Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The thin sun and the setting sun are as bright as brocade, and the sky is spread like gauze. The blood color of the setting sun is getting darker, and the crimson glow is blowing on the lotus leaves in the sky, adding a bit of withered yellow.

The rich gates of the Song Mansion were tightly closed, and the door rings of the tiger's head were mottled, blocking all onlookers from the outside world.

"Now this is... Mr. Song received the punishment for Su Xianran?"

"That's right, when Mrs. Song brought him back, he was covered in injuries—I heard that his face was bitten... tsk tsk tsk, this Su Xianran is really capable of tossing around!"

"Then Su Xianran handed over the fragments of the forbidden technique? Even if Mr. Song received the punishment for him, the fragments should be handed over."

"Of course I handed it over. Master Song personally handed it over to Mozun, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that Master Song passed out on the way back to the mansion, and he was unconscious. I don't know what he suffered at the Demon Lord's place."

For a while, half of the people in the devil world knew about this matter, and gossip was passed on from word to mouth, and the former Mr. Pianpian became an after-dinner chat.

And Su Xianran, who caused this incident, naturally couldn't avoid some discussions - but he has no time to take care of these now.

There was a strong smell of blood in the son's room, and the invited doctors came in and out, all of them with solemn faces and a fishy smell on their bodies.However, they went out of this room and went to Mr. Song's room, turning around in both directions, no matter which side was injured, it was embarrassing.

Master Song, whose soul disappeared inexplicably, was dying.

Fortunately, there are many ways to gather souls in the devil world, but they can make him breathe a sigh of relief for a short time.

In the dark night, the green lamp was ancient and dim, and the smell of blood gradually faded. Seeing that Mr. Song's injury was stable, all the doctors left with their lamps.

Su Xianran frowned and stood in front of the door for a long time, until the stars and the moon came out and the stars moved, he stood until his legs were numb, then he slowly raised his hand and pushed open the door.

The gauze was layered one after another, layer upon layer, and almost completely blocked the view of the house, but there was still a slight smell of blood.

The further he walked in, the faster his heart beat, and the stronger the smell of medicine mixed with his blood, finally he walked to the bed, opened the curtain, but backed away abruptly when he saw the person inside.

Unrecognizable, the skin and flesh are destroyed, and the bones are exposed. At first glance, it looks extremely horrifying.

Mr. Pianpian?It's nothing but rotten flesh.

Su Xianran stood by the side and stared at the opened and lowered curtain, the two most easily noticeable emotions in his heart were fear and disgust, but there was another inexplicable emotion that prompted him to open the curtain with Du Ruowen again .

He didn't dare to look at his face, so he stared at a corner and meditated.

In his opinion, Song Zhiyi's feelings towards him are disgusting and he can't avoid them, but at this moment, his mood is complicated.

He really didn't expect Song Zhiyi to replace him for that sentence, which was obviously just a mockery.

Su Xianran lowered her eyes and stared at the brocade quilt, her thoughts were inexplicable, and suddenly her eyes went dark, and a hoarse voice came from her ear: "Don't look, let's go, I don't look good right now."

In the past, this voice should be as clear and clear as a gurgling stream, but now it is like a saw, with tiny sawtooth scraping in my heart, causing a dull pain.

Su Xianran was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I'm not in the mood to see you."

The air was stagnant, Su Xianran didn't know how much this sentence hurt Song Zhiyi, he could only hear a faint sigh in the silence, mixed with a lot of helplessness and pain.

"I'm being selfish."

Song Zhiyi's consciousness was not clear, and he lost consciousness after saying this sentence, and the thing that covered Su Xianran's eyes turned into stars in the night along with his lethargy, and scattered away fluently.

Su Xianran paused, put down the curtain, turned and left.

It was night, he walked alone in the small garden, stepped on the cobblestone path, and stood beside a rockery to stare at the bright star river. The inexplicable emotions entangled in his heart suffocated him and enveloped him.

He stood there for a long time, his thoughts settled, and he thought about explaining this matter to Song Zhiyi when he recovered from his injury, but he forgot at this moment that he also mutilated Song Zhiyi's father because of his own selfish desires.

On the second night, Father Song finally couldn't hold on, and passed away under the frantic treatment of a group of doctors.

