Chapter 2395

...How did things evolve step by step into their final appearance?

He had trouble even recalling the details.

Although Fuxiluo was precocious, he was only a child who had just turned twelve years old; and he was a child who had never faced any violent impact before this night.

He stood alone at the corner of the dark staircase; almost at the same time he remembered that the door was unlocked, the living room downstairs was suddenly broken by a loud noise-now thinking about it, it was obviously an ordinary person's foot, but it seemed to be wrapped The most tyrannical force, the aroused sound waves and air flow filled the whole room, shocking his memory shaking and blurring.

Mother's screams, aunt's cries, the sharp sound of chairs dragging the floor, the door slamming against the wall...Fu Xiluo froze on the stairs, like a person who doesn't know water, raised his head and found A huge wave rose in front of him, obscuring his vision.

A gigantic wave of turbulent currents of countless sounds.

"What are you doing!" Mother seemed to be trying to control the situation: "Calm down, and talk if you have something to say—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by her aunt's scream; the muffled sound of body collisions, the shock of furniture being overturned to the ground, her aunt's cry of pain, and her mother's repeated hissing and screaming... mixed together for a while. It turned into a ball of boiling water, and it couldn't hide a rough voice: "Let you run! Run again!"

Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, Fu Xiluo vaguely knew what was happening downstairs.

He felt he needed to go downstairs; he, a kid who had just turned twelve today, needed to somehow figure out a way to stop this from happening—because there was no one else here but him.

But his hands were cold, his legs were weak, and he walked down a few steps of the stairs, almost being stunned by a sudden loud bang - a wooden chair flew out from behind the stairs and landed heavily on the ground. On the ground, the legs of the chair were crooked, splashing crimson wood chips.

Amidst my uncle's extremely nasty swear words, my mother called out: "Sister Chunyi, come quickly!"

Fu Xiluo stabilized his heartbeat, quickly walked down a few steps, squatted down, and quickly looked downstairs at the living room.

He happened to see his mother—the mother who had been sitting in the office and lacked exercise. Her movements were neither quick nor strong. Her figure was like a loose and embarrassing cloth bag. She staggered towards the aunt in front of her and dragged her away.

The tall and strong uncle, like a black shadow that cannot be illuminated by the light, is standing a few steps away from the aunt, with a wooden chair with a broken leg between them.

"We are all relatives,"

After catching her aunt, the mother seemed to feel more relieved, and hurriedly said: "Family, what is there to talk about? Don't hit her, if you have something to say..."

Auntie seemed to be like Fuxiluo, her feet were wobbly and she couldn't stand still, she covered her head with one hand, as if all she could do was cry hoarsely.

Uncle just said: "Go away!"

"No!" Mother said angrily, "You can't hit people for anything, I can't—"

Before she could finish her sentence, my uncle suddenly bent down and picked up the broken chair. He lifted the wooden chair into the air with one hand, rushed up unexpectedly, and swung it down towards the two of them—Fu Xiluo trembled violently, and closed his eyes involuntarily.

In that brief moment of darkness, did he 2. convey the world in my mind? I might have to sleep and watch it again, but I tried my best anyway.

3. Whether you believe in the origin of the doomsday world or not, Fu Xiluo believes it anyway.

4. The death of the aunt's mother in the mansion can be seen every 100 miles, because it was hinted at when it was written, but I don't know if anyone guessed how it is connected with the main line?

5. In fact, one-third of the hole cards are still unfinished, and we will play them in the next chapter.