Nightmare Attack

"Well"

Awakened by a huge tremor, Fatty opened his eyes drowsily, and the corridor in front of him was distorted in an incomprehensible way.

The entire building began to tilt to one side, debris rolled along the corridor, and a bottle that looked very thick hit the fat man's leg.

Stopped.

The fat man, who was a little more conscious, immediately remembered what happened before. He was not dead because he was blessed by his great ancestor.

He looked sideways at the door. Wei Jinting was lying on the door, peeking inside through the gap.

The fat man didn't bother at all about why he didn't die. He only knew that if Wei Jinting was allowed into the room, the doctor would probably be in big trouble.

Glancing at the thick bottle beside his legs, the fat man quietly picked it up, then slowly stood up and approached Wei Jinting from behind.

Wei Jinting didn't know what he saw. He seemed very excited and adjusted his angle from time to time. He didn't notice anyone approaching from behind.

The fat man raised the bottle with both hands and slapped the back of Wei Jinting's head on Wei Jinting, who was leaning forward and sticking his butt towards him.

"Bring it to you!"

After a "boom" sound, Wei Jinting's body first hit the door hard, and then collapsed like a pile of mud.

Fatty didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

That's it?

In just a few seconds, the changes around him became more and more exaggerated, and the door of 808 began to twist and make a "click-click" sound.

Huge cracks ran along the door, from top to bottom, nearly splitting it open.

The sight in the room surprised Fatty.

What hit me was an aura of despair. A bronze door stood in the room, with countless tiny red threads protruding from the door, swaying as if alive.

And standing in front of the door was the doctor.

He was entangled in countless red threads, densely packed, as if trapped in a spider web, and not far away, it turned into a bottomless sea of ​​blood.

Two figures that were so fast that they were blurred collided fiercely, fighting like wild beasts until one of them vomited blood and retreated.

When he saw these two people clearly, the fat man's eyes changed.

The man in black who could barely stand only by holding the knife was Wu.

The other person who came on the bloody wave was also Wu, but the one on the back of the painting was the good side of Wu.

As Shan Mianwu stepped down step by step, the sea of ​​blood under his feet gradually changed color. The bright red color was washed away, and the water began to return to its original clarity.

The corpses and broken limbs floating in the sea were slowly shrouded in light and gradually disappeared.

The outcome has been decided.

But I don't know why, when the fat man saw the man in black, he actually felt a little pity for him.

Lin Chen's sobs on the other side vaguely made Fatty irritated. She kept asking the man in black not to forgive her. She shouldn't have created him out of despair.

He shouldn't let him bear the despair that he couldn't bear.

It's all his own fault for being like this.

And now, it's time to end it all.

Figures appeared one after another beside the bronze door. The figures were all blurry, but some of them actually gave Fatty a feeling of déjà vu.

The haze shrouded in the sky dispersed, and everything was moving in a good direction. What surprised Fatty even more was that the door in front of the doctor actually made a shocking buzzing sound.

The doctor's current state is very strange, as if his mind is imprisoned by something, but the fat man instinctively feels that the doctor is not in danger.

That door seemed to resonate with the doctor in some sense.

Everything around him is slowly disappearing, including all kinds of people.

A faint halo appeared on the door.

The door opened a gap.

As if being pulled by some force, the doctor's steps did not move, but his body was being pushed forward, and half of his body had already passed the door.

But just when the fat man thought the doctor would leave the door, the next second, the door began to tremble like crazy, as if guided by some kind of will.

And it started to close. At this speed, Jiang Cheng's body would be pinched off.

This door has accepted Jiang Cheng, but the will of the former owner still remains inside this door, and it is still making the final resistance.

Without any further hesitation, the fat man rushed towards the door.

He didn't know what to do. Just like facing a door in life, the fat man stretched out his hand, held the door tightly, and then pulled it out as hard as he could.

The door shaft made a creaking sound.

After noticing that the door was closing slowly, Fatty felt happy.

It actually works!

He increased his strength and the door began to open little by little, and Jiang Cheng also regained some consciousness. After glancing at the fat man, he immediately disappeared from the door.

It was definitely not enough to accommodate the big and small fat men Jiang Cheng could pass through, so he held back his breath and opened the door wider.

It was as if things were familiar again and again. The door gave Fatty good feedback, and then Fatty also left through the door.

The light and shadow in front of his eyes changed. After returning to the familiar room, the fat man's legs softened and he almost fell to the ground. His arms seemed to be filled with lead.

But before he could check himself, the doctor lay on the ground not far in front of him.

"Doctor." The fat man trotted over and squatted down, "How are you?"

He noticed that the doctor's body was shaking, so he wanted to help him up on the sofa, but to his surprise, Jiang Cheng actually pushed him away.

"doctor?"

Without giving any reason, Jiang Cheng forced himself to stand up, stumbled to the bathroom, and closed the door with a bang.

"Are you okay, doctor?" The fat man stood outside the bathroom door. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but just after leaving the nightmare, his mind was as confused as mush.

Many faces appeared in his mind, like a slideshow, but the strange thing was that there was a layer of fog between those faces.

Just when he wanted to clear away the fog, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

It was very dark inside.

I could only vaguely see the doctor standing in front of the mirror, leaning down, the faucet turned on, and he kept pouring cold water on his face.

It gives the impression that the doctor's entire body is on fire.

Fatty has never seen such a doctor.

Fortunately, this crazy behavior only lasted for a short while, and then the doctor turned around, walked out, and pulled a towel.

The towel was wet and dripping water.

"I'm fine." Jiang Cheng exhaled and said, "Go up and rest."

"Doctor, please slow down, let me hold you up." The doctor's state was obviously not right, so the fat man stepped forward and held his arm.

The fat man felt Jiang Cheng's arm trembling, seemingly resisting.

He couldn't help but frown, but luckily, he didn't in the end.

When he turned around and walked towards the stairs, Fatty always felt that something was wrong, not just with the doctor, but with the people around him.

It's a feeling of being spied on.

It's like there's an extra pair of eyes somewhere.

The two of them came upstairs together. Jiang Cheng retracted his hand and walked into the bedroom alone.

The moment the fat man turned around, Jiang Cheng's dim shadow on the wall suddenly paused, and then slowly turned his head.

But Jiang Cheng is still walking.