Nightmare Attack

But it wasn't enough. The black flames retreated steadily under the invasion of the red cracks. A terrifying aura filled the air, and Wu's consciousness began to blur.

Devouring, killing... it was like the devil's whispers, bewitching its ears.

It needs to swallow more doors, only then will it not be abandoned again.

That feeling of being thrown away like trash should never happen again.

No one is trustworthy, it can only believe in itself and the knife in its hand...

The blurred vision gradually focused, and the pupils shrank into a slit. Wu stared at the sleeping Jiang Cheng's face. The man still knew nothing about it.

"kill him."

"The door that swallowed him up."

…

The vague sounds stimulate it and erode its last consciousness.

The red crack continued to devour Wu's body, compressing the black flames to the neck. At the last moment when the crack was about to break through the critical point.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the small table and the tightly closed, inconspicuous drawer.

Its eyes were dazed for a moment, and it suddenly turned its head and hit the window.

There was no sound of shattering glass, and the black shadow, almost entirely wrapped in red cracks, strangely passed through the window and disappeared into the vast night.

…

It is hundreds of miles away from Rongcheng.

In an old three-story western-style building located in the suburbs, an old man with thinning hair slowly woke up. ơɱ

His health is much better than he looks, and he doesn't usually have the habit of getting up at night, but recently, he can't sleep.

After all, he didn't come here for a vacation, but to hide, or to put it more bluntly, to run for his life.

The old man put his hands in front of him and lay there for a while, but he still didn't feel sleepy. Finally, he thought of something disturbing. He sighed, got up, got out of bed, picked up some clothes and put them on his body, and walked out the door. go.

Open the bedroom door and walk along the corridor towards the study on the other side.

But before he reached the door of the study, he stopped. The study door was ajar, and light shone through the crack in the door.

There's someone in his study!

who is it?

Obviously only he has the key to the study!

Without any time to fear, the old man immediately took out the pistol from his waist.

There are some documents hidden in the study. If they are stolen, it will be a big trouble. I don’t know how many innocent people will die tragically at the hands of those guys.

Opening the door, it was quiet inside the study.

Only the lamp on the table was on. Through the light, you could see a figure sitting behind the desk in the old man's seat, but strangely, his back was to him.

is a man.

After recognizing the clothes the figure was wearing, the old man slowly put down his gun. Although he was slightly confused, the old man had determined the identity of this person.

He was the captain of the small group of people sent to protect him.

"Captain Zhou." The old man put away his gun and said with a slightly dissatisfied tone: "It's so late, why are you coming to my study? If there is anything important, you can go to me directly..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "squeak" sound, and the swivel chair slowly turned around.

The moment he saw the man sitting above him clearly, the hairs all over the old man's body stood up, and a chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The man on the swivel chair raised his head exaggeratedly, his mouth wide open, his hollow eye sockets were sunken, his muscles were contracted, and his blue-purple skin was as dry as tree bark.

This is a mummy!

In just half a night, Captain Zhou, who was responsible for his safety, turned into a mummy!

Before the old man could recover from the shock, a charming laugh sounded, "Giggle, Mr. Huang, don't be afraid, the little lady is polite here."

"Who?!" The old man immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the location where the sound came from.

From a dark corner of the study, a charming woman walked out.

The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, her slender waist twisting and turning like a boneless snake.

The woman looked at the old man with a seductive look on her face, and her eyes were full of provocation. This invisible aura was the most deadly.

"Mr. Huang." The woman sighed in a pretentious manner, "You said you have lived for such a long time, why can't you understand the situation?"

"Our people have contacted you many times, and the price offered is enough for you and your family to live comfortably for the rest of your life, but you just refuse to listen and insist on going against us."

"It's fine now. Your whole family is going to die. Why are you bothering?"

"Also." The woman smiled contemptuously and glanced at the mummy on the seat. "We found a team with a captain who barely reached B level to protect you. How little do you take our night watchmen seriously?"

The old man pulled the trigger without hesitation, but a strange and terrifying scene happened. The hand holding the gun shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been drained of blood.

"Ah! Ah...ah!" The pistol fell to the ground. The old man covered his withered right hand and couldn't help but scream, with cold sweat dripping down his face.

"It's true that there is a way to heaven if you don't take it. If there is no way to hell, you will have to surrender yourself." The woman didn't move, raised her chin, and sneered.

"You...you people will not end well!" The old man yelled in pain, "Someone will deal with you!"

"Maybe, but Mr. Huang, you and your family will never see that day again." The woman stretched out her long tongue and traced the tip of her tongue across her red lips.

"Snake girl, stop talking nonsense with a dead man, we have another target." Another man's voice sounded in the room, as rough as if there was a handful of sand stuck in his throat.

"Don't be anxious, Sand Ghost, we have plenty of time." The woman stared at the painful old man, the light in her eyes seemed to be appreciating a work of art.

Sand Ghost and Snake Girl are both code names. They are both human beings, disciples who carry the Gate, and belong to the special department of the Night Watch.

Even the Night Watch Executive Department didn't know that there was such a terrifying killer team within them.

They only obey the orders of the highest level of the Night Watch, and they are also one of the trump cards secretly prepared by the Night Watch.

With a "click", the room became quiet, and the old man's neck was broken by a strange force.

No, it wasn't just his neck, the old man's entire body was twisted strangely, as if he was entangled by an invisible giant python and then violently twisted.

"Bah, old thing." The woman pulled out the dagger, swayed her waist, and walked towards the old man's body nonchalantly.

But just as she squatted down, suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her ankle.

It's an old man!

The old man stood up unsteadily under the horrified expression of the female killer codenamed Snake Girl. All his bones were crushed by the huge force. At this moment, he was squirming strangely, and his bloody face turned to Snake Girl.

"How...how could this happen?" The snake girl resisted with all her strength, but the old man's hands were like iron pliers, "Sand Ghost, hurry, save me! Save..."

But her cry for help was obviously in vain, because the sand ghost she had placed high hopes on was already one step ahead of her and died.

The mummy also came to life and was now piercing the sand ghost's chest with sharp fingers and digging out his heart.

With a crisp "click" sound, the woman's neck tilted and she completely lost her breath.