Xing Yishan walked carefully on the streets of Blood City. The ground made of bloodshots had a unique texture under his feet, which made him feel a little chilled.

At this moment, he looked at the buildings in the Blood City, and the memories in his mind that were like frosted glass gradually revived.

The blockbuster memories kept pouring into his mind, and a unique sense of familiarity rose in his heart, just like this blood city was his home.

But, is this possible?

This is simply impossible, how could Xuecheng return to his home?

"Xia Yi, I seem to remember something." Xing Yishan looked at absurd figures passing through the bloody streets, as if these figures could not see him, and it was also possible that they had taken the initiative to ignore him.

A strand of hair was gently wrapped around his neck, as if a girl was holding his neck to comfort him.

Xing Yishan took out the old smartphone from his pocket. After he arrived in Blood City, the smartphone could not be turned on, and even the redemption game in it disappeared, and it seemed as if it was back to the past.

He didn't know why, but he knew that he had no way out.

Follow the memories you just got, there is no danger or any obstacle.

Even the bloodshots and blood mists were not at all dangerous to him.

"You said, did Brother Zhang lied to me?" Xing Yishan moved forward in confusion.

Yin Changsheng said he wanted to remember his name, so he tattooed his name all over his body, but looking at the Blood City, he felt like he was in peace.

A very weird calm, just like the various emotions in the blood mist just now were fake. Only Blood City is his real destination, allowing him to return to his warm home.

But he knew that this was fake.

But, is it really fake?

Xing Yishan didn't know that he only knew that he had to move forward. He was carrying not only his life alone, but also countless lives.

Every time he took a step, his heart became more and more calm, as if he was far away from the worldly peace.

"Xia, I think maybe... forget it..." Xing Yishan instinctively wanted to say it, otherwise they would stop and stay here quietly.

But the next moment, he instantly realized that he could not stop, and then he became more and more alert.

Looking at the surrounding buildings, Xing Yishan felt that every step he took seemed to be standing still and there was no progress, and advised him to let go of all this.

But Xing Yishan was not willing to give up, and he kept moving forward with a will in his heart.

The frosted glass in my mind was constantly shattering, and every piece of debris was a memory. These memories were all kinds of strange, but without exception they were all bloody.

Xing Yishan didn’t know how long he had been away, it might be an hour or a minute.

His consciousness broke free from the continuous memory, and his godless eyes looked at an old building not far away, and then gradually regained his spirit.

"Ghosts, do you all need a home?" Xing Yishan seemed to remember something.

He vaguely remembered the options that were released by the Redemption Game when Yin Changsheng met him for the first time.

Invite the other party to come in as a guest and make this place his home.

The entire old building was very conspicuous in the building made of bloodshots. He recognized the place where the old building was at a glance.

Building 2 of Fugui Community is his home.

Since he joined the Special Operations Force, he has not been home for more than half a year. Seeing Lao Lou in the blood, Xing Yishan's memory is quite blurred.

"Have you not been home for so long?"

Xing Yishan knew that he had found what he had thrown away, and he also knew that Yin Changsheng deceived him, and when Yin Changsheng incorporated Xia Yi into his heart, he deceived him.

He slowly stepped into the stairs and climbed upwards. His family lived on the third floor. He would not forget this, nor would he possibly forget it.

What caught my eye was the old security door. The door was very clean, unlike when he was alone, he didn't clean it at all. He was covered with thick layers of stains and cigarette butts.

Dingdong ~

Xing Yishan rang the doorbell and a male voice came from inside: "Here you come."

The person who opened the door looked like him. When he saw Xing Yishan standing at the door, he immediately smiled and said, "Here you come, please come in."

Listening to this gentle and polite voice, it was like I had seen an old friend I hadn't seen for a long time.

Xing Yishan looked at the other party carefully before speaking: "Yes, thank you."

When I walked into the house, although the furniture seemed a little old, it was very warm.

But in Xing Yishan's eyes, this warmth has nothing to do with him, and he seemed to have returned to his home as an outsider.

"Wife, make tea soon, someone is here." The man closed the security door and shouted to the kitchen when he came in.

"Okay husband, what tea do you want to drink? Or black tea with sugar?" The female voice in the kitchen replied.

"Well, just add sugar to black tea." Xing Yishan seemed to want to integrate into it and responded.

