Feng Zhengxuan made the bed, in fact, it was two wooden benches side by side, very narrow, not long enough, so he couldn't sleep well at all.

He didn't plan to sleep, heh, in a completely unfamiliar place, although it seemed safe for the time being, he didn't dare to take it lightly.

What's more, Yu Jiale is still outside.

I just want to squint and nourish my mind. However, after a night of fear, the spirit has long been exhausted.

Soon after closing his eyes, Feng Zhengxuan fell asleep wrapped in the quilt.

Maybe I drank too much soup at night, and I was woken up by urine when I slept soundly.

He rubbed his eyes, took out his phone and looked at it, it was two o'clock in the morning.

Frowning, if it was five o'clock, he would endure it, but it was only two o'clock, so he couldn't endure it for four hours, and he would be sick.

Heh, maybe it's going to explode.

I regret it a little, I knew I shouldn't drink so much soup just now, well, although it tastes good.

Looking at the dark room where the old man lived, Feng Zhengxuan pursed his lips, forget it, he should go find the toilet by himself.

Getting up from the bench and looking at the kitchen without a trace of light, he hesitated, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and walked in cautiously.

In an instant, the light of the flashlight was swallowed up by the rich blackness, and only a small mass remained.

Feng Zhengxuan looked at it casually and then withdrew his gaze, there was nothing to see, except for a few earthen pots at the base of the wall, and a dilapidated cupboard against the wall, there was nothing.

It's very simple.

He turned around and didn't find the toilet, and he didn't dare to go out, so he couldn't hold it anymore, so he found a corner to solve it.

"Hoo ......"

Feng Zhengxuan breathed a sigh of relief, shook twice, and pulled his pants up.

When I turned around and was about to leave, I saw the stove on the other side of the cupboard, well, and the cauldron.

He paused.

Thinking of the delicious soup boiled by the old man, a curiosity arose in his heart, what was the soup made of, he had never drunk such a delicious soup when he was so big.

I really want to know.

Footsteps involuntarily walked towards the stove.

took a photo of the mobile phone into the pot, and almost didn't get scared to go away.

I saw that in the black cauldron, a boiled sparse head was placed in the middle, the flesh on the face was rotten, and it had been boiling in the soup for a long time, and it was impossible to see the original appearance at all.

In addition to the head, there are some other things, such as phalanges, rods, bones, etc.

On the stove was still the earthen bowl from which he had just drunk.

Feng Zhengxuan's face was like paper, his expression was frightened, and he only felt a wave of nausea rushing up from his stomach.

"Vomit ......"

He bent over, covering his stomach with one hand, and tried very hard to spit out the soup he had just drunk, but only a few drops of sour water were spit out.

Soup? Heh, it has long been digested.

Eyes wide in disbelief, how could it be, what kind of place is this, could it be that old man, also a ghost?

Feng Zhengxuan's heart was shocked, if this was the case, why didn't he kill him at the beginning and give him soup......

As soon as he thought of the soup, Feng Zhengxuan felt uncomfortable in his stomach again.

He pursed his lips, and now the top priority is what to do.

Leave? But Yu Jiale was guarding outside, and Zhao Qingyuan, who died eight years ago.

Don't go, this old man is also a ghost.

Feng Zhengxuan was in a dilemma for a while, he frowned, or, simply pretended not to know anything, seeing that this old man had no ill will towards him, otherwise, he would simply stay up until tomorrow morning, anyway, it would only be four hours.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a cold laugh came from behind him.

"Jie Ji ~ You found it ~ "

Feng Zhengxuan's body stiffened, only to feel a cold air coming from behind, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and his teeth were fighting.

Stiffly turned, like a robot, and saw a smirking face full of pleated skin, glowing blue in the faint light.

"In that case, I can't keep you."

Feng Zhengxuan's face changed greatly, and before he could speak, he was grabbed by a cold and stiff hand by his neck.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his chest, and his eyes widened in horror, and his heart ...... Heart......

But it didn't work, the sharp pain made his eyes darken, and he didn't know anything.

Feng Zhengxuan was found three days later, well, a homeless man who was scavenging and passing by, saw him fall to the ground unconscious, thought it was a dead man, and called the police in a panic.

The police arrived in a hurry, only to find that he was not dead, but had just fainted, and rushed him to the hospital.

Feng Zhengxuan felt that he had a very long dream, heh, a nightmare.

He dreamed that he was standing in front of a large pot, boiling soup, squinting his eyes slightly, scooping a spoonful with a soup spoon and putting it under his nose, smelling it with an intoxicated face.

It's so fragrant.

The pot was bubbling hot, and the aroma kept getting into the nose.

And behind him, there was a long procession, everyone dressed in tattered clothes, but all uniform in color, all black.

Holding an empty bowl in his hand, skinny and hollow, he muttered in his mouth, "Soup, drink soup......"

Then, he began to scoop the soup for them one by one.

One scoop per person.

The person who gets the soup does not care about burning his mouth, but pours it into his mouth with a bowl.

And he didn't think it was strange, and scooped the soup very calmly.

I don't know how long it took, but the soup in the pot was finally finished, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that there was still a bowl in front of him.

After a pause, he said, "Well, the soup is gone, let's come back next time." ”

It was an old man with a wrinkled face, well, like many old men who had just lined up for soup, skinny and dressed in shabby black clothes.

He opened a pair of empty gray eyes, and looked at him blankly, "Tang...... Drink soup ......"

Feng Zhengxuan: ......

He turned his head and looked at the pot, frowned and said to the old man, "There is no soup, the soup is finished." ”

The old man still had that expression, but the words in his mouth became, "No soup~No soup~"

Feng Zhengxuan sighed, "You can come back next time." ”

I saw that his eyes suddenly widened, and his face became frightened and angry, "No more soup?" No more soup? ”

Feng Zhengxuan nodded, and before he could speak, his ears were shocked by a sharp voice.

"Ah...... There's no soup to drink, I don't have soup to drink, why don't you make more soup......"

As he spoke, he slapped Feng Zhengxuan's chest.

Feng Zhengxuan only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Feng Mu's tearful eyes.

"Mom?"

He didn't react a little, wasn't he boiling soup, why did he suddenly ...... It's back.

Feng Mu's eyes widened suddenly, covering her mouth in disbelief, tears pouring out of her eyes and flowing down her face into her fingers.

"Xiao Xuan? Xiao Xuan, are you awake? I'm not dreaming, am I? ”

Feng Zhengxuan licked his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom, I want to drink water." ”