Chapter 8

Looking at the black crowd walking out of the school gate in twos and threes, Lin Jimian was like a leopard looking for food waiting for the opportunity.

After the last painting was destroyed, Xiao Ran began to start a new work, trying to complete it before the deadline. So you have to go home much later than ordinary people.

It's also very late today. Looking at the work to be completed, I was indescribably satisfied. The moonlight is cold, and through the dim leaves, it is as thin as snow as the remnants of the smoke.

On the other side of a dilapidated and narrow alley is the colorful nightlife. People indulge their tired body and soul under the indulgence of the night package, and the noise is endless.

Xiao Ran likes this alley, and he still doesn't feel bored after walking so many times. The mottled and falling earth wall is a little gloomy and terrible in the cold moonlight, but he is just keen on this picture.

The peaceful mood was suddenly broken by the messy sound, and there were screams in it. Someone fought! This is a good place. Xiao Ran went around to a slightly hidden place to observe. Just not far ahead, several people surrounded a man. One of them punched the man in the stomach. Before he could wait for him to react, he was grabbed by another man and dragged back. The man gathered his hair and smashed him on the wall a few times and threw him away. Seeing that he was about to collapse to the ground, a man who had not yet done it grabbed his collar and forced the man to raise his face. With the faint moonlight, Xiao Ran saw the embarrassed man clearly.

The familiar outline... is Yang Xiaoheng! Xiao Ran was surprised. Judging from the dress, the other people should be fooling around in society. The person who grabbed Yang Xiaoheng had a raised scar on his face, twisted and coiled on his left face, like a dark red earthworm.

He will also have such an unbearable side, but this is also reasonable. Who knows how much trouble that arrogant guy has caused outside.

There was blood on Yang Xiaoheng's forehead flowing down his hair, and his eyes were half open. The scars on the face made the originally handsome face particularly ferocious. It was a knife wound! At this time, Xiao Ran noticed that someone was holding a bright knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was dripping blood.

"Hey, boy, I'll teach you a lesson today. I just want you to know what your last name is. I've been with you for a long time!" The man who grabbed the skirt patted Yang Xiaoheng's face with the other hand, and then threw him on the ground. He only heard him shouting in pain, but he was also weak.

"If you see us hide away in the future, or you will kneel on the ground and call Grandpa! Let's go!" After leaving this sentence, those people walked to the red and green place.

Xiao Ran walked over and stood in front of Yang Xiaoheng. The person lying on the ground moaned in a low voice, and he couldn't open his eyes in pain. It turned out that he also had many scars on his body, and his snow-white shirt was dyed red.

In fact, Xiao Ran still hates Yang Xiaoheng in his heart, but now this situation makes him a little embarrassed. It's not bad for him to learn a lesson, but it's not good if something happens. According to the current situation, he should not die, so he squatted down to see how he was injured.

A piece of red appeared in front of me, bright red, reflected in the bottom of my heart. A huge force sucked him tightly, and his heart blossomed. The intoxicating color kept eroding, and it could drown people for a moment. Xiao Ran was dizzy for a while, and his heart was extremely soft. With a slight touch, it would break. His original calm mood had been peeled off.

I forgot what I was going to do. My eyes were full of red, charming red, like fire, growing higher and higher. The color was so dazzling and seductive that Xiao Ran only found it today. In the dark night, especially the dark red released by the person who disgusted him, the dark red is extremely enchanting and mysterious, just like the constantly changing monsters ravaging the person in front of him. This inexplicable rising satisfaction made Xiao Ran lose control.

Suddenly, he pulled out the art knife from the bag he carried with him and pierced the blood vessels in Yang Xiaoheng's neck due to pain. In an instant, the bright red gushed out, and the people on the ground suddenly felt extra pain and fainted. Xiao Ran's star-like pupils were full of red desire, and the bright red flowed down his neck to the ground. The flowing color was really beautiful!

The blood flowed more and more, and it became a pool, intertwined Xiao Ran's uncontrollable mind. The gorgeous red color is like the flowers on the other side of the yellow spring. The last trace of strength is getting stronger and stronger, and it hypnotizes people to death like a ghost phantom poppy.

Lin Jimian stood in the shadow for a long time, watching Yang Xiaoheng fall to the ground and moan, knowing that he was still alive. Staring at the person shrouded in bright red, I really can't wait to cut his throat immediately and replenish his almost overdrawn energy. But no, you can't kill him. So he quietly waited for the people on the ground to be swallowed up by death.

But what he didn't expect was that it was Xiao Ran who killed Yang Xiaoheng! And Xiao Ran is completely out of control! This crazy man who is obsessed with color! He was staring at the bright red, his eyes were full of excitement, with an obsessive and sick smile on his face, and he could no longer find his usual indifference and calmness.