But the man replied: "Just follow the customer's request."

When Xing Yishan heard this, there was a hint of ferocity in his eyes, but he was quickly relieved by Xia Yi.

The woman walked out with an enamel cup with a very old sense of age, and behind the woman was a two-year-old child carrying her back, as if she was sleeping.

He handed the enamel cup to Xing Yishan, and the woman then said, "How long has it been since we met?"

"So, he is your son?" Xing Yishan looked at the sleeping child behind him, took the enamel cup and took a sip. The sweet taste in his memory was still there, but why did he feel so bitter?

"Well, it's called Xing Wen, I'm two years old." Xing Qian took out a pack of cigarettes and took out two cigarettes and handed them over.

Xing Yishan shook his hand and signaled him not to smoke: "So, what am I?"

"Guest, a distinguished guest." Xing Qian's wife Feng Yun said with a smile.

"Oh, I understand." Xing Yishan nodded, his face was very dull, without a trace of expression: "What about my things? Since I have all come here, should I return my things to me?"

"Sorry, I can't give you something. If you have other needs, we will try our best to satisfy you." Xing Qian said with a gentle face.

"Why do you do this?"

"Someone has to make sacrifices, right?"

"So you chose me?"

"Feel sorry."

Xing Yishan stood up and stood by the window, looking at the bloody threads in the Blood City, as if the entire Blood City was offering support to this old building, allowing this old building to retain beauty in this endless torture and pain.

"So, have you taken my heart away?" Xing Yishan touched the position of his heart, and his heart was still beating.

He lost his heart, and a ghost became his heart, and someone transplanted the ghost's heart for him.

And his heart is in the sleeping child.

"Sorry, we can't do anything. If we don't do this, my son will not be able to survive." Xing Qian said again.

"Then have you ever thought that if the Blood City swallows the world, no one will survive?" Xing Yishan's tone was very complicated.

Feng Yun held the child and stroked it intimately: "But we have no choice. Blood City needs more resources to support my children. For my children, I can only trouble them to die."

"Now, please ask the distinguished guest to help us for the last time, just treat it as a reward for our care for you over the years, okay?"

In the sky, thick blood mist kept rolling, as if the entire Blood City was suffering great pain.

"Actually, there was no Blood City at the beginning. This is just the evil in the deepest part of the human heart, which gave birth to this Blood City. But you didn't expect that one day the Blood City would not be able to support you, and you didn't expect that I would come back." Behind Xing Yishan, strands of hair continued to grow.

Back then, their son Xing Wen suffered from heart malformation and did not live to be two years old.

By chance, Xing Qian entered the hearts of the people and discovered the vast evil of the people's hearts.

After a year of crazy research, the couple discovered that the evil deep in their hearts had incredible power.

But this power cannot be used by them, and then they discovered a heart, the heart of the human heart.

Looking at the son who was gradually fading and dying, a crazy and bold idea rose in their hearts.

They used this special method to transplant their soon-to-death son to this heart.

That's right, it's transplanting their son to this heart, not to transplanting them to their son.

How can a person bear thousands of evil?

So, Xing Yishan was born, and was born in this body called Xing Wen.

And the Xing Wen in Feng Yun’s hand was the real him.

The two had an incredible exchange.

Xing Yishan lost his heart and became a human being.

Xing Wen had a heart, but he was a ghost.

But both Xing Yishan and Xing Wen, who has become a demon, have survived.

Because there is a problem with the human heart, the existence of Blood City came into being, constantly patching various patches for the whole world. Unfortunately, it is still missing, and evil ghosts were born, an existence born deep in the human heart.

At first, the Blood City could still be maintained by the evil deep in the hearts of the people, but over time, the Blood City, which was originally a papermaker, gradually began to provide energy shortage due to the birth of the evil ghost.

The Blood City is related to Xing Wen's life, but when the Blood City's energy supply is insufficient, Xing Qian and Feng Yun panicked and did not care about Xing Yishan, who was still in childhood, returning to the Blood City.

In order to make the blood city sufficient energy supply, they began to use the blood in the blood city, the blood mist and the evil spirits born began to seduce people's hearts and actively stimulate the evil in people's hearts, and use this as a offering.

But this is ultimately a method to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. The insufficient energy supply in Blood City is itself caused by the existence of evil spirits that leak out the human heart into reality.
To be continued...