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

Lu Zhenghan curled up on the bed, enduring the growing hunger.

After Jian Xing went out, he still couldn't hold back and ate the box of raw beef. He felt very sick, but he couldn't help feeling satisfied when those disgusting things were swallowed into his stomach.

Want even more.

The image of his father killing his mother recurred in Lu Zhenghan's mind repeatedly. Those bloody images were vivid and vivid. The gushing blood was like the juice in raw meat. .

"Want to eat, good boy?" Father's voice rang in Lu Zhenghan's ears, "This is much fresher than beef."

"Or, you don't like your mother, what you want more is Jian Xing."

"He is young and strong, his blood may be hot, and his taste is sweet..."

Lu Zhenghan took a breath tremblingly, then he pinched his fingers with raised nails, and repeatedly used the pain to calm himself down, his consciousness fell into a daze, but suddenly there was a scratching sound like a giant iron falling in his ears, the tone of his voice Sharp, passing through Lu Zhenghan's brain like a sharp sword.

Lu Zhenghan lost his consciousness, and he stretched his eyes with dilated pupils.

The ear-piercing screams were mixed with a lot of chaotic noises, including the whispers of my father's devil, the sound of tires rubbing on the street, and the sound of TV and conversations from upstairs or downstairs. , and further away, the sound of bargaining in the shop...

Those voices converged and entangled, forming a huge and complex flow of information, rushing into Lu Zhenghan's mind.

Lu Zhenghan curled up his body, feeling that his head was about to explode.

He desperately covered his ears, trying to block the voices pouring in like a tide, but no matter how hard he tried, the voices still kept pouring in, squeezing the space in his brain and causing him severe head pain.

Hum—for a moment, Lu Zhenghan seemed to lose consciousness, but gray and white scenes appeared in his mind, like silent movies.

In his mind, he saw the living room outside the wall, the corridor outside the door, the running elevator and passers-by in the elevator, the green plants outside the community, the traffic on the street...

The picture was gray and white in different shades, with fine details, as if it existed in real life. Scenes followed one another, accompanied by countless small sounds, forcibly unfolding in Lu Zhenghan's mind.

The headache became more and more painful, and finally reached the critical point that Lu Zhenghan could bear now. His consciousness sank and he passed out.

**

When Jian Xing arrived home, Lu Zhenghan was still in the bedroom, but this time he didn't lock the door, Jian Xing knocked first, and before Lu Zhenghan could make a sound, he opened the door without authorization.

As soon as the door opened, a faint smell of blood rushed out, Jian Xing's heart shrank, and he immediately ran towards the bed with big strides.

"Lu Zhenghan?"

The lights in the room were still off, the curtains were closed, and it was dark.

Lu Zhenghan was lying sideways on the side of the bed with his back to Jian Xing, a pale arm stretched out from the edge of the bed, fingertips curled up.

Jian Xing grabbed Lu Zhenghan's hand, his skin was hot and scorching, it was hot, Jian Xing breathed a sigh of relief, the heat at least showed that he was still alive.

"Lu Zhenghan?"

Jian Xing sat on the bed, turned Lu Zhenghan over, let him lie in her arms, then pinched his chin and shook him, trying to wake Lu Zhenghan up.

Lu Zhenghan kept his eyes closed all the time, his brows were furrowed tightly, even when he was asleep, he could see that he was in pain.

Jian Xing touched his scorching forehead, and guessed that Lu Zhenghan's body temperature was almost forty degrees.

Jian Xing suddenly realized that Lu Zhenghan was not sick and had a fever, but that he had begun to awaken his ability under the influence of the alien virus.

When awakening, there will be a high fever. When the body temperature is the highest, it will even soar to 42 degrees.

Just like those who have been turned into monsters by alien viruses, awakened people will be extremely eager for those bloody things in the early stage of awakening, such as people, or the same awakened people or even monsters, and by eating these, they can also get varying degrees of strength.

But this is a road of no return. Once they start cannibalizing the same race, malice and greed will take root in their hearts, and they will gradually become monsters in another sense who enjoy killing.

Jian Xing carefully supported Lu Zhenghan, let him lean against the head of the bed, then went to the living room, mashed the raw beef he had just bought, stirred it into a semi-condensed liquid, poured it into a cup, and fed it to Lu Zhenghan.

As soon as the cup was placed in front of Lu Zhenghan, he smelled the strong smell of blood, and immediately turned his head away in resistance, frowning even more tightly.

Jian Xing is a little strange. Under normal circumstances, when awakened, because of hunger, the awakened will use all means to find sources of raw meat. Whether it is animals or humans, as long as they can eat, they will attack each other without hesitation and swallow each other into their stomachs.

This was the first time Jian Xing saw an awakened person who resisted eating.

But not eating is not enough, awakening requires a lot of physical strength to explode the ability after awakening, Lu Zhenghan may fail to awaken if he does not eat.

Jian Xing coaxed Lu Zhenghan to open his mouth, but if Lu Zhenghan didn't cooperate, he would feed him little by little with a spoon.

At first Lu Zhenghan was unwilling to eat, but the instinct of intense hunger quickly overwhelmed him. Later, even without Jian Xing feeding him, he took the wide-mouthed cup and drank it in big gulps.

Lu Zhenghan's eyes were still closed, and they didn't open the whole time, but he could accurately grasp anything he wanted to touch.

