Pingxie colleagues one by one, the flowers bloom on the Mo, and the king returns

The moment his senses returned to his body, Wu Xie only felt his heart throbbing and his headache was about to burst. He couldn't even take a big breath.

After a while, or maybe a long time, Wu Xie seemed to move mechanically, and he ignored the others.He ignored the black blind man, took off his clothes and covered the fat man's head.

His body shook violently like a sieve, making one feel that he would be unable to hold what he was holding in the next second.

He covered the fat man with his clothes. After doing all this, he stood beside the fat man's body for a long time, as if he had finally accepted the fat man's death. Just lit a cigarette.

After taking a few sharp puffs, he dared to look up at that person, the one who had been silent since just now.

"Brother, you just read it wrong, right?" Wu Xie's voice trembled, as if he was in an icy polar region, and the bone-piercing cold made him shiver unconsciously.

He was still lucky, maybe the little brother was wrong, or maybe he was hallucinating Zhang Qiling didn't answer him, he just stood there silently, neither sad nor happy, neither spoke nor expressed.

Perhaps it was that kind of silence that thoroughly stimulated him, for a moment, Wu Xie felt that something was broken.Something kept pounding into his brain.

Why can you be so indifferent?Why are you so calm?

Is that someone else? That's a fat man.

That scene played back over and over again in his mind like a nightmare.

He squeezed the hot cigarette butt into his palm and crushed it into powder, and growled in an extremely gloomy voice: "Answer me..."

Those wordless anger and a kind of unknown despair filled Wu Xie's whole body along with these words, he jumped up from the ground, and arrived in front of Zhang Qiling at an extremely fast speed, holding the big white dog leg in his hand, He slashed straight at his face, fast and hard.

"Zheng~" The big white dog leg chopped on the black gold ancient knife, sparks flew everywhere.

The two fought back and forth like enemies, and Wu Xie's moves were fatally fierce.

Soon, Zhang Qiling was at a disadvantage, the black gold ancient knife was thrown out, Wu Xie swept it out, Zhang Qiling didn't dodge, and rolled away far away in a panic.

Wu Xie chased after him, threw away Dabai's dog legs, and raised his hand with a punch: "Why!?" As he spoke, he punched again. "Why!!" A punch was heavier than a punch, and a voice in my heart said, he is not a little brother, he must not be.

Zhang Qiling remained silent the entire time, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.Wu Xie grabbed his clothes and saw the wound that he made with his own hands when he lost his mind.The gauze was soaked with blood.He lost all his strength in an instant, like a deflated balloon.

Sitting on the ground exhausted.

"Why, why, you're not my little brother, you're not him..." Wu Xie murmured, he was in great pain, he felt like a thorny hurricane was blowing in his heart, lingering on his internal organs Six internal organs, he couldn't find a vent, he couldn't cry, his eyes were red and swollen, and he stared blankly at the person in front of him: "What do you want me to do..."

How would he face his own feelings and Fatty's death? Could he kill his brother to avenge Fatty, and then kill himself to avenge his brother? What happened to the three of them, why did they become like this... ..Aren't we the Iron Triangle, the ruined corner, can he stand up again...

He was like a trapped animal in a desperate situation, as if there was a person screaming in his heart, roaring and wanting to rush out, something seemed to be slowly becoming clear.Something choked into the lungs, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He felt the person in front of him help him, and he swung his hand away suddenly: "Get out!"

There was despair in Wu Xie's eyes, a monstrous hatred, and a sense of determination.

He didn't see the expression on the man's face, it was unabashedly full of distress.A large amount of blood poured out of his mouth, and along with the blood clots, he seemed to spit out something, but he didn't have the energy to look at it anymore.

The memory fragments rushing out of his mind instantly overwhelmed him. He knew that these memories would swallow him up if he let it go like this, but he didn't have the strength to resist. He didn't have such a strong mental power anymore. It's gone... so I can only bear it passively.

Wu Xie saw a lot of things, and those shadows that were suppressed by him that were hideous and vague at first gradually became clear.

He saw that it was a dark place like a basement.Surrounded by iron fences, it must have been very old and had a layer of rust.

There was an extremely unpleasant smell in the air.

He saw a man chained to an old yellow wooden bed, the surrounding lights were dim, the man was unkempt, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

He found that besides that person, there were many people in this room.

This is where?

Wu Xie tried to open his mouth to ask, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

What's happening here?

He slammed on the iron door vigorously, but no sound came out, and those people seemed to be unable to see him.

Are you dreaming?

They were just lowering their heads and injecting something to that person. They were wearing masks and wrapped in strange clothes, which looked extremely funny.But Wu Xie knew that it was a chemical protective suit, or it should be said that it was something from the last century.The one was pressed by several people on a dilapidated wooden bed, his body was covered with blood and dirt, his hair was messy and too long, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Mouth swallowing, seems to be saying something, but can't hear clearly.

Wu Xie suddenly realized something in his heart, could this be a dream or something?

He suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart.

Just as he was thinking, Wu Xie saw that person lying flat, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if being treated like this was just commonplace.

Soon, those people finished the injection and seemed to have made some kind of record.

Then Wu Xie saw one of them looking up and looking in his direction, Wu Xie felt a little bit in his heart, can this person see him?

But right away he realized that it wasn't, looking at the place where the man's eyes focused, it seemed to be behind him?

Wu Xie turned his head in doubt, and met a face in an instant, which made him take a few steps back in fright.

Fuck, why is there no sound at all, it scared my father to death.

Wu Xie calmed down his heartbeat, looked carefully, and found that it was a person, and he was not wearing that strange clothes.You can clearly see the man's face.

It was a rather delicate face, but at the moment it was sallow and somewhat unnaturally dark.It should be a man.But Wu Xie was sure that he had never seen this face anywhere.But an inexplicably familiar feeling.

What made Wu Xie creepy the most was that this person's shoulders collapsed and he stood in a strange posture, as if his shoulders were dislocated. Wu Xie thought of many scenes almost instantly.

That ghost, the ancient building of the Zhang family, Miluotuo...

Each of these is not a good memory.

Who is this guy?Could it be that he also came into contact with that strange liquid so he became like this?

Why are you here?

What is the meaning of this dream?

For a moment, Wu Xie had many questions in his mind.

He suddenly wanted to rush up and grab this person to ask him clearly, but he couldn't do it at all.

He is like a bystander's God's perspective, unable to touch them.But you can clearly see what they are doing and what they are saying.

And Wu Xie also noticed that this person seemed to be holding something in his hand!

He took a closer look, and it turned out to be a video camera, a very old, large desktop camera with a tripod.