My Thriller Survival Game

Wu Ding's words made Xu Yang, who was about to stand up, freeze instantly.

It wasn't that Wu Ding's words were so intimidating, but that the woman who had witnessed her husband being tortured in this way was indifferent. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Xu Yang, who exuded a strong ghost aura and made an attacking gesture, as if

As long as Xu Yang dares to move, she will give him a fatal blow.

Xu Yang, whose body had gone cold because of the torture, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Why? Why do you do this?" Xu Yang asked.

"If you want to get something, you must first pay and bear the corresponding price. This is his choice and he must bear the process."

"uh-huh?"

Xu Yang was stunned and asked subconsciously: "What choice?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Wu Ding kept torturing the man while talking.

The man who was full of joy just now was tortured to the point where he was completely deformed. Along with Wu Ding's torture, the man exuded various negative emotions, the most obvious of which was despair, endless despair.

Xu Yang, who was sitting stiffly in his chair, saw the man who was worse off than dead. He wanted to help, but he didn't dare to move.

On the one hand, it is the cruelty and ruthlessness of Wu Ding, and on the other hand, it is the woman's eager gaze. More importantly, there is a person standing behind Xu Yang.

He had no idea when or how this person appeared. He only knew that the person behind him was terrifying. If he dared to move, he would die.

As a result, Xu Yang could only watch Wu Ding crazily torture the man.

The scenes that followed were too cruel and bloody, so Xu Yang simply closed his eyes.

The strange thing is that even though the man who was tortured by Wu Ding was almost turned into mud, he was still alive, and he still clutched the photo in his hand. Obviously, this photo was very important to him.

The torture lasted for a long time, and Xu Yang felt that centuries had passed.

I don't know how long it took, but Wu Ding finished torturing the man, turned back to the drawing board, dipped his paintbrush in the man's blood, and began to paint.

After seeing that Wu Ding no longer tortured the man, Xu Yang was slightly relieved, but when he saw Wu Ding's paintings, he was stunned.

What Wu Ding painted was a woman, and this woman was exactly the woman in the photo. As Wu Ding continued to outline, a portrait of a normal woman appeared on the page. However, the portrait had no eyes.

At the same time, Xu Yang felt a wave of space fluctuations, followed by a special aura permeating the space.

After the portrait was basically completed, Wu Ding frowned, then stood up, walked over to the man, and tortured the man again.

A strange scene also happened.

The originally dull portrait became more vivid as the man became more painful and desperate.

In this way, Wu Ding tortured the man while modifying the portrait.

When the man was tortured by Wu Ding and was dying, and the portrait was no different from the real person, Wu Ding did something that shocked Xu Yang.

I saw Wu Ding coming to the man again. This time, instead of torturing the man, he pulled the photo out of the man's hand.

Then, in front of the man, he lit the photo on fire.

The flames burst out instantly, and the photo curled up instantly, and was immediately swallowed up by the flames. The man who was already in despair, after seeing this scene, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he suddenly burst into chaos.

Romance

"Give her back to me, give her back to me~~~"

While roaring, he attacked Wu Ding crazily, but Wu Ding ignored all these attacks and was all stopped by the woman next to him.

Amidst the man's roar and his desperate gaze, the photo finally turned into a ball of ashes, and all the struggle and resistance finally turned into a series of sad calls.

"Liu Yue, Liu Yue~~~"

Wu Ding collected the ashes of the photo and put them into a jar filled with blood.

After some stirring, Wu Ding picked up the brush and began to paint the eyes on the portrait.

When he was sketching the portrait before, Wu Ding moved very quickly, but when he drew the eyes, his movements were very slow. But as he drew each stroke, the originally extremely expressive portrait seemed to be drawn at this moment.

It is given life.

"The breath of the living?"

Xu Yang, who had witnessed all this with his own eyes, was staring at the portrait. As Wu Ding continued to sketch, Xu Yang noticed a trace of a living person.

The breath is very light and weak, but yet so real.

Seeing this, a word came to Xu Yang's mind: resurrection!

The scene that happened next quickly proved Xu Yang's guess.

As Wu Ding put his last stroke, the originally flat portrait took on life at this moment, and it became 'alive'.

Xu Yang saw with his own eyes that the portrait's eyes were moving slightly. Although the amplitude was very small, it was indeed moving.

After doing all this, Wu Ding put down the brush, picked up the utility knife, and began to cut out the portrait.

Soon, the portrait was cut out, and a human face appeared in Wu Ding's hands.

It was obviously just a piece of paper, but Xu Yang felt that it was a person.

At this time, the man was lying on the ground like a dead dog, motionless, and his lips were moving unconsciously. Although his voice was very low, Xu Yang knew that he was calling a name.

Wu Ding ignored the man. After cutting out the portrait, he picked up the utility knife, walked up to the woman, and started peeling off the skin.

The scene was extremely bloody, but strangely, not a drop of blood seeped out of the wound, and the woman didn't struggle at all, like a puppet.

But after the woman's face was peeled off, Xu Yang discovered that she was not a human!

The appearance I saw in the viewfinder before was the original appearance of the woman. She was a model.

After taking off the model's face, Wu Ding picked up the painted face and gently covered it on the model's face.

The originally dull and dull model gradually became spiritual as the portrait was covered. Under Wu Ding's constant movements, a woman exactly like the one in the photo was born.

The moment the woman opened her eyes, Xu Yang clearly saw confusion, confusion, doubt, curiosity, and fear of the unknown in her eyes.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Xu Yang seemed to see himself entering the world of horror for the first time. The woman's expression at this time was so similar to his before.

"I...where...is this?"

The woman who had never spoken a word from beginning to end spoke now.

"Liu Yue, Liu Yue, is that you?"

Wu Ding hadn't spoken yet, and the man looked like a dead dog. After hearing the sound, his cloudy eyes burst into astonishing light, and he stood up from the ground like a carp and rushed straight towards the woman.

"Huang Tao, you are still alive!"

"Liu Yue, I finally see you, wuwuwu~~~"