When Lu Zhenghan finished drinking all the pureed meat, Jian Xing helped him to lie down and let him rest.

Jian Xing got up and was about to leave, but Lu Zhenghan suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Lu Zhenghan didn't open his eyes, he was still in a coma, holding Jian Xing might be an unconscious move.

Jian Xing didn't think too much, and pulled Lu Zhenghan's hand away from his clothes, but the next moment, Lu Zhenghan grabbed Jian Xing's wrist again, with such force that Jian Xing felt pain.

"What's wrong?" Jian Xing touched the back of Lu Zhenghan's hand reassuringly.

Only then did he realize that Lu Zhenghan's left fingernails were full of blood.

Jian Xing turned on the light, and carefully touched Lu Zhenghan's nail. The nail cap was loose. When Jian Xing touched it lightly, the piece of nail fell off, and new nails had grown on the pink fingertips.

Jian Xing finds it very strange. I have never heard of any awakened person who will drop their nails when awakened. Only the nails grow rapidly and become sharp claws.

Is it because Lu Zhenghan is an all-rounder?

Jian Xing checked Lu Zhenghan's right hand again. The nails on his right hand were intact and there was no blood, but the index finger was raised abnormally, which was clearly broken.

what happened?

Jian Xing first reset Lu Zhenghan's index finger, and then he checked the entire bedroom, and found no signs of scratching or struggling, except for the art knife stained with blood on the desk.

The nails were pried open by Lu Zhenghan himself, Jian Xing is sure of this, the index finger may also be broken by Lu Zhenghan himself.

But why did he torture himself like this?

To suppress those strangely intense hunger pangs?

Jian Xing was taken by surprise, he didn't expect that Lu Zhenghan would resist eating raw meat.

After tidying up the kitchen, Jian Xing lay next to Lu Zhenghan on the bed.

Before he knew it, Jian Xing also fell asleep.

**

Lu Zhenghan was awakened by an even stronger sense of hunger. As soon as his consciousness regained a bit of clarity, those sounds and images came back to his mind again.

He curled up in pain, trying to turn over, but accidentally touched a piece of warm skin.

Lu Zhenghan closed his eyes, but he still saw that the owner of that piece of skin was Jian Xing.

With her back facing Lu Zhenghan, Jian Xing curled her body up, forming a fragile curve on her back.

Lu Zhenghan's fingers touched the back of Jian Xing's neck.

"This is your chance." His father's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, "Squeeze that thin neck, and he will belong to you completely."

Lu Zhenghan moved his fingers slightly, his fingertips brushed across the back of Jian Xing's neck, and touched the slightly protruding neck bone.

The hunger that was stronger than ever erupted like a flood, Lu Zhenghan shook his fingers, and he curled up his fingertips forcefully, trying to use the wound on his nails to cause pain, forcing himself to be clear.

But no matter how hard Lu Zhenghan tried, the expected pain never came, not even a slight pain.

Only then did he realize that his wound had healed.

Unable to use the wound pain to create sobriety, a strong sense of hunger quickly swept over Lu Zhenghan's mind. He couldn't control himself at all, and stretched his fingers towards the back of Jian Xing's neck.

He knew how fresh muscles and blood would be under that thin layer of skin. If they were torn apart, the muscles would convulse in pain, and the blood would gush out vividly...

their taste-

"Their taste must be extremely delicious!" The hallucination sounded loudly in Lu Zhenghan's ears, "It will taste sweeter than honey. Now it is in front of you, you can get what you want most by reaching out your hand. s things……"

The trembling fingertips fell down and finally touched the soft skin.

The sense of touch was magnified to the extreme at that moment.

Lu Zhenghan felt the thin blood vessels under Jian Xing's skin, as well as the fast-flowing blood, and felt the subtle and vivid force of the beating blood, and could even feel the powerful heartbeat of this body through the gushing blood.

What kind of smell is slowly spreading in the darkness.

Lu Zhenghan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The air smelled of wood on the furniture, of the fabric of the sheets, of the drapes, of... the aroma.

Blood, flesh/body, and Jian Xing's hair, the faint scent of shampoo.

Lu Zhenghan frowned violently, and the dormant memory system finally resumed working. He remembered the scene when he and Jian Xing were shopping in the supermarket, and the eyelashes that drooped when Jian Xing took his temperature...

Do not--

Lu Zhenghan withdrew his hand, he will not, absolutely will not, become like his father.

Hunger was like an extremely ferocious beast, howling in Lu Zhenghan's stomach, hitting his stomach and reason.

Lu Zhenghan staggered out of bed, the moment his feet hit the ground, he still remembered to put down his strength so as not to wake up Jian Xing who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Various smells were mixed in the air, and Lu Zhenghan keenly caught the smell of raw meat.

Following the smell, he entered the kitchen and stopped in front of the refrigerator.

Lu Zhenghan could smell that there was a lot of raw meat in the refrigerator. If it was Lu Zhenghan in normal times, he would definitely find that the amount of meat in the refrigerator was not right. There is no such thing as a normal ordinary family who would put a lot of raw beef in the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator.

But at this moment, Lu Zhenghan only had a strong sense of hunger in his mind.

The desire/desire to devour everything pulled all of Lu Zhenghan's remaining rationality into the darkness.