On a burning street, Song Zongming sat quietly next to the ruins. The cold moonlight shone on him, cooling his feverish body.

One of his arms has been broken, another knife is stuck in his abdomen, and there is a large hole pierced by an icicle on his waist. Half of his waist has almost disappeared. If the conjurer's physical fitness was not far superior to ordinary people, he would be dead.

...Although even now, death is not far away.

Song Zongming never thought that he would be deceived by such a simple strategy, but the reality was so cruel, and the ending was like this.

"I lost, Mr. Hermit." Song Zongming looked up at Zhou Ming and smiled politely, "You are really strong."

Zhou Ming did not respond to the other party. He was still frightened by the final blow just now. If Song Zongming hadn't been fooled, he might be the one lying on the ground now.

However, it is inevitable that Song Zongming will be fooled. After all, the other party knows that there is a crow with him. In that case, it is a person's subconscious reaction to be alert to the enemy that has not yet appeared.

"Don't you want to talk? That's right. People like me don't have anything to say." Song Zongming whispered to himself.

He turned his head and looked towards the direction out of the town, thinking that Ellie should have run to the exit of the town by now. She should have been sitting in their car, started the engine, and could drive away at any time.

But she will not leave. She will keep waiting for him, holding the steering wheel in the car, waiting for the familiar sound of the car closing the door. Then she will step on the accelerator, and they will escape from this town like every other time.

Escape at night in the empty wilderness.

Just like those times, they took nothing with them and went out alone, but laughed all the way.

I really want to be the same as before, but I'm sorry, Ellie, I failed. The ending of the two of us still failed to break out of the traditional story frame. Song Zongming's eyes were slightly moist.

"Mr. Yinzhe, can you make a deal?" Song Zongming raised his remaining hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiling miserably.

"What deal?"

Zhou Ming remained vigilant even though he was several meters away. As long as the opponent used spells, he would kill them immediately.

"You must want to know who gave me this knife, right?" Song Zongming threw out the chip.

Zhou Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he was hit by an electric current, his whole body trembled, and his brain was more alert than before.

He had vaguely noticed before that the origin of the kitchen knife was not simple, because the effect of the kitchen knife was too detailed and highly targeted. It was not like a spontaneous weirdness, but more like a rumored weirdness.

But if it is a rumor, it means that this knife must have a source. If you think seriously, it may be just a branch of a huge rumor.

"Who is it?" Zhou Ming asked.

"I can tell you, but can you let her go and let her live?" Song Zongming asked.

Zhou Ming pondered for a while and shook his head: "Probably not."

"Don't worry...if that kitchen knife doesn't keep killing people, everything will go back to normal in the end...She, she doesn't have much time left, so don't hurt her at least for a short time...You can monitor her, but don't hurt her

…It’s not difficult to do.”

Zhou Ming thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Song Zongming smiled palely: "The person who gave me the kitchen knife was a man wearing a monk mask and dressed like a monk."

Zhou Ming stared at Song Zongming with wide eyes, feeling that the air was quiet and the sound of the wind had disappeared.

If Zhou Ming wasn't wearing a mask, Song Zongming could see how surprised he looked.

Zhou Ming's heartbeat gradually accelerated, and he calmly took a deep breath to calm himself down.

On the ground, Song Zongming's eyes began to blur, and Zhou Ming's figure in front of him began to blur. He suddenly seemed to remember something important, and opened his mouth and said: "Tell her that I love her, and then tell her... the two lunatics

The ending is the same, they are always together."

"I will." Zhou Ming promised.

Song Zongming looked up at the sky. It was getting dark, even darker than before.

But the moon is even whiter, so dazzlingly white that just like the painting, the only white moon remains in the horizon.

The moon was the same as that day, and it made him feel like he had dreamed back to that day and returned to that day.

That night, while wandering in the wilderness, he accidentally saved her from a group of thugs.

This was the first time he saw such a beautiful woman in the wilderness. She was so beautiful that he could not survive in the wilderness.

But he didn't save people for some reason, he just did it unintentionally and at will.

After that, he walked aimlessly, and she followed him all the way, with a happy face. He didn't know why she was so happy, let alone why she followed him.

"Miss, why are you following me? You can go wherever you want now."

"You saved me, of course I will follow you!"

"Miss, I am a cursed madman who has killed many people."

"But you are very polite and graceful! I like you...The most important thing is that you saved me!"

He has always been polite, but that's because his mother told him that polite people will never go crazy, and polite people must be friendly people in everyone's eyes... Although now he knows that what his mother said is wrong, but that

It's a habit.

"I'm going to go crazy one day."

"So that's it...The person following you must be a lunatic. It doesn't matter, I won't live long either, I'm sick!"

Haha, even looking back now, I think it was a strange encounter, like a fateful encounter.

The flame of love can sometimes be ignited by a gust of wind. The flame is so small, but the temperature is so high. When it burns reason, it also burns away fear...

Later, when they came to Semir Town, he said on a whim:

"I want to become the manager of this town. Let's live here from now on. There are many outsiders coming and going here, and there will be many interesting stories."

"Okay! I have to find a way to give you a child while I am still in good health. The child of two crazy people will be a little crazy child."

"Well, what a strange family they are."

He was glad that he had met the right person, and he felt that he would not go crazy.

From then on, it was the same daily life, the smile that I never get tired of, the intoxicating golden waterfall and the sweet tenderness. He was the happiest man.

Later, his butterfly fell and he got the knife.

The moment he stood in front of Ellie's bed with a knife, he understood that this was the beginning of their madness.

"Give me to the whole town to eat. I will always be here with you, and I must make it delicious." She was lying on the bed, her face was pale, but her smile was like an angel.

"Are not you afraid?"

"Madman, I love you. Wouldn't this make you happier?"

She caressed his cheek and he cooked her flesh.
Chapter completed!