Mrs. Song knew that her husband's death was different, so she sent someone to investigate, and Su Xianran was found on the deliberate leak of Mozun.

On the seventh day, Mrs. Song captured Su Xianran into the dungeon of the Song Mansion. All kinds of torture methods were used. Su Xianran became dizzy every day and almost died frequently, but Mrs. Song always had a way to keep him alive.

Two months later, Song Zhiyi took him out of the dungeon, and because Su Xianran was seriously injured, Song Zhiyi put him on his back and brought him to a small courtyard.

Because he walked in such a hurry, the wound on his body that had healed with difficulty opened again, and the stretch was even greater, and the legs bearing all the weight were seriously injured.

At the beginning of spring at that time, there was still a hint of coolness between the sky and the earth, and the window lattices, which had been in disrepair for many years, were leaning to one side, crumbling, and covered with a thick layer of dust.

When Su Xianran woke up, Song Zhiyi was sitting by the bed reading a book, when he heard the noise, he looked down at Su Xianran who had just opened his eyes, and smiled: "You have been sleeping for a long time, and you are finally willing to wake up."

Su Xianran was still a little uncomfortable when he suddenly left the wet, cold and dark environment. In his daze, Song Zhiyi sighed again, and said slowly: "Father left, I was seriously injured again, and mother blamed this on you...you suffered .”

After he finished speaking, he stared at the book again, swept down his slender eyelashes, and read without saying a word.

Su Xianran got up weakly, leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, and then murmured: "You..."

After he said a word, he felt a fish stuck in his throat, blocking all his words. After a long time, he asked carefully: "Do you know the cause of uncle's death?"

As expected, Song Zhiyi shook his head and said: "I don't know, but my father suffered from a chronic illness in his early years, so it must be like that."

Su Xianran shut her mouth and lowered her head.

Song Zhiyi doesn't know the cause of his father's death, which is probably a good thing for Su Xianran now, at any rate, in the midst of Mrs. Song's hatred for him, Song Zhiyi is tantamount to returning to the world.

"You stay away for a while, I'll talk to my mother another day." Song Zhiyi turned his head and gave a pale smile, then closed the book, stood up slowly with the help of the bedpost, and slowly walked out the door, "You Rest first, I'll go outside."

Su Xianran looked at his back, and suddenly realized that he was walking very reluctantly, and would pause after two steps. In the cold sunlight, his back looked very thin.

He sensed that something was wrong, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, blocking Song Zhiyi's way, and also blocked the cold glow, "What's wrong with your legs."

Song Zhiyi was slightly stunned, then smiled and said slowly, "It's nothing, I just got hurt."

As he said this, there was fine cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips were pale and chapped. After two months of recuperation, although he had returned to his original appearance, his face was dead pale, and the blood vessels underneath were clearly visible.

Su Xianran frowned, and suddenly stretched out her hand to press on his shoulder, and pressed down heavily, Song Zhiyi knew that he straightened his back and almost knelt on the ground.

"Are you hurt a little?" Su Xianran withdrew her hand and stared at him coldly, unable to tell whether she was angry or worried.

Song Zhiyi couldn't stand for a long time, he was covered in cold sweat after just this moment, and his face became paler and paler. Su Xianran stared at him for a while, then suddenly pulled him to the side of the bed involuntarily, and pushed him down violently, his expression was so cold that it was scum.

"I think it's you who should rest."

He stood by the bed and looked at the weak Mr. Song. After a moment of silence, he reached out to untie his belt.

Song Zhiyi moved to the side in a panic.

But at the moment, he was lying on the bed helplessly, like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Su Xianran stripped Mr. Song clean without much effort, and saw the bloody scars on Yuxue's fat skin. Although the bleeding had been stopped, it was only to stop the bleeding, and no further treatment was done.

He stared blankly at those wounds, his heart was ups and downs and drowned in strange emotions.

"Are these injuries... left in the blood pool? Your injuries haven't healed yet? Haven't they healed after two months?"

Song Zhiyi didn't intend to answer, but just stood up with difficulty, and silently closed the clothes that he had ripped apart, and the forced smile disappeared from his disheveled face.

He said in a low voice: "It's nothing, you don't have to worry about it."

