Feng Zhengxuan felt that his heartbeat was disappearing, but what he didn't notice was that not only his heartbeat, but his body temperature was also gradually decreasing.

It's panicked.

I don't know what to do at all, what if it suddenly stops one day? Will it die?

He went to the hospital for a check-up, but the doctor couldn't say anything, it could only be attributed to heart disease, after all, the current medical level is limited, and the research on various diseases of the body is still in a very shallow stage.

He was prescribed some medicine, and some precautions were said, and asked him to come to the hospital for a physical examination every once in a while.

When Feng Zhengxuan came out of the hospital, he only felt that the sun was shining on his skin, and he felt a burning and painful feeling.

In the dark corner, Zhao Qingyuan lowered his head and smiled lowly, is it hot? Oh, it won't be long before you feel the hellish cold.

Retribution is unpleasant.

Believe him, it will be very cool, just like when a knife slashed at him, the feeling was so cool.

Even if he has been dead for eight years, Zhao Qingyuan still remembers very clearly the madness on Feng Zhengxuan's face when he raised the knife in his hand, that was the last picture left in his pupils.

It was also then that I realized that Feng Zhengxuan, no, it should be Feng Yang, really hated him to the bone.

He thought it was just a conflict between ordinary classmates.

As a result, his life was lost.

Forget it, don't think about it, this revenge will be avenged anyway.

I hope that the way of death he worked hard to devise can satisfy Feng Zhengxuan.

Feng Zhengxuan didn't let his family know about the heart.

Although he knew that the medicine in the hospital would not be of any use, he still took it on time, and there was always a kind of luck in his heart, in case he accidentally bumped into it.

But, how could it be.

One day, my heart stopped completely, well, that's what it meant, it didn't beat.

In the chest, there was a calm.

Feng Zhengxuan immediately sat on the ground and did not move, of course he was not dead, he was frightened.

The expression on his face, in addition to fear is fear, there is also disbelief and dazedness.

He didn't know what to do anymore, he didn't have the strength in his legs and feet, and he couldn't even stand up.

Is it dead?

But he can still move and breathe......

Breathe?

Feng Zhengxuan was stunned for a moment, he raised his trembling hand and put it between his snorts, and his face turned white.

Fart!

He didn't know when, but his breath was gone.

It's normal. People often overlook some of the most ordinary things, well, although some things are very important.

Feng Zhengxuan became the living dead.

But he didn't dare to show any clues, and his speech and demeanor were exactly the same as before.

Even in front of Feng's father and Feng's mother.

Heh, what if it's detected and sent to study the slice as a monster.

But he quit his job to keep his secrets, and it was better to have less contact with people.

He doesn't want anything now, he just wants to live, to exist in any way.

Maybe, they have become the living dead, and even Zhao Qingyuan and Yu Jiale have no choice.

Feng Zhengxuan thought very well, but he still had to dream at night.

Well, make the soup.

Since that night, he has been dreaming this dream, and it has become a part of his life.

I boiled soup every night, and I was scared at first, but after a long time, I got used to it.

In the dream, he was in a dark clearing, I don't know what it was, it was empty, but there was no wind, and there were no stars and moons in the sky.

Such an environment should be very scary, but he did not feel scared at all, and skillfully dragged out a burlap bag from the side.

The pockets were still moving, and it was clear that there was something inside.

Yes, it's still alive.

But Feng Zhengxuan didn't feel strange at all, picked up a hammer from the side, and knocked it down directly, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were full of madness, until the things in the bag stopped moving.

He put the hammer down.

Bent down and dragged the contents out, and when he saw what it was, he was stunned, but only for a moment, and he threw the thing into the cauldron on the side without hesitation.

Fill up the water slowly.

Light the fire again.

He took one white bone after another and sent it to the bottom of the pot, and soon, the dark blue flame was ignited.

The bones sizzled in the fire, and in a few moments, an enticing smell of burnt fire wafted out.

Feng Zhengxuan closed his eyes and took a sharp breath with an intoxicated expression.

"It smells so good."

He crouched in front of the blue flames and watched the bones burn to ooze grease, well, when the bones were all burned out, the soup in the pot would be ready.

Soon.

There is aroma wafting out of the cauldron.

Feng Zhengxuan was also strange, obviously he didn't put any condiments, how could it be so fragrant?

But I can't do that much.

There were already people lining up with bowls, well, all wearing shabby black clothes, and some still had dry braids on their heads, but none of them were staring at the pot with green eyes, as if it was some rare delicacy in the world.

But it's really fragrant.

Feng Zhengxuan felt a little funny, daring to love him for learning to cook in his dream.

I just don't know what the ingredients were in the pot at the beginning, but I always feel a little familiar, as if I've seen them somewhere.

He took the spoon and scooped the soup into the bowl one by one, and those people, like starving ghosts, did not care about the heat at all, and feasted on them.

The long queue quickly scooped to the end, but unfortunately, there was no soup.

There was also a person in line. But he didn't have a bowl in his hand.

Feng Zhengxuan didn't raise his head and said, "The soup is finished, next time." ”

I heard a familiar voice, "Hehe~ I don't want soup, Feng Yang, I want you to pay for your life~"

Feng Zhengxuan stiffened, raised his head suddenly, and saw a delicate and handsome face, which was very familiar.

He:......

I wanted to retreat, but I couldn't help it, and if I retreated, I would go to the pot, pointing at the man, shocked, "You...... You are Zhao Qingyuan. ”

Zhao Qingyuan sneered, "If you still remember me, then you must also remember how you killed me in the dormitory." ”

"Feng Yang, I died so miserably, you owe me a life, I want you to die~"

As he spoke, he threw himself at him with a hideous face.

The coldness that hit Feng Zhengxuan made his legs almost weak with fright, and he felt a kitchen knife in his hand out of nowhere, and his heart was horizontal, and he subconsciously slashed towards Zhao Qingyuan.

Immediately splashed with blood.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and fell quickly, shouting in his mouth, "I'll let you scare me and let you take revenge." If I could have killed you, I would have killed you a second time. ”

The splatters of blood and scrap of flesh stuck to his face, but he didn't care at all, his face was full of madness and pleasure.

"Zhao Qingyuan, do you know what I hate about you the most. Oh, obviously you are inferior to me in nothing, nothing is better than me, why do they only see you. ”

"You should find a place to take pity on yourself."

"Why are you coming to college, why are you me off."

"I don't want to kill you, it's all your fault, you made me angry, you deserve it."