the past two days.

He thought for a while, and decided not to be too aggressive, so as not to frighten Lu Zhenghan.

"I'm going out to buy something." Jian Xing said, "Is there anything you want me to bring for you?"

Lu Zhenghan thought of those porridges that made him sick.

"I want porridge." He heard his hypocritical voice, "The one you bought today is delicious."

"Okay, then I'll bring it to you." Jian Xing said, suddenly remembered something, he said suddenly, "Do you want to eat anything else? For example, raw beef or something like that."

Lu Zhenghan's back trembled.

He took a deep breath, pulled out the art knife abruptly, then pointed at his middle finger, and slowly stabbed it.

Slow but more intense pain woke him up.

"It's all right." He heard his own more hypocritical voice.

A few seconds, or even longer, the sound of Jian Xing's leaving footsteps came in, and Lu Zhenghan didn't move until he heard the sound of the door opening and closing again.

Lu Zhenghan finally let go of the art knife, the auditory hallucinations did not come back again, what came again was an extremely strong sense of hunger.

He suddenly remembered the box of beef.