"Who said I..." Su Xianran subconsciously wanted to refute his words, but Song Zhiyi interrupted at the right time.

"Don't say it, at least let me think about it, okay?"

Although the small courtyard was dilapidated, it had all the necessary furniture, but it was covered with a thick layer of dust and tangled with spider webs.Su Xianran originally wanted to leave here, but after seeing Song Zhiyi's dilapidated body, he unexpectedly stayed and took care of Song Zhiyi.

If he had been more ruthless at that time, there would not have been so many troubles in the future.

A month of silent care is like a spark on the grassland, igniting the hope in Song Zhiyi's heart, and the heart that has been neglected again and again seems to be comforted.

Su Xianran is not a rock, he can feel that Mr. Song's love for him is getting deeper and deeper, a certain feeling in his heart is like a spring bud breaking through the ground, trying to get out of the deep nausea, but he often only finds a sign, and then kills it automatically up.

At night, the stars are twinkling and the moon is high. Song Zhiyi sits in the courtyard of the weeds and compares the books with the moonlight, and there is a pile of strangely cut wooden blocks under his feet.

Su Xianran watched from the side. For a month, Young Master Song was in plain clothes every day, mourning his dead father. Occasionally, when he couldn't collapse at night, he would carefully get out of bed, dragged his dilapidated body into the night and wiped away his father. face tears.

What would it be like if he knew that killing his father and enemy was by his side?

Song Zhiyi is in poor health these days, and the power of the blood pool is still there, temporarily sealing his power, making it impossible for him to go back to the Song residence to find Mrs. Song, and Mrs. Song cannot find him with her son's devilish aura.

Everything is still hidden.

Su Xianran looked up at Mr. Song, walked to his chair, lifted the pile of parts under his feet, "What are you doing?"

Song Zhiyi smiled, his clear eyes curved like two pools of autumn water, "My legs probably won't be able to walk anymore, so I might as well make a four-wheeled cart."

Su Xianran glanced at his legs, rolled up his sleeves, squatted down and fiddled with the pile of parts: "Let me help you."

Song Zhiyi froze for a moment, then smiled: "Thank you."

Su Xianran hummed and stopped talking.

He doesn't like Song Zhiyi, he hates this genius, he just suddenly showed kindness at the moment.

Su Xianran fiddled with the parts in her hand, repeating these three sentences in her mind.

The night breeze was blowing, the trees were swaying, and the two got along harmoniously in the small courtyard. Mr. Song was sitting on the top chair reading a book, while Su Xianran was squatting on the side, assembling the parts that had been cut without a teacher.

I don't know how long this quiet time can last.

"Song Zhiyi, don't go back to the Song Mansion." Su Xianran said suddenly.

"Why... don't you want to go back?" Song Zhiyi looked over, his red eyes widened a little, as if stunned, then he pursed his lips and said to himself: "Is it because of my mother? Then... ...You don't want to go back, can we see each other in the future?"

Su Xianran was holding on to a wheel axle, his gaze was dull, he didn't know if what he was going to do next was right or not, but he still spoke.

"It was my aunt who killed my uncle."

He thought, we can't let Song Zhiyi know that he killed Mr. Song, no.

He was afraid of death, if Song Zhiyi found out, then he would be chased and killed by two people, or tortured all the time, holding his breath and dragging his scarred body.

He just doesn't want to die.

Just trying to survive.

The book Song Zhiyi was holding fell to the ground, he opened his mouth slightly, the expression on his face was terrified and a bit indescribable, he wanted to say something, but seeing the indifferent young man swallowed all the words In the stomach, only said four words.

"Don't lie to me."

For some reason, Su Xianran felt flustered when he met his eyes. After a long time, he silently pushed the assembled four-wheeled cart over.

"I did not lie to you."

Song Zhiyi's face turned pale in an instant, even whiter than that white body. He held Su Xianran's hand tightly, and said almost pleadingly: "It didn't count just now, let me ask again, who killed my father?"

"……aunt."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Zhiyi let go of his hand in a daze, closed his eyes tiredly, leaned back on the chair, covered his eyes with his slender fingers, and there was water between the fingers.

His throat was choked up, and it took a long time to say a trembling word: "Su Xianran, can you stop lying to me?"

