doom monster

Xiangzi's treatment is over, even if he begs in every possible way, he still cannot escape his fate.

Yu Qiu suddenly remembered Luo Heng's warning half a month ago. He looked at the stooped old Deng Tou who was gradually walking away. An unspeakable coldness was like a swimming snake, which suddenly wrapped around his calf and climbed up quickly.

At that moment, Yu Qiu's back was really chilled, and his hairs stood on end.

It was really hard for him to imagine that such a person would be a bad person.

But the matter of Xiangzi had to make him suspicious. The number of times he had met with Xiangzi was very small, so he couldn't trust him if he didn't have much contact with him. It's just that Yu Qiu couldn't figure out his motive.

What Xiangzi did did not leave any leeway or retreat for himself at all. Once the matter was exposed, it would definitely become the target of public criticism.

Thinking about it more deeply, he had planned his plots along the way. Is it very possible that he hid the rice? Most of the villagers in Qingyang have lived here for generations, and the conditions of each household are basically clear.

This person has been able to remain undiscovered, which is enough to show that this person has deep scheming or is deeply trusted, but Xiangzi obviously has nothing to do with the word "trusted", and this behavior is not at all like a city man. The reckless things people do.

If he really had the slightest scheming, how could he have fallen into such a situation, letting everyone scold him like a bereaved dog.

Yu Qiu still remembered Xiangzi's struggle after volunteering to lure away the zombies. He didn't understand it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he has already figured it out.

Can he think that Xiangzi is a pawn from beginning to end.

And the old Dengtou behind it is the mastermind.

He may have prepared a way out for himself long ago, but now that the incident was revealed, Xiangzi became an abandoned son, and he retreated unscathed.

But aren't they father and son?

Yu Qiu suddenly felt that this old man was really scary. Now that kind face looked more like a disguise mask, as if he treated life as a play.

What kind of person can do this, not showing any flaws for 10 to 20 years, and still deeply loved by the villagers; now that something like this has happened, he can still pick it up cleanly.

The ancients said that human beings have the seven emotions and six desires that are irreversible, that is to say, when an actor breaks away from his role and returns to life, he still lives by himself.

Old Dengtou turned people's life into a drama.

To be honest, without Luo Heng's point, and the clues that he didn't consciously care about after the point, Yu Qiu might not have thought about it at all.

Many times, people are always easily fooled by the appearance and the appearance they show, and sensory things often deceive the eyes.

What the senses can judge is limited. Humans can only see visible things, hear audible sounds, and smell odours. Once beyond that range, the information conveyed by the senses may not correct.

Yu Qiu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything or do anything when he touched the people with resentful faces.

Because no one would believe it at all, just like Luo Heng's one-sided words made Yu Qiu think it was nonsense.

No one can believe it without evidence, not to mention that the image of old Dengtou in the hearts of the villagers is deeply rooted.

Yu Qiu watched helplessly as Xiangzi was thrown out of the gate, looking extremely distressed, his fingers were bloodstained in the struggle, rubbing against the ground and pulling out several invisible bloodstains.

At that moment, Yu Qiu stood like pins and needles. He went to see Old Deng more than once, but the little old man didn't look back until he disappeared.

Yu Qiu hugged his elbows, feeling cold all over his body: "Luo Heng, I'm afraid."

The young man's words, I'm afraid, have a tactful ending, which made Luo Heng tremble.

For Yu Qiu, Luo Heng was very complicated.

The existence of Yu Qiu became a contradiction between Luo Heng's hatred and only goodwill.

In fact, Luo Heng has always felt that he has taken advantage of Yu Qiu. Yu Qiu has been reborn, and Yu Yu Qiu is like a foreign body that sucks his own nutrition.

Even if it wasn't Luo Heng's intention, but subconsciously he felt that he owed it and wanted to make it up to Yu Qiu.

But the existence of Qi Zhenrong is a thorn deeply buried in his heart to him after all, untouchable, untouchable, and unless Qi Zhenrong dies, he will never be able to remove it.

As early as 10 years ago, that Luo Heng had already died. Today's Luo Heng is able to survive because of endless hatred. It can be said that he was reborn for revenge.

Originally, Yu Qiu should be Luo Heng's benefactor, but he happened to be Qi Zhenrong's grandson.

It is impossible for Luo Heng to let go of his hatred, nor is it possible to hate Yu Qiu.

He had suffered in the first half of his life, but he wanted to be a good person until his death. Luo Heng tried his best to be a person with a sound mind and even a healthy body, not a mad dog whose reason and principles were swallowed by suffering.

After all, Yu Qiu was kind to him.

The boy's frightened voice next to his ear was very soft, just like the softness that was rubbed in his heart that time.

An indescribable strange emotion flooded my heart, and before I was given time to discern it, the boy trembled uncontrollably. Confusion and fear occupied the entire space of the brain.

The beating heart in the chest seemed to be curled up into a ball, Yu Qiu's inner hesitation even made Luo Heng feel a little uncomfortable.

After all, Yu Qiu is still young, and he is only 19 years old in Conghui. Before the apocalypse, he lived a carefree life, and with the protection of his grandfather, he couldn't see so many dangers in the world.

Old Deng's two-faced personality had a big impact on him, and it almost washed away Yu Qiu's three views.

Luo Heng knew that the young man needed him, and he couldn't help but want to say something countless times, but he couldn't say anything when it came to his mouth.

With the blessing of Qi Zhenrong's grandson status, the once promised "I'll protect you" finally made it hard for him to swallow.

Sorry, I can not do it.

***

After Xiangzi's treatment ended, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed, still swearing rudely.

In the corner, Jiang Wang embraced the crying long-haired woman rubbing his ears and temples. After Ah Da beat Xiangzi, the two clapped their hands, their faces confirmed that their wishes were the same, and they were going to go back to sleep; the three members of Wang Ying's family finally came back after hugging God came to Yu Qiu and beckoned.

"Qiu... come here... let my sister see you." Wang Ying wiped her red and swollen eyes, her voice was hoarse, and the sobs that were still echoing in her throat broke down the sentence intermittently.

"And me..." Tan Panpan put on his messy hair that had been destroyed, not to be outdone: "Brother, come here, Panpan has a look at you."

Tan Panpan stared straight at Yu Qiu, with two little chicken paws open as if begging for a hug.

The child's smile is full of vigor, like a little sun, strangely dispelling Yu Qiu's depressed emotions.

***

Separated by a door, the slammed iron gate divided the outside world and the inside world into two worlds.

Xiangzi was thrown out like a dead dog, and rolled several times on the ground with inertia. The color of the dirty clothes had long been invisible, and he was ashamed and embarrassed.

Xiangzi remained motionless, as if he was dead, and only the occasional blink of his eyes could prove that he was alive.

The hustle and bustle inside seems to be in the ear, as lively as it is there, as lonely as it is here.

As autumn approached, the cold wind that came from time to time was like a bone-scraping knife, cutting his body every inch of his body, it was very painful, but he couldn't move even half of it.

Old Dengtou's last disappointed eyes became Xiangzi's obsession, and almost became a kind of morbidity.

His miserable and miserable childhood was a nightmare he would never forget for the rest of his life, and old Dengtou was his lifeline at that time.

In fact, up to now, the old Deng is still the head.

The gratitude in his young heart has already changed at some point. Xiangzi is no longer satisfied, he wants to stay with his father forever.

For him, that is all the support for living, and no one can make him give up.

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