Nightmare Attack

"Huh?" Wu's eyes paused, as if he had discovered something strange. He clearly smelled the smell of the door on the other party, but why?

Why did his door disappear?

"squeak"

A harsh rubbing sound sounded in his ears, and he frowned slightly. The painting on the easel beside him began to protrude outward, with a ferocious grimace on it.

The drawing paper was torn open with a bloody hole, and an arm stuck out from the frame. Soon, a female ghost covered in blood crawled out.

Her eyes were scarlet, and she was breathing heavily. Her body was covered with bloody wounds. She might have been killed all the way, and the big knife in her hand was still bleeding.

"Asshole!" Weng Qing, who has lost his human form, is like a zombie, with his back slightly stooped and a pair of bloody eyes fixed on Wu, "I want you to pay for Taro with your life!"

The next second, the big knife struck Wu behind.

Maybe it was because of Weng Qing's courage, or maybe he didn't expect any ghost to be able to break through such a restriction, so he subconsciously wanted to take back his hand.

But suddenly I found that my hand was sucked by a strange force.

Not only could it not be pulled out, it actually dragged him into the other party's body.

The seemingly fierce sword slashed behind the black-clothed man Wu, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea.

No matter how strong your faith is, you can't overcome the gap in strength.

Weng Qing looked at the knife in her hand with red eyes, and then she pounced on him with red eyes. Even with her teeth, she wanted to kill the creator of all the weird stories.

The sharp blade cut open her body, and she was thrown heavily against the wall without even touching the other party's clothes.

She fell at Jiang Cheng's feet with faint breath.

What really caught Wu's eyes was the man in front of him, this man named Hao Shuai. His powerful attraction gave Wu a new feeling.

He was just surprised, but not afraid.

At least for the time being, the opponent is far from being able to threaten him, but it is just a little troublesome to deal with.

"It seems I have to cut you open completely to find the door." He held the handle of the knife with one hand and slowly turned it, blood flowing out along the wound.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the pain in his body was far less than the torment in his mind at this moment.

The pieces were pieced together and reorganized, and the sharp edges cut him into pieces.

"Buzz"

There was a buzzing sound, Wu's hand paused, and a soft hand suddenly placed on his shoulder, "Don't go on like this." Lin Chen appeared next to him.

At this time, Lin Chen was wearing a simple skirt, and her fair cheeks were already covered with tears. "Don't go on like this." She shouted out loud: "You weren't like this in the beginning, were you?"

Wu's eyes focused on Jiang Cheng's pocket.

Pockets ripped.

The painting hidden in the pocket.

Disappeared.

It's the woman who suddenly appeared just now!

It was she who took advantage of the moment of being attacked to rush to Jiang Cheng, stole the painting, and then woke up Lin Chen who was in the bedroom.

"I'm sorry." Lin Chen slowly hugged Wu's stiff body from behind. The warmth felt like water, slowly spreading to his whole body.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have described you in despair. I was too selfish. I shouldn't have let you bear the responsibility for me when I couldn't bear the despair."

"Let it go." Lin Chen, who was awakened by the painting, had a light in his eyes, "Don't make any more mistakes."

A huge picture album unfolded behind him, and figures one after another walked out of the album. The despair in the figures' eyes was gradually washed away, becoming clear and clear.

"Ha." Wu looked away and looked at Jiang Cheng opposite, "Come out, I know it's you!"

An illusory figure stepped out from behind Jiang Cheng, or more precisely, from the shadow behind Jiang Cheng, he pulled out the knife that had stabbed into his chest.

The figure is wearing a white trench coat, which is in sharp contrast to the formless figure in black, like light and darkness, two different extremes.

Looking up, the man's face looked exactly like Wu's.

But the temperament of the two people is completely different. The one in black has sharp eyebrows and evil aura, while the one in white has an easy-going temperament and gentle eyebrows.

It is the good side of nothingness.

"You've done a good job." The man who looked exactly like Wu said. When he drew out the knife, Jiang Cheng staggered, but finally stood still.

He felt that half of the blood in his body was burning, while the other half seemed to be frozen, and his blood vessels were filled with ice stubble.

Just now, he seemed to have touched the memory lock in his mind, and the fleeting information violently impacted his mind.

So much so that what was happening in front of me felt blurry.

In confusion, Jiang Cheng felt pain in his palm. The sharp blade cut into his palm, and then it was covered with a cold feeling.

"I'll leave this door to you." Shan Mianwu picked up Jiang Cheng's hand, and the next second, the two of them appeared behind the bronze door and put their bloody hands on it.

In an instant, huge pain shot through Jiang Cheng's body, and countless bloodshot threads stretched out from behind the door and tightly wrapped around his hand.

Dark red inscriptions appeared on the door, like the most ancient and obscure language.

"Is this what you mean by letting go?" Heiyi turned his face to look at Lin Chen behind him, with two lines of blood and tears in his eyes.

"For the so-called kindness in your heart, you just watch me die?" Hei Yiwu smiled and opened the corner of his mouth, "Watch my door being taken away bit by bit?"

Lin Chen's body trembled.

"Sister, you can forgive those who hurt you, but you want to kill me? Kill me who would do anything to protect you?" Tears of blood fell from his eyes as he looked at the cowardly woman behind him.

"Where was he when I was protecting you and killing those who hurt you?" Wu pointed at the self who was exactly the same as himself, but could live in the sunshine and warmth.

What is even more difficult for him to accept is that he can win his sister's love alone.

Is this fair?

"Why?" Wu screamed in pain, "Just because he is full of benevolence and morality, and because he only says a few words of comfort every time after you are hurt, sister?"

"Sister, the only one who can protect you is me!"

"I will kill whoever bullies you and turn him into a monster. Let them live in fear forever and atone for their actions!"

"As long as we have enough weird stories, sister, no one will bully you anymore! As long as I am alive, no one can hurt you!"

Lines of red curse appeared on his body, and then suddenly broke, and the restrictions on his body began to melt like ice and snow.

Huge cracks began to appear on the walls of the room, and the sky outside began to become weird.

The world behind the door, under the influence of Hei Yiwu, began to become unstable and even tended to collapse.

The despair that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

"You hypocritical guy" Wu slowly stood up and stared at the man who looked exactly like himself. The shadow behind him began to become distorted.

In the sky outside, a blood moon rose.