Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

What does it mean to disappear?

Lin Mo asked, this time, Xiaoyu didn't respond.

Usually when this happens, it means that even the light rain does not know the reason.

In other words, her current ability is not enough to detect the situation in that room.

After playing the game of hide-and-seek until now, Lin Mo has succeeded in destroying the head-scratcher's mentality, and further pushed the opponent out of the five, sixth, and seventh floors that originally belonged to the head-scratcher's territory.

In order not to let Lin Mo find it, the crack head ghost ventured into the territory of other nightmares, so he rushed to this point, the crack head ghost is a real 'hardcore player'.

Don't ask, the crackhead is definitely still in room 409.

This is Lin Mo's preliminary judgment.

This time, Lin Mo didn't look for it for the first time, but went straight to the seventh floor.

He's going to get something first.

He played more than a dozen games of hide-and-seek with the crack-headed ghost in this third-floor space. Lin Mo had already figured out the layout here, and he had been to most of the rooms.

The nightmares that originally existed in the three layers of Five Six Seven were all killed by the Split Head Ghost.

Just like the death of the victims, the corpses were torn apart and the blood was blurred. The violence index of the crack head ghost was the highest among all the nightmares I have seen so far.

Lin Mo collected some stumps and broken arms in the corridor and several rooms.

Putting these **** limbs in place, Lin Mo picked up a head with a bone mask and looked at it carefully.

This should be a murderous nightmare formed by someone's fear.

Standard villain look.

Strong, wearing a mask of oozing bones.

Unsurprisingly, when this monster was alive, it should still be holding some kind of murder weapon, taking pleasure in hunting and killing living people.

But now there is only one head left.

It was said to be a mask, but in fact, after careful observation, Lin Mo found that the mask was completely grown on the other's face, like an organ.

"It really is a monster."

Lin Mo stretched out his hand, clasped the edge of the bone mask, and pulled it down.

Surprisingly, it really fell off.

snorted.

Like the feeling of opening a crab shell, there are many blood-colored silk threads on the inside of the white bone mask, and a rancid smell blows.

Lin Mo glanced at the **** head, put it aside, and looked at it with the bone mask.

On this, with murderous and ominous.

Gives extreme discomfort.

But that was exactly what Lin Mo needed.

Survival is the primary problem that ordinary people face in the nightmare world.

Lin Mo himself also experienced a lot of struggle, and with a little luck, he gradually mastered some survival skills.

But for others, it is impossible to obtain the shelter of a certain nightmare in a short time, and every minute and every second in this world will be extremely dangerous.

It is a fact that ordinary people who enter the nightmare world are at the bottom of the pyramid and are the first target of other nightmares.

So how to change this situation?

In Lin Mo's view, it is also simple, that is to change his identity.

Let other nightmares think of you as one of their kind, or at least, make yourself not look like you're being 'tricky'.

As a result, some low-level nightmares may not dare to do it, which is equivalent to increasing the chance of survival.

Of course, it is a special case to encounter someone like the split-headed ghost who slaughtered the same kind without any scruples.

Next, Lin Mo collected two bone masks that were still sticking with flesh and blood. He wanted to find some clothes like blood clothes, but they were all torn and shredded and could not be worn.

Holding the two bone masks, Lin Mo returned to the sixth floor and dodged into the old house where the cat appeared.

Putting a bone mask in a conspicuous place, Lin Mo turned around and walked out.

This is the survival prop he left to the cat.

In the next time, Lin Mo has to find the crack-headed ghost.

The reason is very simple, if you can't find it, then next time, it's time to replace it to find yourself.

Going straight down to the fourth floor, halfway through, Lin Mo put another bone mask on his face. Not to mention, although this thing is a bit disgusting on the face, it will not feel uncomfortable after getting it on the face.

And there seems to be a kind of suction on the white bone mask, which can be firmly attached to the face.

Almost at the same time, Lin Mo suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability.

What followed was the rolling killing intent that emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Lin Mo immediately took off his mask.

The irritability and killing intent disappeared.

Wear it again, and that feeling comes again.

"This thing can affect normal people?" Lin Mo came to a new conclusion.

Not only that.

Lin Mo put on the mask again and felt that his whole body seemed to be filled with a tyrannical force.

It seems that his own strength has also been greatly improved.

Taking off the mask, Lin Mo thought about it.

He felt he had reached a very critical point, but the experiment could be studied in detail later.

After putting away the bone mask, Lin Mo found room 409.

Xiaoyu said that the split-headed ghost disappeared here.

Lin Mo prefers that there is something special about this room that shields Xiao Yu's exploration.

The door was unlocked, and opened with a push.

It was a bit empty inside, the windows were wide open, the black gauze curtains were swaying in the wind, and the dark sky outside and the vague outline of the building opposite could be seen.

Of course, there was nothing in the house.

There are paintings here.

