become king in cruel games

Chapter 298 Sifang Apartment (57) Home
Feng Yu clearly remembered the feeling when he reversed his perception.

The blood vessels become cold, the brain becomes swollen, and the muscles in the limbs become stiff.

Everything seemed to have solidified, as if a bucket of 502 glue had been poured on it. The heartbeat increased, but the surface was fixed.

At the moment when he reversed his perception, Feng Yu seemed to have entered an alien space. The surrounding scene was constantly changing, the air was distorted, the surrounding walls disappeared, and the floor turned into a lawn.

The family ran happily in the sunshine, hugging each other and holding hands, playing the happy family game together.

The little boy raised his head, tears falling from his cheeks: "Mom, I really haven't seen you for a long time."

"I'm really, really, so lonely! I'm alone every day, every year, and I keep resurrecting like this for hundreds of years."

The little boy rushed into his mother's arms, and she felt the oncoming breeze, the aroma of peach blossoms mixed with the aroma of green grass:
"Those tenants are afraid of me. They think that I have a very powerful ability. No matter what I do, I can turn it into reality, change anything, and create anything..."

"Not only humans, but even the monsters think I'm a monster."

"But in order to prevent myself from getting hurt, I have to make myself stronger. I have to disguise myself so that they think I am strong..."

"Otherwise, I would be unable to move around in this apartment."

After saying that, the little boy couldn't suppress his emotions. He burst into tears and shook his shoulders.

The monsters living in this apartment are not necessarily good-natured. They come here just to escape the hustle and bustle of the city.

Just to let myself be alone, calm down and live alone.

The guy who collected a lot of masks is a very evil person, and there are many faces in his cabinet.

Only when a person dies does it get a mask made of someone else's expression.

There is also a strange guy on the third floor. It sucks fat for hygiene. Once a connection is established, it will drain the spirit of the other party, leaving only skin and bones.

The sister on the side came over anxiously, and her voice brought the little boy out of his thoughts:
"Xiao Tan, don't cry, don't cry, my sister will feel sorry for you."

The boy's sister wiped his tears and said, "Look at such a cute little face. If you cry like this, it will look ugly."

My sister looked at the sky and blinked her eyes, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes:

"It's all your fault, Xiao Tan. Seeing you sad makes my sister sad too!"

"Don't cry, don't cry. If you have anything to tell me, my sister can help you. My sister can listen to you and tell me everything."

"Sister will listen attentively."

After saying that, the female mirror person suppressed a bitter smile, her eyes were red.

The little boy came over slowly: "You know, I dreamed that you were dead..."

"I saw a ferocious villain holding a weapon and breaking through our house step by step."

"My mother, who was in the kitchen, fell in a pool of blood. In order to resist, my father killed him with a knife."

"And what about my sister? In order to protect me, my sister deliberately exposed her position and gave me time to escape from the closet."

Feng Yu seemed to have seen that sad scene.

The boy entered despair step by step.

No one helped him.

He also has no ability to help others.

I can only hide in the corner quietly, watching the relatives I once loved leave one by one, watching them fall down with despair and hope.

They despaired of death.

They were hopeful that the boy would survive.

(End of this chapter)