Before Su Xianran could answer, Song Zhiyi broke down and said, "They... made a contract when they were young, they can't hurt each other... they can't..."

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Song Zhiyi's injury has healed, and Mrs. Song quickly found where they were. When she saw Song Zhiyi in the four-wheeler, she walked over and asked, "Where did he go?"

"Escaped."

Song Zhiyi looked into the distance, every word he uttered seemed to be plucking out his heart, "Did he kill dad?"

"Yes."

Song Zhiyi didn't speak anymore, he vaguely guessed about this result as early as the day Su Xianran lied to him, this time it was just to be sure, to pull out that heart and stab him again.

"Is mother going to kill him?"

"He can't stay."

Mrs. Song looked at her son who hesitated to speak, and said: "He killed your father, and he also killed your mother."

Song Zhiyi suddenly raised his head, looked at the mother in front of him who was talking to him, and asked in a daze, "Mother?"

"The contract is for twins. If he dies, I won't live long... Zhiyi, the devil world is too dirty, don't be so stupid."

Mrs. Song's face was full of pity, "I knew from a young age that you will suffer losses if you stay in the devil world with your temper. Your father and I also protect you everywhere, but in the end we can't protect you forever. There is always a way for you to let yourself go." let's go."

She tilted her head, and the red tip of her nose made her look a little aggrieved, but she was really aggrieved.

"Originally I don't have much time, I wanted to wait for you to wake up and arrange the funeral, but I didn't expect you to take Su Xianran away as soon as you woke up... It's been a month, I have been looking for you all day, and now I found it, I can't hold it anymore..."

Song Zhiyi wanted to stand up from the four-wheeler, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. He could only hope that all of this was fake, but his mother never lied to him...

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Mrs. Song's face, and a sob rose in his throat.

"Mother...the child is not filial."

Mrs. Song patted his head, "No way, you are the most filial person in the world, I probably still have a few days, please accompany me knowingly - don't think about him anymore, can you accompany your bridesmaid? "

"Okay, I don't want to."

On the day Mrs. Song passed away, Song Zhiyi was listening to her talking about the past between her mother and father. As soon as she heard the sweet spot, Mrs. Song lost her breath and fell asleep peacefully.

Song Zhiyi also encountered a demon for the first time.

Time is long, and all the fear, reluctance and deceit hidden in his heart are magnified inch by inch by the belated heart demon. He is like a boat going retrograde in a torrential river, trying to resist and try to break free, but it still doesn't help.

In the past two days, he was really desperate. The death of his parents, Su Xianran's deceit, each of them was pushing him to the edge of the cliff.

Possessed by the inner demon, he finally fell into the abyss, and when he woke up, Mr. Song was still Mr. Song, but Song Zhiyi was no longer Song Zhiyi.

Life is pure and clear, and it will be swallowed up in the end.

After several turnarounds, Su Xianran was caught and brought to Song Zhiyi. He knelt on the ground and looked at Song Zhiyi who hadn't seen him for a few days.

Song Zhiyi squinted at him, suddenly broke out into a grim smile, and said something in an unprecedentedly cold tone, "Mother is also dead."

Su Xianran lowered her eyes: "I didn't kill her."

"You killed your father. The contract between the two of them is twins. If one dies, the other won't live long."

"……sorry."

"What's the use of being sorry? I want your life."

A hand with a cold iron armor pierced his chest unexpectedly, Su Xianran spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell limply to the ground.

Song Zhiyi looked at the guard standing beside him, "What are you doing in a daze, go collect his soul."

"Yes."

Song Zhiyi smiled, got up from the four-wheeler, squatted in front of Su Xianran, lifted his body like playing with a toy, and smiled sideways.

"My life is over, I'll make you a living dead... My parents are gone, and I don't want to be alone."

He swept Su Xianran's eyes that had never been closed with the palm of his hand, and as if thinking of something funny, his smile deepened.

"You said you are so fond of deceiving people, why don't I deceive you too?"

However, in a few months, Song Zhiyi lost his father and mother, and the only one who had anything to do with him, Su Xianran, became a living dead and a prisoner, which became a paranoid thought in his heart.

The next hundred years will be calamities.