The crying sounds of children in the woods came from the human face.

Zhou Fan was frozen in place, who... who was crying?

He wanted to turn around and leave, but the subtle and intermittent crying sounded like it grabbed his heart, which made him not only not leave, but instead stood quietly and listened to the crying sound.

He raised his foot and walked towards the bright red forest like a ghost. He finally realized that he had entered the forest.

He looked around in a daze and looked at the human-faced bark twisted and wrinkled on the trunks around him. His heart was like fallen leaves on the tree, falling down and falling into the abyss.

He ignored the crying and turned around and ran out, but for a long time he found that the road in the woods seemed to have no end, and he could never see the bright red snow outside.

He clearly remembered that he had not been in the woods for long, and he walked in slowly, so why can't he get out now?

He was tired of running and had to stop.

The cry kept echoing in my ears.

Who is crying?

Where is the crying person?

He became more and more afraid of the child's crying. He stopped running away, but just went in the opposite direction of the crying. Just get rid of the crying.

But no matter where he went, the crying sounded like he was following him, neither becoming stronger nor weaker.

He walked in the woods faced by the humans for a long time again. He couldn't help but look back. This time he saw the bright red empty snow that was rarely seen in the woods. On the snow was a boy about six years old.

The little boy had short hair and was wearing a bloody dress. The crying sound came from the blood dress.

The little boy had bright red pupils, and he was staring at Zhou Fan coldly.

This gaze made Zhou Fan feel his bones tremble all over his body.

He wanted to run, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead.

The little boy suddenly grinned, his smile gave people a strange and cold feeling. He bowed gracefully and said, "What a long-lost reunion, welcome back."

A long-lost reunion? Welcome back?

Zhou Fan was a little puzzled, and he remained silent.

"We haven't played games in the villa for a long time." The little boy said again.

Villa? Where is the villa? Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, and then he found that there was a manor surrounded by bright red walls behind the little boy.

The blood-red iron door had slowly opened, and the little boy turned around and walked into the villa and disappeared into Zhou Fan's vision.

Zhou Fan involuntarily entered the blood-red villa.

When he walked in, he saw the little boy in blood. He stood on the snow and asked indifferently: "Do you want to play with building a snowman?"

Zhou Fan didn't know how to respond.

"If you don't want to play, then go inside." The little boy in blood showed a cold look on his face. After that, he did not look at Zhou Fan again, but started building a snowman alone.

Zhou Fan walked forward again, and there was another wall in front of him, with a bright red door on it.

There seems to be only red in this world.

He pushed open the door and walked in.

It was still bright red snow, but the space seemed much wider than before. There were three little boys in blood standing on the snow. Their appearances were exactly the same, but they were different in height.

The three little boys in blood held a bright red snowball in their hands. The tallest little boy asked indifferently: "Do you want to have a snowball fight?"

Zhou Fan remained silent.

"If you don't play, then go inside." said the shortest little boy.

Zhou Fan continued to walk forward, and the three little boys on the snow started to play. They threw snowballs at each other and smashed them on each other. The bright red snowballs scattered into countless fine snow, like blooming blood flowers.

Zhou Fan did not look at it again, but encountered a bright red wall again. He pushed open the door on the wall and walked in, and the door automatically closed.

It was still snow, but there were eleven little boys in blood who looked the same, and the difference between them was still only the nuance of height.

"Do you want to play with the wooden man one, two, and three?" asked the eleven little boys in blood in unison.

Zhou Fan did not answer, and he told him in his heart not to play any game, not to play any game.

"If you don't play, go inside." The eleven little boys in blood said coldly again.

Then they automatically divided one person to the other, and the rest walked outside the boundary marked by the snow. The little boy with his back to the other person was chanting one, two, three wooden people, and the other ten little boys walked quickly. When the little boy with his back to the other person turned his head to look, they remained still.

It looks like a very ordinary little game.

Zhou Fan did not look again, but continued to move forward. He came to a blood-red wall again, pushed open the door and walked in.

Then he walked into a room, which was made of bright red wood, with only a little boy in blood. He looked at Zhou Fan and asked, "Do you want to play rock-scissors?"

Zhou Fan still shook his head.

The little boy in blood said, "Then please leave."

Zhou Fan nodded and walked over to the little boy in blood. He walked to another door of the house.

The little boy in blood lowered his head and played rock-scissors with his left and right hands, and never looked at Zhou Fan again.

Zhou Fan pushed open the door and walked in. He found that he was still in a house.

There was still only a little boy in blood in the house. He was holding a paintbrush in his hand and was standing in front of the canvas stretched open by the wooden frame to paint. However, the paintings he drew were blurry, and Zhou Fan could not see clearly what he was painting.

"Do you want to draw with me?" the little boy asked without looking back.

Zhou Fan still didn't answer.

"It seems you don't like playing anything." The little boy sighed.

With this sigh, Zhou Fan felt that his whole body was burning, and his body began to melt, drops of flesh and fat fell on the ground, causing him to scream in pain.

...

Zhou Fan sat up in shock with sweat. His shrinking pupils saw Gu Yan and Huang Bujue.

He was shocked to find that it was dawning when it was dawn, and it was dawn when he fell asleep.

Gu Yan and Huang Bujue breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zhou Fan wake up.

"Last night, after you fell asleep for half an hour, I woke up Aunt Huang Shi, but I couldn't wake you up. Later, we both kept trying to wake you up, but neither of them was useful." Gu Yan said with a serious expression.

"I can't go to bed after that, so I can only let Master Gu go to bed. I will guard you two, especially keeping a close eye on your situation, but your breath is even, so I can only watch it. You don't wake up until dawn..." Huang Bujue continued.

After hearing the two of them, Zhou Fan realized that he had been sleeping all the time later. He still remembered the clear dream, what the little boy in blood in the dream said, and the games in the villa that were invited to play.

What he cared about the most was what the little boy said to him when he first met.

A long-lost reunion? Welcome back?
Chapter completed!