A familiar sense of oppression came up again. Fan Xiyuan wanted to turn his head, but he found that his body could not move at all. He was like a fish struggling desperately in a puddle of mud feeling the crisis of survival. Those words penetrated like a poisonous snake.

It touched his ears and spat out a red message, and the person in the darkness was this poisonous snake. It looked at him, but was not in a hurry to take action. It teased him slowly at first, watching him suffer, and finally when he was dying

Eat him.

"There is nothing wrong with my name being Fan Xiyuan, but how can you be so sure that I am the person in your photo?" Fan Xiyuan gritted his teeth.

The person in the dark laughed. The laughter sounded like being suffocated in the quilt. It was very similar to the sound that Fan Xiyuan made when he was playing hide-and-seek when he was a child. The bed was dark and isolated from the world.

, he had no idea what was going on outside. Did his friends come to him, or did they not come?

He stared at the lines on the wooden table, and the unknown feeling frightened him.

He felt the hands leave his shoulders, and then heard the sound of something being dragged, slowly getting closer and closer to him, and finally with a snap, a bloody thing was thrown on the wooden table.

Fan Xiyuan jumped up instinctively, but soon he was pinned down on the chair with only one hand.

The other hand was holding the bloody mass.

That bloody thing was clearly Ye Qi.

Ye Qi's skin had been torn to pieces, with almost no inch of skin intact. The new flesh that emerged could not be seen at all. Was it a whip, a knife, or a horse nail? Fan Xiyuan was horrified to find that his stomach was racing.

The salivary glands on his cheeks convulsed, and countless amounts of acidic water gushed out, and he spat it out from his mouth with a "wow" sound. Ye Qi, who was still alive and kicking earlier, was now like a dead dog, lying there unconscious, with his head pressed on

On the table, the body is dragged on the floor.

Is Ye Qi dead?

No, no, his Adam's apple is still twitching.

"Mr. Fan, this person must not be unfamiliar to you, right?"

Fan Xiyuan could no longer speak. He was already held hostage by fear. Opening his mouth would only make him vomit again. He looked at the hand on Ye Qi's head. His fair skin was stained with blood. He thought of the wall.

bloodstains on.

"Mr. Fan, don't be afraid. Mr. Ye is different from you. I will never use anti-violence methods on you unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, he is just an ordinary person, and you are my important guest." In the darkness.

The person could no longer suppress his excitement and laughed. "However, I will carefully check the people around you. Every person who comes in contact with you, even if they say a word or make a look, I will take it seriously."

If we investigate and interrogate carefully, everyone will end up like Mr. Ye!"

He patted Ye Qi's neck gently, making a snapping sound, as if he was showing off his proud work.

"Please tell me, who are you?" Fan Xiyuan gritted his teeth and spoke.

"I am the servant of the king," the man in the darkness said in his ear: "I am the servant of the king you want to overthrow!"

Fan Xiyuan was not surprised this time. He had already guessed that this king must be the young man he saw in the subway - the Demon King, and he had really come to this world that belonged to the king. No matter whether he was the one in other people's eyes

The savior here is still the "leader of the rebellion" as this person calls him. He began to feel an anger in his heart. This anger was that he could not tolerate the people around him being innocently implicated again and again, not including his colleagues.

Zhang Weiwen’s death was first that of his girlfriend Xiao Linzi

Missing, then Fang Yufan's whereabouts are unknown, and now Ye Qi doesn't know whether he is dead or alive.

"You are a servant of the king, and you are also a servant of the devil!"

"You are blaspheming! Outright blasphemy!"

With a bang, Fan Xiyuan's hair was pulled up and he was pressed hard on the table.

There was no fear in Fan Xiyuan's heart, only anger and blood rising.

"Blasphemy! Fuck you, blasphemy! A servant of the devil actually knows the word blasphemy? What is it called to inflict violence on a defenseless person for no reason?"

The man in the dark was trembling all over. He took a deep breath and seemed to be trying to control his emotions. After a while: "Mr. Fan Xiyuan, your impulsiveness will only increase my respect for you. This is important to you."

, I can guarantee that it will do you no good at all."

"I'm going to fuck your mother to respect you! I'm going to fuck your mother and it's good for you, come on!"

As soon as Fan Xiyuan finished speaking, there was a distant muffled sound above his head, and the lamp on the table began to beat disorderly and make a clicking sound.

After just one second of pause, the entire interrogation room began to shake violently, the plaster on the surrounding walls also fell swishing down, and the sound coming from above became louder and louder.

The people in the dark were also a little surprised, raised their heads, and took a few steps back to the corner.

With a bang, something smashed through the ceiling and landed on the floor. Dust immediately flew up. The light from above showed that the thing actually hit the basement from the ground.

