The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

"Why~~~" The voice didn't respond, but answered this sentence from far and near.

"Bastard!" Xiuyan slammed a paper hammer at a photo frame, only to hear the sound of glass shattering, and the photo frame was scattered!

"Why~~~" The voice appeared again, this time it seemed that the voice sounded from the back of Xiuyan's head.

Xiu Yan swiped his head back, and was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he found that it was an empty corridor.

Sudden! A human face with bloody eyes and blistered skin appeared in front of Xiu Yan, less than fifty centimeters away.

ps: It’s better to make a preview first and see everyone’s reactions. In the past few days, this kind of ghostly method should be used to enrich the past of the characters, Xiuyan’s, Xueyin’s, Meng Hao’s, and Liu Hong’s. If you can accept it, please leave a message after the post.

ps: If you can't accept it and think it's too watery, please leave a message here, I will end this chapter as soon as possible and enter the main task line.

ps: Then... what else do you want to say? By the way.....I am wondering whether to pay the update directly this month. Looking at the 400 dollars today, I am wondering whether to give up the blade and write another one, or take a look at the blade after I choose to take the whole knife this month .....This blade mechanism is really annoying ==! !

ps: How many words are updated today... see if the running group will be pigeonholed tonight...Kengshu said that the running group is tonight, if I run, I will update another two thousand , if you don't run, four thousand? ? ? ?

Chapter 258:

Facing this sudden appearance of a human face, there was no panic on Xiu Yan's face.

I saw him tilt his head, with a cruel smile on his face: "What did you do?"

"Why~" This terrifying face opened his mouth to speak, and with his words, scarlet blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Xiu Yan stretched out his hand fiercely, and grabbed the face in front of him, the expression on his face was extremely cold: "I ask you, is it your fault to desecrate the dead in this way!"

However, at the same time that Xiu Yan grabbed the face, the face suddenly swelled, and then exploded with a bang, and a large amount of blood sprayed Xiu Yan all over.

Xiu Yan stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and said disdainfully, "Is this going to explode?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice asking why sounded again.

"Why~"

"Why~"

Different from the previous voice, this time, countless voices echoed in the corridor.

Moreover, with the appearance of this sound, the photos hanging on the surrounding walls began to make crackling sounds.

Xiu Yan looked around, and found that the photo actually started to have cracks, and in the cracks, first stretched out a charred little hand.

Then the guys who were burned to death in the picture all crawled out of the picture as if they were alive.

"You know how to play." Xiu Yan said in a frivolous voice, turning the paper hammer in his hand, without the slightest thought of leaving here.

"Boom!" A pitch black, no, already carbonized figure jumped out of the photo, with a pair of small hands tightly strangling Xiu Yan's neck.

He could only hear him screaming, "Why didn't you save us!"

Following this guy's call, there was a sound of explosions, and the entire corridor was already full of that dark, small body.

"Why did you run away!"

"Why didn't you come and save us!"

"Why didn't you tell us!"

A series of questions that hit the soul hit Xiuyan's heart.

"Is that why you came out?" Xiu Yan lowered his head slightly, looking directly at the dark little man who was strangling his neck.

However, that guy would not answer Xiu Yan's question at all.

In the mouth, the sentence always echoed: "Why don't you come and just us!"

"I saved two people." Facing this question, Xiu Yan replied flatly: "Not enough time."

However, Xiu Yan's answer didn't have any effect, the black charcoal-like child still repeated the words in his mouth.

"Enough." Xiu Yan said lightly, he stretched out his hand to pinch the guy's head, and dragged the Heitan kid out.

Xiu Yan looked straight into his empty eye sockets, and said indifferently: "So, are you here to seek revenge on me, to question why I didn't save you, or to say...you are my heart Is it just a demon?"

"You ran away by yourself!" Finally, the voice finally changed: "You abandoned all of us and ran away by yourself!"

"But I avenged you all." Xiu Yan's face remained unchanged, he looked around at the black shadows that were approaching him, and said flatly: "I avenged you all."

"Traitor!" The answer was the roar of countless black shadows.

Xiu Yan closed his eyes slightly, without any rebuttal, but the black shadow was still approaching him.

And when Xiu Yan opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determination.

"Rest in peace." He let go of his left hand, and the child caught by him fell to the ground, and Xiu Yan swung his right hand violently, and the paper hammer hit the carbon black boy's head directly!

"Bang" a piece of black ashes scattered in the air violently.

This guy was directly crushed by Xiu Yan.

But Xiu Yan just sighed: "Rest in peace, Li Wen"

He turned sharply and swung the paper hammer again, this time, he hit the black shadow who was about to approach him.

Just like before, this guy also turned into a black ashes.

"Rest in peace, Liu Peng."

Xiuyan was expressionless, walking all the way, every time he took a step, the paper hammer would follow him.

The charcoal-black figures turned into ashes one by one, and every time Xiu Yan waved, he would recite a name.

Even though the group of people were burnt so hard to distinguish, Xiu Yan could always name them accurately.

"Rest in peace, Zhao Ming." Xiu Yan smashed a black shadow again, and murmured: "Although I don't know you well, but you don't have to thank me for helping you get revenge."

The black shadows went on and on, but they turned into black ash all over the ground under Xiu Yan's paper hammer.

When Xiuyan stopped swinging the paper hammer, there was no longer a standing black figure in front of him, only black ash all over the ground.

Xiu Yan took a deep breath, looked at everything around him, shook his head slightly and said, "I seem to remember where you all came from."

"Does it exist in my nightmares, or in other words, the guilt hidden in my heart?" Xiu Yan recalled the scene when he was a child. When Aunt Yang who rescued her died, Xiu Yan ran out like a madman. Those people should also be shocked that they actually killed someone, so if they didn't pay attention, they let Xiu Yan slip away.

When Xiu Yan calmed down, the orphanage was already on fire. He ran back, but he only managed to save two people in time.

And all the evidence disappeared with a fire.