Horror Studio

Throughout the night, Qiancangyi was half-dreaming and half-awake.

Every time I turn over, it seems to be a strange dream. In the dream, strange plots frequently appear, and the fear of a certain thing makes Qian Cang Yi feel creepy.

Countless escapes cannot change the outcome of death.

Even the purpose of escape is to get death.

In the cave wall, the people who turn over from time to time are not the only one in the money warehouse, and the same is true for the other three returning from hell.

Suddenly, Qiancang opened his eyes.

He took two deep breaths. Just now, he dreamed that he was standing on a high platform. The high platform was completely floating in the air, with an invisible black abyss below.

At the beginning, the high platform can still settle down, allowing people to take two steps.

However, for some reason, the high platform gradually shrank. The high platform that could stand several people became only able to stand one person in the blink of an eye. What's more terrifying is that the shrinking did not stop.

In desperation, Qiancang tried to stand on his toes, but this didn't change the result at all.

He began to fall, and began to rush towards the abyss enveloped in darkness.

There seemed to be something terrible waiting for him.

The feeling of weightlessness stopped abruptly. As soon as Qiancang found that he had fallen on the ground, more precisely, it was on the black and purple steps. On both sides of the steps, there were plants of the same color that looked like moss.

The stench of chest tightness kept Qian Cang Yi irritating, and even made him almost vomit.

Below, a pattering sound came, Qian Cang resisted the discomfort in his chest and climbed up. He turned his head and looked under the stairs, only to see a shadow approaching him in the impenetrable darkness.

The sound was getting closer, Qiancang consciously hid to the right of the stairs.

He doesn't know why he wants to hide here, he intuitively thinks that he can hide here.

After jumping off the stairs, he didn't keep falling, but stepped on the darkness. Then, he leaned back against the stairs and hid in this shadow.

Click! Click!

The rhythmic footsteps gradually approached. As soon as Qian Cang felt that his heartbeat was accelerating, as if he was about to jump out of his throat, he resisted the curiosity and anxiety in his heart and kept himself close to the stairs.

Will it be discovered?

The thoughts in my mind flashed by, but these words kept echoing, and the worries became more and more serious.

Suddenly, the strange clicking sound disappeared, and the whole space was silent.

Qiancangyi could even hear his heartbeat clearly.

Will ‘it’ be heard too?

Another idea flashed through Qiancang's mind.

A rancid smell mixed with instant noodles rushed into Qian Cang Yi's nose. Qian Cang Yi, who was already unable to support, finally couldn't control his body, and retched.

The feeling of being stared at his back made Qiancang chill all over.

He didn't turn his head back, don't know why, he firmly believed that he could not turn his head back.

As long as you don’t look back, you still have a chance. Once you look back, everything will fall to the ground.

There is endless darkness ahead, but he has no place to run, but can only run into the darkness.

The rattling sound sounded again, only following him this time.

Qiancang rushed forward frantically, but the feeling of danger was getting closer and closer. A wet palm suddenly rested on his shoulder, and the touch from his shoulder was very strange. It seemed that at the moment of being touched, his shoulder was on his shoulder. Just adapted to the touch from the palm of the hand.

No... I was assimilated.

It's like you can't feel your arm, because the arm is one with the body.

Qian Cangyi's reason reminded him, reminded him to speed up and escape.

The darkness in front suddenly faded, and the stairs I saw before appeared again. The same scene, the only difference is that Qiancangyi can no longer hear the "click" behind him, and can only feel the danger of being accompanied by a shadow.

He continued to run up.

Every step squeezed his energy.

He didn't know how long he ran, one hour, one day or one year.

The stairs are always the same as if there is no camera forever.

There are a thousand floors, right? Or two thousand floors, or six thousand floors?

Doubts about the stairs kept circling in my mind.

Ahead, at the end of the stairs finally appeared, a thick stone door with mysterious patterns carved along the edge of the door.

On the stone gate, flowers, grasses, insects and fish twisted together in all kinds of weird gestures, as if different species were squeezing together towards the last second of the doomsday for the last bit of hope.

As soon as Qiancang came to the door, he didn't have time to observe, and the creatures behind him that were so terrifying that he didn't dare to look directly at him did not leave him any time.

He stretched out his hands, intending to push the door open.

But at the moment when his hands touched the door, Qiancangyi realized that his hands had become the rest.

The fingers of the **** and ring finger were originally combined like Tetris, as if it had always been like this. The muscles on the index finger continued to spread in the direction of the little finger in the form of fibers, and the thumb became a combination of three regular tetrahedrons. Strange shape together.

The stench that couldn't be shaken off came from his hands.

It quickly continued to the arms, then the neck, and finally, nothing could be smelled.

The body also lost control.

As soon as Qiancang felt that he was falling backwards, he kept rolling on the stairs like this, as if he would never reach the end.

The dream comes to an end here.

"Is it, what did you dream of?" Qian Jiangyue's voice sounded in the cave, his voice was very small, and the small one could hardly hear what he was talking about.

It's more like... whispering.

Muttering late at night.

"So are you?" The shadow play's voice trembled a little, and she still felt scared now.

"It shouldn't be our own cause." Qiancang tried to dilute the deep fear in the air, but the effect was counterproductive.

Everyone's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, including the Hawkeye who just woke up.

"It's... our reason." Qian Jiangyue slowly stood up, "Forbidden Land, no accident, we stepped into the Forbidden Land with one foot. Below Xueyan Lake is the entrance to the Forbidden Land."

"It seems so, the forbidden place is under your feet..." Hawkeye pressed his temple with his right hand, and he found that the muscles at his temple were beating constantly, "Our dreams are reminders, or the fear of life's instincts. ."

The penetrating flute sounded in Qiancangyi's mind.

Just like a person alone in the middle of the night in the woods, coupled with the dream that I just had, Qiancangyi felt a sense of despair.

Heartfelt time.

Why this time?

An idea flashed in Qiancang's mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Just as he was about to speak, a voice came to his mind.

Not the sound of the **** movie, but... his own voice.

(Damn! How come I have encountered such a thing, I knew I would not take this order, but...Forget it, now it’s too late to regret it, let’s get out first, it doesn’t matter if I don’t find it anyway, my life is the most important thing. .)

(Just go out along the way when you came, don’t worry, don’t worry, don’t be nervous, everything is fine.)

(no problem……)

The sound of the flute disappeared.

Heartbeat time. This time, the heartbeat time is different from the past. It is not the voice of the actor, but the voice of the role played.

Qian Cangyi is keenly aware of the connection between heartfelt time and the balance of personality.

Even if it is only a few words, it can still detect part of the character's character.