I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Zhou Changqing looked at the contents of the cup, his nose twitching slightly because he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Isn’t it bad for the elderly to drink such tea?

The first thought that came to his mind was this.

"Water, give, me, water..."

The withered old man hurriedly stretched out his sharp-nailed hands to grab the cup.

Zhou Changqing could only put the cup on the table and watch the old man pick up the cup and drink the blood inside. A few drops of blood fell from the corner of his mouth with the beating of his throat, like a zombie who had just finished sucking blood. .

Seeing this, Zhou Changqing thought that he was about to go downstairs to eat, so he took a step back and prepared to leave.

"Then if you're okay, old man, I'll leave first."

He said, but suddenly, the old man grabbed Zhou Changqing's wrist.

The sharp nails stung Zhou Changqing's skin, making him frown.

"I, want, more, water, more, more..."

There was a whimpering sound in the old man's throat. He opened his mouth and could see several sharp canine-like teeth emerging from his seemingly toothless mouth.

"I want......"

He rushed towards Zhou Changqing.

Zhou Changqing didn't have time to dodge, and subconsciously punched him.

Phew——

The old man's face hit Zhou Changqing's fist, and it immediately exploded like a soft persimmon hit by a hammer.

Crimson flesh and blood splashed onto the wall, and the old man's body suddenly lost strength and sank down.

"Did I kill someone?"

Zhou Changqing suddenly panicked. He stood up hurriedly and wanted to use his mobile phone to call an ambulance, but when he took out his mobile phone, the old man disappeared.

The scene around him also changed, from the dilapidated cabin to the elevator room.

Ding--

The elevator made a sound, and Zhou Changqing found that he had arrived on the first floor.

He checked the elevator floor, and there was indeed no fourth floor.

Zhou Changqing hurriedly walked out of the elevator and left the building. He turned back and counted up. It was pitch dark on the fourth floor and no one seemed to be home.

"Is it an illusion?"

Zhou Changqing didn't know why, so he turned around and walked quickly towards the exit of the community.

Just after he turned around, a red light suddenly lit up in the darkness on the fourth floor. In the light, the old man stood intact by the window, staring at Zhou Changqing.

He was confused.

Why is this person completely unafraid of himself?

Every move of this person is normal, but when facing himself, this is the biggest abnormality.

What on earth did he go through?

The old man wiped the corners of his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the old man appeared in Zhou Changqing's bathroom mirror.

He stretched out his hand and quickly emerged from the mirror, taking on a physical form.

His eyes swept around the room, catching something that interested him.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on a helmet.

He suddenly felt that the helmet seemed to have some kind of attraction, making him unable to look away.

After thinking for a moment, he approached the helmet and got into it.

The next moment, "Zhou Changqing" appeared on the bed.

He looked around. The environment here was completely different from the one just now, full of dilapidation and backwardness.

It was deserted, and there was no one else in sight.

"Zhou Changqing" got out of bed and walked towards the door.

He smelled the smell of earth, and when he came to the door, he found that it seemed to be a small town.

"I didn't enter that helmet just now, how could I be here?"

"Zhou Changqing" was extremely confused and didn't know what happened.

But his instinct told him that there were many things "similar" to him around.

He decided to explore.

"Zhou Changqing" saw some passers-by. He found that the buildings in front were lit with lights. It seemed that more people were there. He walked towards there. Behind him, the deep forest gave him a dangerous atmosphere. He should not rush rashly. near.

He observed the people around him and found that some people were indeed human beings, but some people were human shapes imitated by some kind of mud.

These two completely different beings were talking and communicating together like this, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"I called you so many times just now, why didn't you respond?"

"Zhou Changqing" turned his head and saw a thin young man. His face had a foreign style, not like an oriental nation.

"I did not notice."

"Zhou Changqing" prevaricated. He wanted to find a reason to leave, but suddenly noticed that this person had a very strong fragrance.

This blood, the scent of soul, is his best delicacy.

We must find a way to get this person!

"Zhou Changqing" thought of this and decided to follow the other party.

"I also said that you came back so soon. It's just right. I just had some ideas. Let's go to the laboratory and have a look."

The young man said excitedly, and without saying a word, he pulled "Zhou Changqing" towards the town.

"Zhou Changqing" was waiting for the opportunity. He followed the other party and saw the two of them entering a room. He was very happy. This is what he is best at.

And compared to the crowded streets, there were only two of them here.

While the young man was rummaging around, "Zhou Changqing's" nails became longer and sharper, like knives, and fangs sprouted from the corners of his mouth, and he licked his lips.

"Come on, this is it."

The other party turned back and gave "Zhou Changqing" a drawing.

"Zhou Changqing" was originally going to be perfunctory, but when he saw the drawing, he was stunned.

A certain trembling feeling stirred in his body, and the core of his soul felt like it was being roasted on a fire. The heartbreaking pain made him immediately frown and try to endure it, but the words and pictures on the drawing were like Some kind of curse enveloped his whole body.

The corners of "Zhou Changqing's" mouth began to twitch, and he felt unsteady and dizzy.

Those words were like daggers, pricking holes in his soul one after another.

"How about it?"

The young man asked innocently, but "Zhou Changqing" had lost his patience. He dropped the drawings and ran outside, wanting to return to the bed and his original world.

But those words had completely bound his soul. Not long after he left the house, he lost control of his body, and his whole body collapsed and lost his body.

At the same time, at Zhou Changqing's home, wisps of green smoke came out of the helmet, accompanied by a faint wailing, and finally disappeared in the evening wind.

In a small restaurant near the community, Zhou Changqing, who was eating a big meal after ordering two dishes and a soup, suddenly felt something. He looked in the direction of his home.

"When I looked in the mirror just now, was my face not in the mirror?"

He suddenly remembered and dropped his chopsticks on the table.

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