Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Fu Yan thought while holding up the petals through the handkerchief.

Xiaopang was also staring at the white petals in a daze.

He always felt that he had smelled this smell before, so familiar.

Xiaopang thought for a long time, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

"I remembered, I said, why is this smell so familiar!"

"This is Jasmine!"

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, "Jasmine?"

Xiaopang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, this is the scent of jasmine. There is a flower garden in the back mountain, and jasmine is grown in it."

"My family lives at the foot of the North Mountain. When the wind blows on the mountain, the smell of flowers comes over, which is very fragrant."

"You asked me out of the blue just now, but I haven't reacted yet."

Xiaopang moved his nose closer to the petals, "Mmm! It's Jasmine, it's definitely Jasmine!"

Receiving Xiaopang's affirmative answer, Fu Yan put away the petals in his hand.

He patted Xiaopang on the shoulder and joked, "Let's go, Fat Director."

Fatty: "..."

Fatty: "Where are you going, bro?"

Fu Yan: "Go to your house."

Xiaopang heard the words and looked down at the time.

At this time, it was noon.

He also went home at that time, and made dinner for his paralyzed father.

Xiaopang consciously walked ahead and led the way.

Fu Yan followed behind him silently.

Fatty's house is at the foot of the North Mountain, and it is a mountain away from Fu Yan's ancestral hall.

Fortunately, the pace of both of them is not slow.

Hurry up and get there in two hours.

Fu Yan originally wanted to go ahead, but the terrain here is very complicated, he doesn't know the way, and it is easy to get lost.

It will take a lot of time to go back and forth at that time.

Fu Yan and Xiaopang crossed halfway up the hillside, and after a few steps, they saw the flower garden that Xiaopang had mentioned.

As soon as I approached, a scent of flowers rushed towards me.

Here is endless, all kinds of jasmine.

On the emerald green leaves, there are small white flowers.

Pretty, tender and tender, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Fu Yan lowered his head, leaned closer to the flower field and sniffed carefully.

It's the aroma of the petals, that's right.

Just missing a faint fishy smell.

It should be because of the blood of the evil spirit splashed on the petals.

Fu Yan stood sideways in the middle of the flower field.

The scent here made him feel very familiar.

It is very similar to the scent of the patriarch, but slightly different.

He didn't smell the specific difference.

Fatty walked up to Fu Yan, pointed to the lush green forest in the distance, and said happily, "Brother, have you seen it? Behind that forest is my home."

Fu Yan: "..."

Fu Yan didn't see anything except a patch of green.

Although he has excellent eyesight, it does not mean that his eyes will turn.

The two walked through jasmine fields.

Xiao Pang led Fu Yan around, and finally came to a wooden house.

Xiaopang was just like a kid leading a classmate home for the first time, he was very excited.

"Brother Fu, this is my home."

Fu Yan glanced at it.

Although the location is remote, the environment is very quiet.

If Fu Yan's house is an old and dilapidated one in the city center.

Then this little fat man's house is a villa in the forest.

Sure enough, the daughter-in-law and the house are always good for others.

Fatty pushed open the fence in front of the door, and warmly greeted Fu Yan to enter the house, "Come on, brother, come in quickly."

As soon as the fence was pushed away, several half-sized chicks flapped their wings and flew over.

They surrounded Xiaopang's legs, chattering non-stop.

Xiaopang squatted down, grabbed the millet on the side, and sprinkled it around the chicken cubs, "Googoogoo...Little red, little green, little flower... come and eat..."

Chicken Cub with his wings on his back, lowered his head, and gurgled while eating millet.

Fu Yan stood aside with his hands in his pockets, "Do you still have small animals in your house?"

Xiaopang nodded, then suddenly remembered something, raised his head and said, "Sorry, brother, I forgot that you don't like small animals."

Fu Yan: "I don't dislike small animals."

"what?"

Xiaopang scratched his head, did he remember wrongly?

His recent memory is indeed not very good.

Xiaopang got up, and was about to say that he had made a mistake, when Fu Yan said flatly, "I just don't like living things."

Fatty: "..."

Is he a living thing...?

Fatty turned his head to the side, mechanically looking at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan also looked at him expressionlessly.

Chubby's back felt cold.

He always felt that Fu Yan looked at him with sinister eyes.

"Brother...brother...don't you stop looking at me like that...I...I'm afraid..."

Xiaopang was so excited that he even popped out his dialect.

Fu Yan looked at Xiaopang quietly, then suddenly tilted his head and laughed out loud after a while.

He patted Xiaopang on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "But if it is familiar, I like it very much, do you understand what I mean?"

Fatty: "..."

Can he not understand? !

Xiaopang looked sadly at the chicken cubs on the ground.

Little red, little green, and little flower don't slip away...

sorry!

If there must be a few chickens to sacrifice, it can only be you.

Who told you to eat all the time and not gain weight!

Scheming chicken!

Xiaopang is immersed in the n ways of scheming.

Suddenly, the sound of a heavy object hitting the door came from inside the house.

Xiaopang was startled and shivered.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that sounded like a bell suddenly sounded from the room, "Little bastard, do you even know how to come back? Do you want to starve me to death, and then go out to find a new one?" Father! Huh?"

Fatty: "..."

Depend on!

I was so busy thinking about scheming chickens that I forgot about this old ancestor.

Xiao Pang looked at Fu Yan in embarrassment.

Fu Yan: "..."

Fu Yan: "This is your old father who is 'weak and unable to take care of himself'?"

Xiaopang nodded embarrassingly.

Fu Yan picked his ears, "Yes...it's quite weak..."

Fatty couldn't tell the truth in Fu Yan's words, so he could only open the door with an awkward smile and lead Fu Yan into the room.

As soon as the door of the room was pushed open, a stainless steel rice bowl slammed towards Fu Yan covering the sky and the sun.

Fu Yan tilted his head and flashed.

The rice bowl passed Fu Yan and hit Xiaopang's head directly behind him.

With a sound of "dong", Xiaopang felt that the whole sky was dark, and the sky was full of little stars.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in his fifties, sitting in a wheelchair, rushed out from behind the bed in a hurry.

"You son of a bitch, you know how to run outside every day, the waves are endless, right! Forgot that there is an old father who is waiting to be fed at home?"

"I just came back from death now, your father has been holding back this fucking shit all morning, if you don't show up again, I will digest it..."

The middle-aged man cursed and rushed to the door aggressively. When he saw the person standing at the door, the middle-aged man couldn't help being stunned.

"Ah! We have guests!"

The middle-aged man walked past Fu Yan, and cast a reproachful glance at the little fat man, "You son of a bitch, you don't even say in advance when guests come."

After the man finished speaking, he immediately put away the swear words and put on a gentle expression.

He looked at Fu Yan, smiled and said, "Hey, whose child is this, he looks so handsome! Didn't uncle scare you just now?"

Fu Yan: "..."

Confirmed the eyes, it is the person who wants to chat.