A group of strong shadows rushed out, nimbly crossing the several-meter-high wall and blending into the darkness.

"monster!"

This sentence lingers in my mind.

Yu Fusheng seemed to be venting his anger, but also like a wild horse running wildly on the desolate land.

Finally he hid in a pothole under the overpass.

"Am I a monster now?"

"I'm wanted."

"I killed someone?!"

For a moment, a sad low note, whether crying or laughing, escaped from the fingers.

Yu Fusheng huddled in the dirty pit, and the cold wall penetrated his spine, giving him a suffocating feeling of breathlessness.

After a while, he took off his tattered shirt, his back muscles squirmed, and he squeezed out a brass bullet, which dropped to the ground soaked in blood.

It swirled and rolled in front of him.

The blood is dark blue and is not human blood.

Seeing this, Yu Fusheng was stunned for a long time, leaning his head against the wall as if he was frustrated.

"Who can see the scars after being strong?"

"Life is nothing more than a glass of wine. After you're drunk, you still have to walk."

Suddenly, singing came from above.

But he is a singer who is live broadcasting on the roadside.

He wore a clown mask on his face, held a guitar in his hand, and sang with great emotion;

In the pothole below, Yu Fusheng put on an ugly smile;

Dang~

A bullet hit the ground.

Song: Man Flower.
Chapter completed!