It was too late, but soon, the thing rushed over quickly. Before the person in the dark could react, the thing actually stretched out a hand, clamped Fan Xiyuan around the waist, turned around and rushed towards the big hole in the ceiling.

.

"Who is it?"

The man in the dark followed immediately.

Fan Xiyuan looked down in shock, and the person standing under the light turned out to be——

Fang Yufan!

ten, trap

He was sitting next to her. In this purple world, the light made his pale face even more unpredictable. No one knew what he was thinking, and perhaps no one dared to touch the restricted area of ​​his thinking. When you

You are already dead when you know what he wants to do. What he needs is others to carry out his will. This is enough. No one dares to violate his will. No, someone violated his will a long time ago.

.

An imperceptible murderous look appeared on his face, and he clenched his hands.

"You know what to do?"

There was no movement in the room, except for him and only her, who was lying quietly on the bed.

A gust of wind howled outside the house.

His face suddenly changed again, as if he had been whipped violently by a whip. Some kind of pain took hold of him, making his whole body convulse. His face was completely twisted, and big beads of sweat fell from his forehead and settled in his throat.

He let out a suppressed roar. He lay beside her tremblingly, and gently put her hands on his face, with a pious look on his face, just like a saint worshiping his own Holy Spirit. Perhaps only in this way can he alleviate his pain.

pain.

He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep in pain.

The moon is dark and there are no stars.

There was thunder in the distance, and there was a smell of dust in the air.

Fan Xiyuan was caught at the waist and ran out of the police station, heading south. He passed through many high-rise buildings under the night sky, turned N circles in N alleys, and after getting rid of the pursuing police car, he continued to go south, going further south.

Go further and further

, until there were no more high-rise buildings, no neon lights, and no prosperity. It felt like we had walked for a long time, and we were taken to a place like a village in the city. In a row of dirty and messy houses, we entered a dark room.

When he saw a glimmer of light, he found that there were actually four or five people sitting in the room. One of them was standing in a dark corner, with his hands folded on his chest, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. If he guessed correctly, he should have saved him and escaped from the police.

Bureau people.

"Mr. Fan, you are finally back."

An old man with white hair stood up, with yellow lights flashing in the black-rimmed glasses on his nose.

"Where have you been for such a long time?" The white-haired old man's voice was filled with sobs.

Fan Xiyuan didn't seem to be affected by the previous fright. He just smoothed the messy hair on his head, found a chair and sat down, crossing his legs. Instead, he laughed out loud, very exaggeratedly. "Yes, I am Mr. Fan.

.”

The white-haired old man and the others looked at each other, wondering why Fan Xiyuan smiled so exaggeratedly.

"Why is everyone looking for me? Why are you so sure that I am the one you are looking for, Mr. Fan?"

"The answer is simple, because you are Mr. Fan, and Mr. Fan is you!" There was no doubt in the old man's eyes.

"Absurd, this is simply ridiculous. Do you believe that I can reincarnate all of you, just like me?" Fan Xiyuan stood up excitedly, and his chair fell to the ground.

Everyone was silent, and the dim light bulb made a buzzing sound, as if it was also waiting for an answer.

"Yes, everyone in Ludu is waiting for you."

The person standing in the corner finally spoke. It was a female voice, which sounded familiar.

A female voice came out, she brushed off the hat on her head, and her long black hair spread out.

"It's you!" Fan Xiyuan screamed softly in his heart. There were really too many "surprises" today.

She is Ye Shuang.

"Because you are King Yaksha!"

Ye Shuang spoke without hesitation and was no longer shy, as if he had become a different person.

"I've heard this before. I'm still the great god in charge of the cycle of life and death and guarding the three realms!"

"You are." Ye Shuang took another step forward. The huge black birthmark on his face was particularly obvious in the dim light. "Last year, during an operation, you disappeared quietly. From that day on, we

I have been looking for your whereabouts until you suddenly appeared near the subway yesterday."

Fan Xiyuan remained silent and looked into Ye Zi's eyes.

"In order to prevent you from being a trap set by the devil, and to protect our own safety, you were placed in the poet's home for observation." Ye Shuang paused and said, "But I never expected that this matter would happen soon.

Being targeted by the Demon King's police station, your identity was quickly exposed, and we had no time to react."

Seeing Fan Xiyuan's suspicion, Ye Shuang added: "The poet is Ye Qi, and the publisher who came to see him last night is a spy from the police department."

"Are you sure I am the Mr. Fan you are looking for?"

"The Gate of Destruction!" A bright light flashed in Ye Shuang's eyes, "The reason why the poet knows about the Gate of Destruction is because you taught it to him, Mr. Fan!"

"Mr. Fan——"
Chapter completed!