Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

The greatest joy in playing the game is to quickly pass the level in a way that other people can't.

To do this, talent and hard work are required.

Lin Mo happens to be a mid-level expert.

For the nightmare world, he is different from others, he is both serious and relaxed.

In addition, he has no emotion of fear at all, so he can often avoid many traps and observe details that others often overlook.

For example, before he entered room 409, he had memorized all the layout of the room.

Including the paintings placed or hung inside, as well as the content on the paintings.

The paintings in Room 409 are very strange.

The first painting on the left wall describes the appearance of a water ghost in a sea of ​​blood.

Thinking about it now, the description in the painting is very similar to what Lin Mo encountered.

Lin Mo naturally associated them together.

Moreover, it is extremely unlikely that the water ghost will be found in this chaotic blood water, so it is better to come and find this painting, maybe there will be a turning point.

Right now, Lin Mo can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

He scratched hard and broke the painting he found.

In an instant, Lin Mo felt a suction pull himself into the frame of the painting.

With a bang, Lin Mo fell to the ground.

Look again, the room is that room, but the endless sea of ​​blood has disappeared.

Lin Mo was panting heavily, and while there was still a trace of clarity in his head, he stretched out his hand and pulled the white bone mask off.

The bloodshot on the inside of the mask is stretched, which means that it is a bit disconnected.

In an instant, the terrifying negative emotions disappeared without a trace.

"I was almost controlled by this bone mask." Lin Mo muttered to himself.

This thing is really useful. Just now, the water ghost in the blood sea grabbed the ankle. With Lin Mo's own strength, he couldn't break free. In the end, he broke the water ghost's finger by relying on the physical improvement brought by the white bone mask. out.

But in the same way, after wearing the bone mask, it will be wrapped in various negative emotions, eroding the soul.

If you can't take it off in a short time, I'm afraid it will completely turn into a lunatic who only knows how to kill.

"So, as long as the use time is controlled, this bone mask will become a very useful and valuable prop."

For the same thing, some people see risks; others see opportunities.

Regarding the bone mask, Lin Mo felt that there were still many things to explore, but before that, he had to hurry up to find the head-splintered ghost.

Look at the painting of a **** sea ghost on the wall.

It looks a little different from what I saw at the beginning.

The biggest change comes from the water ghost in the sea of ​​blood.

Before this water ghost had a hint of mystery, with weirdness and terror.

But at this moment, the other party looked a little angry, and there was a trace of resentment in his pupils. If you look closely, you can also see that on his right hand, a few fingers are twisted abnormally.

"So, I just entered this painting, and there are more than this painting here." Lin Mo looked at the room, and there were more than a dozen paintings hanging on the wall alone.

There are separate shelves, and there are two.

If every painting represents a horrific nightmare, there are more of them in this house.

What if they swarmed?

This possibility exists.

Lin Mo felt that he had to do something.

Taking a look at the **** sea ghost painting, Lin Mo stretched out his hand and pulled the painting off the wall.

Then he took out the lighter and lit it, and ignited the painting directly.

The whole action was smooth and smooth, without the slightest procrastination. Even if someone was standing next to him, it was too late to stop him, and he might not even react.

The fire burst into flames.

The painting began to shake, blood oozing from the edge of the frame, and a roar of pain could be heard faintly in the painting.

It stands to reason that blood is a liquid, incompatible with fire.

But obviously, the flame from Lin Mo's lighter is not an ordinary fire.

In the flames, there seems to be a vicious curse.

Even though blood kept pouring out of the frame, the result was that instead of extinguishing the flame, it became the fuel for the cursed flame, which burned even more.

Lin Mo threw the painting on the ground. The next moment, the flames had swallowed the entire painting. In the flames, blood became fuel, and the painting paper began to change color and burn.

It vibrates even more.

As if something was trying to crawl out of it.

But in the end, the drawing paper was burned to ashes, and whatever was in it was either burned to death or trapped in it forever.

Lin Mo is taking revenge.

And not overnight.

Before the fire was over, the smoke in the house dissipated a lot, but the original strange and terrifying atmosphere in the house had also changed at this time.

Lin Mo could feel it.

He even heard some whispers, but couldn't make out what was being said.

As if arguing.

Lin Mo has actually been on guard.

A painting just now almost made him capsize. There are so many terrifying and bizarre paintings here. Some painted a ghostly realm like hell; some were a portrait of a deformed monster; and some were full of poisonous spiders, a bit like some kind of Cthulhu-style evil god.

Lin Mo even saw a separate wooden door.

The subject of this painting is a wooden door.

However, the wooden door not only looked old, but there was blood oozing from the crack of the door.

It's hard to imagine what's behind the door.

If each painting represents a nightmare, then the danger level of this room is definitely the highest.

Just when Lin Mo was thinking about whether to do it first and burn all the paintings in the room, the faint whispering voices in the room suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, Lin Mo heard a click.

Turning his head and looking, the door that had disappeared on the wall actually reappeared.

And the door is open.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment.

"Do you mean to let me go?"

He has come to taste it.

The door of this house was indeed lost by these ghost paintings, and the purpose was to trap him in the house and let them fish.

But the development of things did not follow the ideas of these ghost paintings, so they decided to open the door hidden by them and let Lin Mo go back to where he came from.

Lin Mo didn't move.

He doesn't go.

He hasn't found the head-splinter yet.

However, the ghost painting showed his weakness and gave Lin Mo a hint that the lighter he got was very useful.

It is no exaggeration to say that the lighter is the magic weapon and reliance for him to settle down in this ghost painting house.

At this time, a breeze blew from the window, and Lin Mo noticed that there was light surging in the ashes on the ground.

This discovery made Lin Mo's heart move.

He immediately crouched down to check.

The ash after the ghost painting was burnt was a little weird. The sparks on it did not disappear, but were transmitted between the ash particles, which seemed to be able to reignite at any time.

Next to him was the brick that Lin Mo had brought over. He picked up the brick and went past the ashes of the sparks on the ground.

What Lin Mo didn't expect happened.

The original ashes, like ants, automatically climbed up the bricks.