I made myself the protagonist

As the sky gradually turned dark, Ling Yun and Zhao Sicheng stayed at Qian Xiaohao's house for a whole afternoon.

At lunch time, Ling Yun asked Uncle Yan to deliver drinks to his door. The three of them simply ate and sat down to chat.

The world everyone lives in now was imagined by Qian Xiaohao before committing suicide yesterday evening.

This spiritual world is the ending he planned for the unfinished dream in his heart.

For Qian Xiaohao, his life is like God playing a joke on him. His acting career gradually became popular with the rise of zombie movies, and then slowly declined with the loneliness of zombie movies.

Qian Xiaohao didn't want to die in embarrassment in this simple public rental housing as an unknown actor.

Even if you leave, you still have to go through a thrilling life-and-death struggle with zombies like the characters you played in previous movies, save the innocent residents, and finally have a dignified and tragic ending.

Like Ling Yun, Zhao Sicheng was full of sympathy for Qian Xiaohao.

Since Qian Xiaohao divorced his wife, he has been living a rough bachelor life. In addition to missing his son every day, he drinks to drown his sorrows and stays at home all day long. Without his job income, he will soon be unable to live anymore.

After leaving the original house, I could only bring some costumes and props from the past production crew to the public housing where the poorest people live.

Qian Xiaohao is determined to die. Even though there was quite a commotion yesterday afternoon, there are all kinds of people living here. There are many people like him who are frustrated and desperate, and who deliberately seek death.

The nearby residents have long been accustomed to this situation and behave very indifferently.

He did not expect that the two new neighbors who lived next door would come to visit him after hearing about his experience. After going back and forth, Qian Xiaohao also started chatting and talked a lot about his past with Ling Yun.

In the blink of an eye, the meal went straight into the evening.

Qian Xiaohao suggested that Ling Yun and the others should be invited to eat at the supper stall downstairs, and that Chen You, the frustrated last heavenly master, should be invited to sit down and have a good chat.

"Brother Hao, you used to be so majestic."

While Qian Xiaohao was entering the house to put on his coat, Zhao Sicheng followed him into the bedroom. When he saw the photos of Qian Xiaohao and many Hong Kong celebrities hanging on the wall, he couldn't help but sigh.

However, what is sad is that these group photos that should have been stored in the villa storage room and treasured are now hanging lonely on the walls of the old and moldy apartment.

Some of them were even used by Qian Xiaohao to cover the exposed gray cement wall behind the damaged wallpaper. At first glance, they looked like cowhide advertisements posted on telephone poles.

"Yes, I have worked with all the big stars you can name, including Lin Zhengying, Wu Ma, Jackie Chan, Maggie Cheung, Chow Yun-fat..."

Qian Xiaohao opened his mouth and pointed at a few clothes hanging on the wall and said vaguely: "These... are all clothes worn by the characters I played before. They accompanied me... and witnessed my most beautiful moments.

Life. But who would have thought that...in the end, it would still be them who would be by my side..."

"Brother Hao, please be patient. In the worst case, you may have to start over from the beginning."

Ling Yun patted his shoulder: "I have always liked watching zombie movies since I was a child. Although the current era is developing rapidly and the original horror movies have declined, this does not mean the end. As an audience, we are all waiting, waiting.

Looking forward to the reappearance of past glory, and waiting for an excellent work to come out again. You must persevere, dawn will always come."

Qian Xiaohao shook his head mockingly: "There are no zombies in this era... and there is no need for people like me. Thank you for your concern. It has been a long time since anyone has been willing to sit down like today... accompany me and talk...

Already."

"You're welcome. If you need anything, you can always come to us."

Ling Yun understood that Qian Xiaohao was almost obsessive about zombies in his heart. How could the two of them be moved by just a few words?

Even though he knew it was impossible, he still had to try.

After all, in this world, Qian Xiaohao is the "god" who controls everyone's destiny.

Although you cannot directly tell the other party the truth, if you can awaken the other party's subconscious, even a little bit, as long as Qian Xiaohao's spiritual world is shaken, the direction of the plot will also be affected. But the premise is that you must grasp the balance.

Otherwise, if there is a slight mistake, it will be irreversible.

Qian Xiaohao didn't drink well. He drank half a bottle of white wine and was a little wobbly when he walked.

It was obvious that he couldn't go downstairs for supper in such a state. Qian Xiaohao was so drunk that he leaned over the table in a daze, muttered a few words, and then fell asleep.

Ling Yun sighed with emotion and stepped forward to help him up and send him back to the bedroom.

"Fat man, come here and help me!" Ling Yun shouted to Zhao Sicheng in the bedroom.

"Here we come." In the room, Zhao Sicheng placed the photo in his hand on the cabinet beside Qian Xiaohao's bed.

Just as he was about to leave, the afterglow of the setting sun was gradually replaced by darkness; the moment the light disappeared, a chilly and cold aura suddenly swept behind Zhao Sicheng.

Not only him, this time, even Ling Yun outside the door felt that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a lot.

Bang--

Seeing the door suddenly closing automatically, Zhao Sicheng ran out of the bedroom quickly, only to find that he couldn't open the door at all.