Many of the paintings are mostly hung on the wall, a few are on the wooden shelves in the house, and some are only half-painted and seem to be unfinished.

"Is this a studio?"

Lin Mo also saw it.

How to hide in this place?

He took a step and wanted to go in, but the next moment, Lin Mo felt that someone was pulling him behind his back.

Turning his head, Xiaoyu didn't know when, standing behind him with his head lowered, holding Lin Mo's shirt with one hand.

It seems to be preventing Lin Mo from entering this room.

Lin Mo's face was solemn.

For the first time, he showed himself without summoning Xiaoyu.

It seems that the problem is very serious. There seems to be nothing special about Room 409, but the more it is, the more it shows that there is an unknown danger.

Lin Mo was a little discouraged in his heart.

But after thinking about it, it would be fine if the split-headed ghost never appeared again. If it reappears next time, and it is not found this time, it should be replaced by it.

Previously, the mentality of the crack head was broken by himself, and it was estimated that he was holding a bad anger in his heart, which really gave the other party a chance. With the degree of violence of the crack head, Lin Mo had no chance at all.

So this time, even if there is danger in Room 409, Lin Mo plans to go for it.

"It's okay, I have my own measure." Lin Mo said to Xiaoyu, and then walked into the house.

Nothing special happened, Lin Mo didn't take it lightly, but soon he felt that something was wrong and turned his head to take a look.

The door behind him is gone.

It was as if that door had never appeared, with a wall behind it.

Lin Mo was stunned for a while, closed his eyes, and opened them again, it was still the wall.

Heck.

Lin Mo knew why Xiaoyu didn't let himself in.

This place is really weird, what does it mean to cut off people's retreat first?

Almost at the same time, the mutation occurred.

Lin Mo heard the sound of rushing water.

Looking at it again, blood suddenly seeped out from the ceiling and flowed down the surrounding walls. In an instant, the room was dyed blood red.

A strong **** and rancid stench came over him.

Lin Mo stood still.

Because he has nowhere to hide.

The blood was falling very fast, giving people no time to think. In the blink of an eye, Lin Mo was submerged in blood below his knees, and it seemed that the surrounding blood was still increasing.

"What a nightmare, come out, hurry up." Lin Mo was a little upset when he waited.

The anomaly in the room must be the work of some nightmare.

But to observe, you have to see the other side first.

What does it mean to just bleed?

At this moment, Lin Mo lowered his head abruptly, because he felt a hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Almost at the same time, a huge force pulled Lin Mo down.

He sank directly into the blood pool under his feet. The blood pool that could only reach his knees seemed to be bottomless at the moment.

Lin Mo really did not expect such a situation.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was blood red, and I couldn't see anything else at all.

Lin Mo held his breath. He knew that he must not panic at this time. Under normal circumstances, he could hold it for more than a minute, but the accident happened too suddenly, and Lin Mo was pulled down before taking a deep breath.

It's good to be able to hold on for half a minute now.

Time was running out, Lin Mo immediately arched his body and looked down.

The **** water greatly affected his vision, and Lin Mo could only vaguely see a black shadow below.

The other party was still holding on to his ankle, as if he was planning to drag Lin Mo into the **** abyss.

Lin Mo reached out and touched it.

I touched a cold hand.

In the viscous blood, he touched a cold hand that looked like a corpse. Anyone would feel numb in any other way, but Lin Mo didn't hesitate at all. He put both hands together, wanting to put The opponent's hand is broken.

If you don't break it apart, the end result is drowning in this blood pool.

It's just that the cold corpse has great strength.

Ten seconds later, Lin Mo realized that with his current strength alone, he couldn't break the dead man's hand.

Fortunately, he was in a hurry, and without hesitation, he took out the bone mask from his arms and put it on his face.

A surge of negativity surged in.

What Lin Mo wanted was the power and blessing that this mask brought him.

Break again.

This time, Lin Mo grabbed each other's fingers, breaking them one by one.

When he broke his third finger, the dead man's hand that had been holding him tightly was finally released.

Lin Mo immediately went upstream.

He could hardly hold back.

The next moment, he touched the wall with his hand.

The wall above your head is the ceiling.

If it wasn't for the blood covering his mouth and nose, Lin Mo would have scolded.

This nightmare is simply shameless.

Fortunately, Lin Mo, who was wearing a bone mask, was strengthened in all aspects, so that he would not drown immediately, but in this case, he could hold on for more than ten seconds at most.

Under the influence of the negative emotions on the mask, the killing intent almost occupied Lin Mo's entire brain.

This is a side effect of using the white bone mask.

The physical perception has improved, but with it, the reason is weakened.

Fortunately, Lin Mo still retains a trace of clarity.

He resisted the crazy idea of ​​rushing down to tear the nightmare that dragged him down into pieces, and instead swam in the other direction.

Fumbling along the wall, Lin Mo found a picture frame.

Without hesitation, Lin Mo grabbed it hard towards the center of the frame.