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106 Ten years ago

The feeling I felt just now was as if it was a real fire. I didn't want to experience the pain anymore.

This reminded me of the last time Chen Yun died.

When I thought of the pain of her being skinned, I touched my arm.

At this moment, my entire body was drenched. Xia Rong asked me, I reacted and explained. "Maybe I didn't have breakfast this morning. I' m a little hypoglycemic."

As for why I fainted, I couldn't explain this to Xia Rong.

Even if I explained it, Xia Rong might not believe it.

Chen Yun death, I experienced her pain.

What I had experienced was the process of her death. I was tied to a chair and burned alive by the fire.

Does this mean that Yingying died like this when she was alive?

Thinking about it, Chen Yun death had nothing to do with me.

But Yingying's death had something to do with me.

At that time, Ying Ying's words sounded in her ears. She told me to leave quickly, not to worry about her.

What happened when Yingying died?

I was puzzled and glanced at Xia Rong.

With Xia Rong support, I went downstairs and saw the Xia Rong beside me.

It was hard to imagine that Xia Rong would become repulsive from her appearance until now.

She seemed to be pretty good to me as well.

However, when Yingying's mother attacked me, Xia Rong deliberately grabbed me.

Once the seed of doubt was planted in his heart, he would never be able to pull it out.

After going downstairs, Xia Rong looked at me and said. "Xiaoxiao, go back first. I won't send you off."

"Alright, I got it. Then you should drive carefully."

I just said a word before turning around and leaving.

However, when I passed by the intersection of No.9 in the east of the city, I realized that there was no number 9.

I thought I was in the wrong place, so I looked back and forth. No.9 indeed.

No.9 was very conspicuous in the burning ruins.

I've been here several times. I ca n' t remember the wrong place. Even if Number Nine had moved, Little Han should have informed me.

In other words, even if she moved away, Little Han didn't inform me.

This place had been renovated, so it couldn't be a ruin.

I frowned and took a look. Perhaps Little Han and the others had indeed moved away, but they didn't inform me.

After some thought, I turned around and left.

After they returned, they would know by calling him again.

There shouldn't be any dismissal. Xiao Han had told me that the people of the Yin-Yang Contract relied on this to eat.

After all, ghosts who died in vain often came knocking on their doors. If they didn't resolve it, they would continue to haunt you. Under normal working conditions, you wouldn't be able to ask for time off, so you would only be able to keep Living alive.

I walked out of the east and passed the intersection.

Logically speaking, I should have seen Aunt Xu here.

However, I saw another woman in her sixties and seventies.

What was going on?

I felt a little strange. Then, I walked to the side of the road, but the station that I should have had disappeared.

It was in another direction.

Many people were waiting for the car. I looked around carefully.

The original high-rise buildings no longer existed. They were all bungalows.

The station platform that was waiting for the bus was also a wooden chair. There was a sign on the outside of the small shop. It was written in pink chalk, and the old ice stick was worth a dime.

When he saw this, he saw the cars coming and going. It wasn't a large truck, nor was it a common four-wheeled sedan, nor was it a taxi.

This was originally a small county.

The tractor passed by with a boom. The shuttle bus was dilapidated and there were only a few cars coming and going.

There were not many pedestrians on the road. It was still hot in July.

I felt sweat all over my body and felt a little hot from the sun, so I rushed to the shady place opposite.

I seemed to have been here before.

On the way home, the seven or eight-story buildings that he had seen on normal days were gone. They were surrounded by old red-brick bungalows, with only three floors at most.

Where am I?

He felt familiar and unfamiliar.

The road was still the way home, but everything had changed.

When I saw a sign on the road, I was stunned.

Ten years ago?

I was ten years ago now?

No wonder those stations were so familiar!

No!

I immediately ran home. If it was ten years ago, then my mother.

No, it should be my foster mother. She was still alive.

She died when I was fourteen.

I quickly ran home, found a familiar place, and went upstairs. 1

When I saw my grandpa downstairs, I was sure this was where my family was.

The grandpa passed away a few years later.

When I went upstairs and took out the key to open the door, I realized that the key in my hand was useless.

If it wasn't useful, it would be better to say that this door could be penetrated by my key. It could n' t be opened at all.

I immediately rushed in. The house didn't look like I was living with my foster mother.

Ever since my foster mother and I lived here, the decorations inside had never changed.

Strange, since it was ten years ago, logically speaking, I should have moved here.

Wait!

What day was today?

I quickly went downstairs to check on the calendar hanging at the grandpa's house. His house was a small shop.

When he saw the calendar, it was the 30th of May.

I thought about it carefully. Ten years ago, on the 30th of May, my foster mother and I... He hadn't moved over yet.

Where did my foster mother and I live before?

All I remember was that my foster mother bought a house here and spent a lot of money.

The place where I lived was a second-hand room.

However, I didn't remember where I lived. No matter how much memory I had, I could n' t remember this.

Where did he live?

The more anxious I was, the more confused my mind became.

The surroundings started to blur. The confusion in my mind made me feel at a loss.

It turned into a pot of porridge.

"Hey, are you sick?" "The road is so wide, do you want to die?"

"He's so young. What's there to be surprised about?"

When I heard this, my entire body trembled and I came back to my senses. It was no longer ten years ago.

There were many cars coming and going in front of them.

At this moment, I was standing in the middle of the road.

The person who spoke to me was a driver who drove a private car and looked at me with a displeased expression. "What are you still standing there for? Get out of my way!"

When I heard this, I nodded in embarrassment. "Thank you."

I don't know why I walked to the middle of the road. If it were n' t for him, I would have been hit by a car.

After that, I walked across the road.

He heaved a sigh of relief.

Ten years ago, before the 30th of June, where did I live?

He suddenly thought of this and realized that he couldn't remember these things at all.

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