2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"You tell me what you want to do."

"How is it?" Zhang Yu said with a smile, "Take a guess."

Yan Guocheng's face was livid, his fists were clenched tightly, and he did not answer.

Zhang Yu didn't urge him, but gave a weird smile at the corner of his mouth and continued to talk to himself: "I thought I would stay in that small county town for the rest of my life and live a busy life. But God has eyes. , I have been given power far beyond that of mortals.”

He raised his right hand and looked at his palm with an almost obsessed look: "Do you know how Zheng Mingyu's family died?"

Neither Yan Guocheng nor Li Hui spoke. They could see that the mind of the young man in front of them had been distorted to some extent, and they were afraid that they would say something wrong and irritate him.

Zhang Yu didn't really wait for their response. He turned his head slightly and pointed at the black debris of different sizes on the floor. They were the remains of the TV that had just exploded for no reason.

"They were like this TV, and like, 'Bang!' and the whole house was repainted with a splatter of flesh and blood."

"That scene was really..." He narrowed his eyes, took a long breath, and then slowly exhaled:

"It feels so good."

The couple was deeply shocked by the scene he described. The expressions on their faces became numb with fear, and they could only feel that each other's bodies were shaking slightly.

At this moment, the sound of the handle being twisted suddenly came from behind Zhang Yu, and then the door was slowly pushed open.

"Who?" He turned around suddenly. After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, the originally twisted and perverted expression on his face became a little complicated:

"Yan Muyun."

The young man was leaning against the edge of the door frame, his face red, his slightly curly hair wet with sweat and sticking to his forehead indiscriminately.

"You are...Zhang...Zhang Yu." Yan Muyun's voice was a little difficult, as if he was playing a broken tape.

The explosion that just came from the living room woke him up again. While listening to Zhang Yu's venting self-narration outside the door, he almost exhausted all his strength and reluctantly opened the door.

Yan Muyun's head was dizzy due to the high fever. Although he barely understood what was happening, he had no idea what to do at this time.

It was purely out of concern for his parents that he wanted to come out and take a look no matter what.

"Mu Yun!" Li Hui stood up suddenly and wanted to walk over here.

However, Zhang Yu waved his hand suddenly and said in a cold voice: "Would you like to take another step forward?"

Yan Guocheng quickly grabbed his wife and pulled her back to sit on the sofa.

Although they are all worried about their eldest son's condition, the current situation is special after all. It can be said that Zhang Yu is no less dangerous than a gunman, or even more terrifying.

"Fa...what happened?" Yan Muyun asked weakly.

"I didn't expect you to still remember me." Zhang Yu chuckled and answered the question.

Yan Muyun did not continue to speak, but made a gentle motion of batting the ball with the palm hanging in front of him.

The two of them had a good relationship at first and always went to play basketball together.

Because Yan Muyun was the principal's son, Zhang Yu gave him the nickname "Prince", so that almost everyone in the class got used to calling him that.

However, after all, they had only known each other for less than half a year, and it was impossible to say how deep their relationship was.

Yan Muyun reluctantly looked around the living room, feeling that the whole world was deforming. The brown sofa became darker and darker in the field of vision, the pink flowers on the table gradually turned as red as blood, and the white walls felt like they were emitting a dazzling light.

His body tilted and fell to the side, but someone reached out to help him in time.

"Are you also 'infected'?" Zhang Yu frowned, looked at him, and whispered to himself.

But he didn't dwell on it too much and pushed Yan Muyun to sit on the sofa.

Looking at his groggy former friend, Zhang Yu's eyes flickered slightly, but soon became firm again.

The same goes for you. You kept saying you believed in me, but you still failed to dissuade your father and let me be expelled the next day.

After leaving school, Zhang Yu directly blocked the contact information of all high school classmates.

What he didn't know was that because of this incident, there was a rift in the relationship between the Yan family and his son.

Yan Muyun begged Yan Guocheng to change his mind in every possible way, and even punched the door panel with his fist in a fit of passion, causing a slight fracture in his little finger.

That is to say, as time passed and Yan Muyun's way of thinking about problems gradually became mature, the impact of this incident on their father and son gradually faded or even disappeared.

Zhang Yu didn't know these things before, and it's naturally impossible for him to know them now, or even if he knew them, he would probably be indifferent.

He turned to look at Yan Guocheng, and his voice became cold again: "If you don't want to harm your wife and children, come with me."

Yan Guocheng clenched his fists slightly and asked in a low voice, "You promise not to hurt them?"

"I promise I won't hurt them. This matter has nothing to do with them after all." Zhang Yu nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay, I'll go out with you." Yan Guocheng wanted to stand up, but his arm was pulled hard by his wife beside him.

Li Hui may have guessed his upcoming fate, her eyes flashed with tears and she kept shaking her head.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the living room: "Dad!"

Yan Guocheng looked up and saw that his eldest son, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly jumped up and wrapped his arms tightly around Zhang Yu from behind.

Yan Muyun's condition was very bad. This movement was not large, but it also caused his consciousness to fall into chaos for a moment. But even so, he still exerted all his strength, hoping to control the opponent temporarily.

"Let go, Mu Yun."

The source of the sound seemed very far away and uncertain, making it difficult for Yan Muyun to identify it.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, only to see his father standing there with a complicated expression, instead of swooping up to subdue Zheng Yu as he imagined.

"Let go, Mu Yun." Yan Guocheng spoke again, this time his voice was much louder.

After witnessing Zhang Yu's "power far beyond ordinary people" with his own eyes, the rational old principal knew very well that it was absolutely impossible for his family to pose any threat to him.

Rather than irritating the other party and facing even more terrifying consequences, he would rather just sacrifice himself.

"Your judgment is correct." Zhang Yu smiled slightly, and then easily broke free of his arms, which had little strength left.

"As soon as he and I leave, call the police." Yan Guocheng whispered to his wife, then broke away from the other party's hand and walked forward with a heavy expression.

Li Hui still wanted to pull his sleeves, but she missed the opportunity. She waved her hands feebly in the air and slowly fell down.

If it hadn't been for the fact that her eldest son, who was seriously ill, was still there, she would never have let her husband go out with that terrifying demon like this.

"Let's go." Zhang Yu glanced at Li Hui, whose eyes were red, without any emotion on his face.

He turned and walked out the door, while Yan Guocheng followed him silently.

At this moment, Yan Muyun stood up again quietly, reached out to grab the vase from the coffee table, and took a few staggering steps forward.

He held his father's shoulder with one hand, and suddenly swung out his other hand, slamming the vase into the back of Zhang Yu's head.