"Someone somewhere, I didn't see it." Feng didn't pay attention, and suddenly bumped into a pedestrian. "Ah, I'm really embarrassed. On this road, I don't know who put the nails. I didn't see you when I was moving the car, right?" Feng asked cautiously.
"It's okay, it's okay." The person who was hit seemed to speak very well, stared at Feng for a few times, and then moved on.
"Be careful. Fortunately, the old man is good at talking and didn't touch porcelain." He said little by little.
"Huh, huh? Old man?" Feng suddenly found that he couldn't remember the appearance of the person just now, but he had looked at him for a long time. "How do you know it's an old man?" Feng asked.
"I saw it, it's obviously an old man, although I didn't see his face clearly." It's a little bit weird. The white hair, the shaky figure and the old voice are obviously an old man, Feng sees. Why didn’t he know after having been with him for so long
His face, why can't I remember his face? Who is it? Who did he hit? It's weird. Suddenly, Feng realized the point, "You mean you didn't see his face?" Feng stopped the car suddenly and asked a little bit.
"Yeah, what's the matter. He keeps his back to me." A little bit strange.
"You go quickly, I have something to leave, I can't send you off." Feng couldn't help but get out of the car.
"Why, rushing me in such a hurry."
"Hurry up!" Feng roared, Feng already knows what's going on, and I'm afraid it's not good tonight.
"I won't!" A little bit willful, "You make things clear! Or I won't leave!"
Feng wanted to push the little bit away, but unfortunately he could no longer control his body. In just a few seconds, he fell into deep fear. In the first second before he could control his thoughts, what Feng thought was: The little bit is Mr. Liang's person, I am afraid I will explain it here. Ryoko, where are you? Afterwards, Feng plunged into darkness.
The horrible dark curse!
When Feng found that he couldn't remember the person's face, Feng had already noticed that it was wrong. Thinking of the purple pupil around him and the person's eyes that did not dare to look at him, Feng understood his situation and was cursed by the darkness. There is no physical harm, but within an hour, I will fall into extreme fear. If I am riding, I will die in a car accident within a few seconds. Moreover, it is a perfect accidental death. .
The Curse of Darkness is like a long nightmare. The subject will see what he fears most. These images are derived from the subject's deepest memory. If you are afraid of dead people, then you see a large cemetery, a large group of dead bodies, and even your favorite people die one by one in front of you; if you are afraid of spiders, then the ground is full of spiders as big as cars. Crawl around; if you are afraid of zombies, congratulations, come to the zombie garden, and there is no pea shooter here.
The most terrifying part of the Dark Curse is nothing else. The stronger the mind is, the deeper the victim will be. The calm and thoughtful people tend to suppress deep resentment and anger in their hearts. Once they fall into a nightmare, they often lose their lives in the nightmare. Courage. Feng had always had the world in mind, and the pressure could not be said to be small, but at this time, he was already on the side of the road and rolled his eyes unconscious.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Feng couldn't hear the little voice.
Where am I? Who am i? Who are you again? Feng sat in a huge room, no one, only a big mirror, one side and one side, it turned out to be a mirror room full of mirrors. Feng was everywhere in the mirror, but Feng himself didn't recognize him, and he was filled with fear in a daze.
What Feng is afraid of is loneliness. Dai Juncao, who has friends all over the world, is actually afraid of loneliness!
You, who are you? I don't know you! Talk, talk you guys. Feng was mad, no one, no one. Feng went crazy and smashed a mirror with a fist. Behind the mirror was a window, and outside the window was the back of a person going away. Ryoko's back. "Come back, Liangzi is back!" Liangzi's footsteps did not stop. Feng knocked on the mirror madly, and the mirrors shattered, and one person left him. Without saying a word, no one stayed.
The last mirror, the last person, Lin. Lin also left. Feng had already cried and dried up her tears, and her throat became hoarse. Will her most beloved Lin leave him? Lin Feng shouted and beat the window frame dumbly. Unfortunately, this house has no doors, only small windows. Feng just watched the people leave one by one.
Wait for me, I'll go with you. Feng was already paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move. Looking at the people who left, Feng had no strength, no faith, and no courage. Friends are all of Feng, and are Feng's life and beliefs. But now, or what's the point? What's the point? It's better to die. "Who?" Who is talking? "I am you." "Nonsense, who are you! Come out!" "I am the you in my heart." "Nonsense!" "You don't believe me, okay, let me talk about you." "You are Talk about it!"
