"Tattoo?" Alan didn't answer and just gently lifted up his pajamas that were mopping the floor, revealing his white ankles. Their slender outlines were so white that they were so white that the blue meridians climbed from the instep to the calf and gradually disappeared.

Looking at the bare white ankles, Fang Jun nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, it's nothing. You should go and rest early."

Fang Jun himself felt a little surprised to be able to concentrate on listening to this seemingly absurd story with an unknown fear. At this moment, with the sound of the door slowly closing, Fang Jun was once again alone in the entire study.

Fang Jun stood up and extinguished the candles on the table, and suddenly found something like an iron piece on the ground. It seemed that Alan had just left in a hurry and was very tired from staying up late, so he didn't notice that the thing was missing, so he bent over to pick it up.

"Ah..." The action of bending over stretched the wound on my back again.[

The wound seemed to be unhealable. It was just the most common burn. Shen Ru, who ran out of the snake cave at the same time, had already recovered from the wound, but he still didn't feel better. At this moment, if he were to judge by the quality of his body, , it seems a bit far-fetched.

I have noticed the movement of wounds more than once. The first time I used the new medicine left by Shen Ru, I saw with my own eyes the wounds in the mirror, like worms, slowly gathering towards the center of my strong body through the skin.

He felt scared before, but once or twice, Fang Jun seemed to have gotten used to it. On the surface, he attributed this phenomenon to a sign of wound healing. In reality, he had no idea and did not dare to make a conclusion.

Fang Jun endured the pain and straightened up, put away the candle and walked to the bedroom, took out the potion and headed towards the bathroom.

The clock kept ticking, but the silence in the room made the sound infinitely amplified. Every movement of the second hand was like the beating of the pulse, making people's hearts tighten.

The story Alan just told was told to him by Wangfu's father.

The disgraceful past of his mother is probably all hearsay. As long as he can remember, his mother has become a lunatic, sitting at the entrance of the village day and night, expecting something, and how he got to where he is now is unknown to him. .

I think it has been more than ten years since my mother passed away, and all those dusty memories and never-to-be-said secrets have disappeared with a handful of loess.

However, how much of what Wangfu’s father said about him was true and how false?

When he was a child, he often suffered from the cold eyes of other people in the village. On the surface, he smiled at him, but in fact, Alan could clearly see the fear and jealousy in the eyes of the villagers.

There was a rumor in the village that he was a species of snake. He didn't believe it at the time, but since he left the village and lived in the snake cave for so long, Alan had already begun to doubt his identity.

Looking at the darkness outside the window, Alan couldn't help but ask himself, "If I am really a snake, then is the story Wangfu Dad told me true or false? And the story about the mother and snake that is spread in the village Bizarre legend, could it be my real life..."

True and false, dream and fantasy, Alan thought of Fang Jun again. Was he really the person he was looking for in the dream? And why did he look at my ankle just now?

"I have to see his back first before making a conclusion." Alan nodded thoughtfully and walked out of the door barefoot.

Thumb, thump, stirrup.

"Brother Fang, are you there?" Alan leaned towards the door and called quietly into the crack of the door. However, what he got was a deathly silence. In the dark corridor, the longer the time interval between questions and answers, the more awkward it became.

People were frightened, and Alan was stunned, "Is there no one there, or are you already asleep?"

Turn around.
Chapter completed!