Ling Yun lifted up Qian Xiaohao who was sleeping, grabbed Zhao Sicheng, and instantly activated his superpower.

Although the maximum distance of each movement is five meters, after regular training, Ling Yun has been able to teleport three times in a row within the range of his body; and he found that this ability can not only transfer himself, but also move people he comes into contact with.

Things move away.

From the water cup to the wheelchair under him, the table he touched... Before this, he had even conducted experiments with cats, and he could completely transfer living creatures together.

However, as the volume and weight of the items you carry increases, the distance you move will gradually decrease, and it will put a greater load on your body.

At the moment, although he has not tried to transfer others, he decided to give it a try at a critical moment of life and death.

Ling Yun gritted his teeth and concentrated on the scene outside the corridor door, catching Zhao Sicheng and Qian Xiaohao. The twin female ghosts in room 2442 had a limited range of activities. As long as they left here, they would be out of danger.

In the dark corridor, Ling Yun gasped and almost collapsed on the ground.

Success...succeeded?

Ling Yun looked at the intact Zhao Sicheng and Qian Xiaohao beside him in surprise, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Although it was only less than half a meter from the house to the corridor, because he was carrying two people, the side effects of activating his powers consumed nearly 80% of his physical strength, and his physical fatigue was far more exaggerated than during previous training.

Ling Yun was half-kneeling on the ground, his legs shaking constantly. He felt dizzy before his eyes and could hardly stand up.

Not caring about rest, he hurriedly said to Zhao Sicheng: "Hurry and go... to find Su Li and the others..."

"You are still amazing! This ability has now been improved to the point where you can move people, good guy..." Zhao Sicheng patted his whole body, fearing that he was missing some parts.

He suddenly thought of something and looked at Ling Yun: "Hey, this ability is very similar to teleportation in space. Can you transfer us all away if you want? Then what if you make a mistake?

Will you find that you have an arm in the end? This is an incredible ability!"

"Currently I can't do such a naughty thing..."

Ling Yun smiled bitterly: "I have been training my physical fitness and increasing the weight. In the process of transferring things, peeling off part of them requires all the mental energy to be concentrated. If I am not careful, even myself may be decomposed.

So...it is probably very difficult to achieve this step."

"You have to practice it well. This ability can not only defend, but also take the initiative to attack through cooperation. Then we will also let the man named Lin have a good look at whether he was looking down on others. We will talk about this later.

Withdraw first."

Zhao Sicheng picked up Qian Xiaohao and Ling Yun, planning to take them away.

But the next second, as soon as he finished speaking, the scene around him changed back to the interior of Room 2442.

Ling Yun raised his head and looked around, his face instantly turned extremely pale: After encountering the supernatural power, his ability was no longer effective!

The room was quiet at this moment. Apart from the breathing of the three people, Ling Yun could even clearly hear the sound of water dripping from the faucet in the kitchen sink.

As the sun sets, the light in the room gradually dims and the temperature becomes colder.

"Is this a ghost beating a wall? What should we do now?"

Zhao Sicheng swallowed his saliva and looked around vigilantly, not daring to miss any sign of trouble. He tried to use violence to destroy the door, but it still didn't work.

"Don't act rashly. See if you can send a message to Su Li and the others asking for help. I'll wake up Qian Xiaohao..." Ling Yun suppressed the fear in his heart and said to Zhao Sicheng.

Female ghosts and zombies are both products of Qian Xiaohao's fantasy, so no matter how dangerous they are, they will not really threaten Qian Xiaohao's life.

Therefore, if you want to survive, Qian Xiaohao is the real key.

Zhao Sicheng took out his cell phone, but found that there was no signal at the moment. Ling Yun patted Qian Xiaohao's face, trying to wake him up.

Suddenly, there was a violent movement in the bedroom.

Along with the huge sound of the wardrobe and dining table falling, the glass frames hanging on the wall were all shattered and exploded.

Faintly, Ling Yun heard a woman's voice that was crying and laughing. He subconsciously looked up in the direction of the living room, but was so frightened by the scene in front of him that his heart almost stopped.

The originally empty room seemed to have undergone great changes: the light bulbs on the roof were dyed red with blood, and the incandescent lamps kept flashing, emitting dark red light; blood spots that had long dried and turned black were covered with the surrounding walls and mirrors.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the originally white carpet was covered with large dark black blood stains, even the crib placed in the living room was no exception.

There was a female corpse lying on the floor. She was lying on her back, her eyes were wide open, her expression was full of resentment, her chest and body were all stabbed with sharp weapons, and her death was horrible.

A heartwarming photo of Yang Feng's family of three fell on the ground near the entrance, and a dark black blood stain was splashed on it, announcing the tragedy that this family had suffered.

"tick"

At this moment, drops of blood continued to drip down from above. Ling Yun raised his head and saw a woman with a rope around her neck and hanging from the ceiling fan.

The woman was wearing black casual clothes, with her hair disheveled, and was struggling. The moment her eyes met Ling Yun's, Ling Yun's breathing almost froze——

The woman hanging from the ceiling by a rope turned out to be Su Li!