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12 - Circumstances Are Born From The Heart, There is No Truth in Falsehood

Chapter 12 - Circumstances Are Born From The Heart, There is No Truth in Falsehood

Bai Fanlu's face sank.

Seeing that Bai Fanlu was really upset, Xiao Liu lowered his head and twisted his fingers as if he had done something wrong.

The two stopped talking, Bai Fanlu closed his eyes and sat in meditation to adjust his breath. Zhizhi slept snoring, and Xiao Liu was afraid of disturbing Bai Fanlu, so he spontaneously hugged the monkey and went under another tree.

After a while, the youth also fell asleep and the surroundings became unusually quiet. Gradually, the night deepened, and the moon became slightly covered by a cloud.

At the beginning of spring, the sound of insects was still very clear. After sitting for a long time, Bai Fanlu moved his body, feeling uncomfortable, and felt that something was not right.

It's just being ridiculed for a while, how could he be so restless?

Bai Fanlu was startled and suddenly opened his eyes.

It shouldn't be like this... Could it be that...?

He gathered his strength inwardly to his Dantian. As expected, he detected a wisp of unusual fluctuations that shouldn't exist, and the thin thread was infiltrating slowly near his lower abdomen.

No! Bai Fanlu wanted to turn his head and look at the tree next to him, but suddenly his whole body could not move. The surrounding scenery blurred, a thick fog soon enveloping everything around him.

But within a moment, the thick fog gradually dispersed, and Bai Fanlu found himself in a room and able to move. He stood up and looked back at the place where he was just sitting. The gray plaid sheets still showed traces of depression from where he sat.

Bai Fanlu was in a trance. He raised his feet, not noticing that he was walking in slippers. He staggered forward for two steps.

The room was not big, and he grabbed the back of a chair directly, his eyes falling on the desk in front of him.

Dong, dong, dong, the sound of gentle knocking on the door startled Bai Fanlu into a cold sweat.

Then the voice of a man followed from outside the door, "Xiao Lu, are you back? Why is the door closed?"

Hearing this voice, Bai Fanlu subconsciously retreated, and then he thought of something, quickly walked to the door, and went to flick on the ceiling lamp.

"Xiao Lu? Are you in there?"

The only thing left in the room was the not very bright lamp on the table, faintly reflecting light on the desktop.

Bai Fanlu held his breath and listened to his disordered heartbeat. He clenched the chair tightly, the edges and corners of the chair pressing into his flesh.

No pain. He told himself that this was a dream.

"Xiao Lu, I know you're inside..."

The knocking on the door stopped for a moment, and then the door lock was turned. Bai Fanlu trembled violently. Fortunately, the round metal ball could not rotate after only half of its rotation, because it was locked from the inside.

The man began to bang the door again, and at the same time turned the door lock repeatedly without giving up. The poor lock was turned so much that it started to make a creaking sound, as if the next moment would break and fall apart.

"Xiao Lu! Hurry up and open the door!"

Bai Fanlu stared at the shaking door handle, the metallic color glowing coldly in the dark. As he watched, he involuntarily kept stepping back until he had retreated to the window.