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Han Wei had always been very confused, unable to understand Han Tian's thoughts. Why? Always hoping he's not doing well?

In this world, no one is impregnable and invincible. Even spears and shields have their own vulnerabilities.

Han Wei has been trapped in the cage of fate for a long time, like a prison bird that can't fly out of the cage, controlled by that terrible fate, and he can't break free at any time.

He became more and more unscrupulous, acting like a madman.

In the past, he never dared to show his dark talent in front of others, for fear of being discovered and becoming someone else's handle, which was not good for him.

But that's no longer the case.

He calmly accepted the different, even a little humiliating talent, to tear open that person's throat and chest with his own hands, take out a blood-colored heart, and hook his lips and smile, disapproving.

Han Wei regarded each of his tortures as an ultimate visual feast, only when he saw the blood and scars, his heart that had been wronged for many years would be slightly comforted, and the irritable and unwilling soul would be temporarily rested.

He never thought that one day, the beautiful girl hidden in his heart would also get married, but the groom was not him.

When he heard the news outside, he came back immediately, and of course, he still didn't dare to appear in front of the maid.

Hanwei is too fond of the feeling of voyeurism.

That's what he does best, and at the same time, it's also his most inferiority complex.

Later, one day, what he expected happened.

Everyone else thought that Han Wei would break into Zhilan's room on a whim, but they didn't know that he had already rehearsed thousands of times in advance under the dark night sky in order to meet him like that.

Sure enough, Zhilan was frightened and rejected Han Wei, hurting Han Wei.

Hanwei's love turned into hatred and did what he shouldn't have done.

Although he has extenuating circumstances, he is not worthy of forgiveness.

Every poor man has something to hate. It was wrong, he admitted.

What happened after that is more clear, and it is also the version that is passed around from each other in most people's mouths.

Xiao Zheng told Han Luo everything he knew, word for word, for fear of missing important things, he kept kowtowing to Han Luo, kowtowing so much that blood came out of his forehead: "Childe, it was me who was wrong, it was me who hurt Sister Zhilan, please punish me." ”

Han Luo listened to the whole thing, and was silent for a long time, a little turbulence appeared on his plain face, and in his eyes, layers of ripples rippled.

There were no ups and downs in his mood, as if he had just listened to an irrelevant story, and when the story was over, it had nothing to do with him, "Go down." ”

"Huh? No, don't you punish me? Xiao Zheng was terrified, and he should be punished by Childe for his guilt. Because, he knew that Zhilan was very important to Childe.

"Well, it's none of your business, go down." When Han Luo said the last two words, his voice had already turned cold. He seems to be forcibly patient, unwilling to leave the hurt to a man full of remorse.

After all, there is a debtor, isn't it?

"Thank you, Childe, I will definitely pray for Sister Zhilan every night and wish her happiness in another world." Xiao Zheng knelt and retreated. The cowardly back trembled slightly, not knowing if it was because he regretted what he had done, or because he was afraid of losing his life.

Han Luo stood still for a moment, until a leaf landed on his palm.

Behind him, a gust of wind blew, and the young and beautiful figure of the maid followed him, calling softly in his ear, "Childe, are you back?" ’

…………

On that day, the air suddenly cooled.

When Han Luo returned to the room, he called a servant to carry a bucket of water into the door, and then bathed and changed his clothes, washing away the dust.

When everything was done, he went to see his father, his mother, and then his grandfather and grandmother, and chatted with them for a while, and talked about many interesting things he had encountered outside, which made the old people very happy.

He talked and laughed and kept silent about Zhilan, as if the name had never appeared in his life, and everything was as usual, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Han Luo's parents were deeply puzzled. They had already prepared their words, and they were only waiting for Han Luo to answer them one by one when he asked. But how did this kid seem to have lost his memory?

After all, Han Tian couldn't hold back in front of his own children, and tried to find a way to knock on the side, testing Han Luo.

Han Luo didn't deliberately hide it, he said whatever he had to say. Xu was interested, he accidentally slipped out of his mouth, and told his parents that he had met a nice girl and liked that person.

Hanluo's parents were immediately overjoyed, and asked Hanluo which family the girl was from, if it was really good, she could go and propose.

Han Luo shook his head lightly and said with a smile that he was not in a hurry. He thinks it's better to get in touch with it for a while. Otherwise, you don't know your heart.

Han Tian felt that there was something in Han Luo's words, but he never thought it was a big deal. It's just a maid, and when she dies, she dies.

…………

As the night passed, the sun began to rise.

Everyone closed their eyes in the morning sun, but Han Luo stood in front of a courtyard gate with a closed door, staring for a long time.

He pushed the door open and walked inside.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

There was a deep pit next to the yard, from which the smell of blood came from.

Han Luo glanced at it, his figure swayed, and he almost vomited.

In the deep pit, there was a pile of dense white bones, as well as the corpses of girls who had not yet turned into white bones.

The corpses were rotting and deteriorating, emitting bursts of pungent smell, enveloping the entire secluded courtyard, lifeless and covered with low pressure.

Han Luo barely held back the vomiting sensation in his stomach, tidied up his clothes, and walked forward. He gently pushed open the door and said softly, "Second uncle, I'm here." ”

The doors and windows of the room were closed, and it was pitch black.

There was a figure sitting in the master bedroom, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

The figure stood up, walked to the window, and pulled the curtains, snorting.

Han Wei stood in the early morning sun, turned his head to look at Han Luo, a handsome but thin face with a little smile, inexplicably evil, "Ah Luo, you are here." ”

The tone of his voice didn't seem like asking Han Luo, but it seemed like he had been waiting for a long time, welcoming the dawn of victory, hoping for relief.

"Well," Han Luo stood in the doorway, his gaze flat, "I'm here." ”

"That's good, that's good." Han Wei said the same thing twice in a row, and sighed with great relief, "Lan'er should have been waiting for me for a long time." ”

"No, you can't see her." Han Luo didn't mind pouring a basin of cold water down, "She turned into dust and was with heaven and earth." And you will fall into hell and perish forever. ”