Feng actually heard his own inner voice, which turned out to be a monologue.
The name Feng also suits me, uncle Faner, my usual style. At least, everyone said so.
In fact, I don't want to be so mature. Really, maturity is not a good thing to show off. The price of maturity is loneliness, annoyance, endless worry, pressure, love and hatred, responsibility and obligation, and the whole world has a relationship with you, and you have no choice.
As I said, cigarettes are cheap lovers and wine is a lonely friend.
I like to drink, especially when I'm upset.
Alcohol is really an excellent dose of Wangyou San. Because of the anesthesia of alcohol, I can sleep well, can swear happily, cry, and forget all kinds of unhappiness. Yes, this is an evasion, and it does have the courage to escape. The question is, can you teach me how to avoid it.
I don't want to escape, but I have to escape. Because the reality is too cruel, the society is too real, well, the urban management is too violent.
Many friends know that my mobile phone is on standby for almost twenty-four hours. It's not that I'm busy. It's because I can't let go of some things, some seem naive, seem naive and ideal. I like to rely on my friends for everything, and I also like to help my friends solve problems. It is common for the phone to ring until three or four in the evening.
I know that there is no permanent banquet in the world, and I know that these friends of us will end up in separate parties, and I know that my efforts are just to make it all for a few days, months, and years at night. But I don't regret it. Someone will understand everything I do.
In fact, I am not a monarch or a god. I am just a young man who loves martial arts, a literary and artistic youth who loves rock and roll, a proud foodie, a pseudo-angry, and a seemingly mature young man. In fact, I just want everyone to live happily, brothers can be a little longer, and what they want to do can go smoothly. Far from being so sophisticated, so sleek, so sophisticated, and so black-bellied as everyone sees.
In this world, I may not be the strong, but I have the belief in the strong; in this world, I may not be good, but I have excellent teammates; tigers, leopards, jackals, monsters, splendid monsters, why not
The saber was held in a virtual grip, following the example of King Qin breaking the formation.
With Yi Wei in hand, dare to fight the swift white waves.
Feng cried, for his own years, for his friends, for his beliefs, and for his past.
Yeah, all of this is gone now. What's the point of being alive
It's better to die!
It's better to die.
"What's going on today?" Lin asked strangely herself. Just after ten o'clock, I felt uneasy. I put the towel in the microwave just now, and now I have dropped another cup.
"What's wrong with you, don't scare me, I'm timid, I'm afraid" a little bit of voice was filled with crying, Feng suddenly beat the ground like crazy, punching in all directions, his hands were full of blood, and his expression was like a ghost rebirth , However, the sadness on his face made people frightened, little by little couldn't get in, let alone understand what happened to Feng.
Feng suddenly collapsed to the ground and lost his breath.
"Maple!" Dian Xiao rushed to hug Feng's body. Fortunately, Feng was relatively slender, Dian Dian was just a stagger and didn't fall.
"Why don't you breathe anymore, wake up, wake up, I'm a little bit, see if I'm okay!" Little bit was anxious, and suddenly saw Feng's eyes.
What kind of eyes are that. Desperate, helpless, sad, and lifeless. Blood slowly oozes from the white of his eyes.
Little bit suddenly realized something, and was a little stunned, "It's actually the curse of darkness, when did it happen?" The face that was still flustered just now became serious and cautious, like a big enemy, with his own purple pupil on the side. Feng could still be cursed of darkness. The conditions for this technique were harsh and jealous. It required people to stare at him for a few seconds without guarding, but Feng didn't leave him at all that night. It's the old man! It must be him, only he has seen Feng's eyes, he still dare not look at himself for fear of discovering his spell! No wonder Feng asked himself why he was an old man. He couldn't remember the last minute under the curse of darkness. Damn, how can I be so stupid, just crying, it took so long to see the clue.
Feng had no breath, and now he couldn't solve this dark curse. There is only one way. But, do you really want to use it? Hesitated in a little snack. Why are you still hesitating? I have liked Feng for ten years! Little by little made up his mind, looked resolute, wrote a few words casually on the ground, took out his butterfly hairpin, pulled out a silver needle from the butterfly's mouthparts, and pierced his eyebrows!
A drop of abnormal red blood was printed on the center of Feng's brows, Feng's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and his breathing returned and became more and more stable. Little bit fell to the ground.