Thriller: What to do if it's too fierce

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty: You’re Just a Doll

This time, he invited Zhong Jialing to enter the house. Wan. === Chapter 220: You are just a doll ===

The door opened, but Zhong Jialing did not come in.

She was standing at the door with a blood-dropping knife.

All doors in the house are open.

The yin wind whizzes and shuttles, mixed with a thick bloody smell.

All the lights are off.

The whole house is extraordinarily quiet, silent, like a dead black sea.

For a while, Zhong Jialing didn’t dare to go in.

“Irian, where are you?”

“Just now my sister didn’t do it on purpose, come out.”

“My parents are gone, don’t you even want your sister?”

Zhong Jialing showed a pitiful expression as she crouched at the door and shivered.

Her acting skills are superb.

That man received a lunch from her superb acting skills.

The ticking water drops fell on the ground.

Zhong Jialing’s face suddenly changed, with an excited smile: “I found you.”

Rush through the door and look behind the door.

Zhong Jialing’s door opens inward.

There was a pool of blood behind the door.

The source of the blood is the blood-stained towel above the shoe cabinet.

The sound of blood dripping just now is the blood dripping from the towel.

Zhong Jialing’s expression changed instantly, she felt very ominous.

The moment he stepped back while holding the knife, the door closed with a bang.

A touch of red light flashed past her feet.

What followed was excruciating pain.

There is a terrible wound on the ankle.

“Lights, turn on the lights.”

This time, she felt pain and fear.

After absorbing the blood of two people in a row, Su Da Ran is no longer the blood baby he used to be.

The light was broken. Zhong Jialing pressed it several times, but the light did not respond.

“Irian, my sister is just joking with you.”

“Sister doesn’t play with you anymore.”

Zhong Jialing held the knife and stepped back while speaking.

She wanted to open the door to escape, but at this time she was caught by the horror.

However, the moment he squeezed the handle of the house, a red light flashed by.

This time, Zhong Jialing saw it.

It was a blood-red doll, holding a sharp knife in its hand, and jumped down from the entrance.

The sharp sharp knife directly cut off three of Zhong Jialing’s fingers.

In pain, she squatted on the ground, covering her hands and screaming constantly.

The sharp knife in the other hand fell to the ground.

Immediately after landing, the blood doll appeared, picked up the dropped sharp knife, and appeared in front of Zhong Jialing.

It raised its head and stood at the door in a “big” shape, red and black, and dripping with pungent blood.

Tears of blood flowed from her jewel-like eyes, and the corners of her mouth even twitched upwards unnaturally.

In the dark night, this scene suffocated everyone.

Zhong Jialing didn’t know that she was not facing the real Irian.

She was facing Su Daran.

The collision of perversion and ferocity, after all, ferocity has the upper hand.

The blood doll tilted its head, holding a sharp knife in each hand.

The slightly curved arc at the corner of the mouth seems to be smiling, grinning.

Zhong Jialing screamed, retreated frantically, got up, turned around and ran.

Instead of chasing her, the blood doll watched her escape.

Once, this was Irian’s hell.

Now, this is Zhong Jialing’s hell.

At that time, at the bottom of the bed, what Su Daran said to all the dolls came true.

The sharp knife scratched the ground, its sound was like a nematode, and it drilled hard into Zhong Jialing’s mind. She closed the door, locked it, huddled on the bed, hugged the quilt, her expression twisted.

The distortion this time is no longer a distortion of excitement, but a distortion of fear.

The pillows, towels, and clothes in his hands were all thrown out.

There is no sharp object for self-defense.

The blood doll hid all the dangerous items in the house, which he learned from Zhong Jialing.

With a click, the sharp knife pierced through the room, revealing a corner.

then ringA creepy screeching sound.

The harsh sound of the door slams makes people goosebumps all over the place.

With a click, the sharp knife pierced the door again, revealing a corner.

Zhong Jialing screamed, cried, apologized, and shivered.

In the crack of the door, she saw the blood doll.

At this moment, the blood doll was lying at the door of the room, staring at her quietly.

“Her hell is coming.”

“Did you feel it?”

“I have done what I said.”

Su Daran meditated in his heart, exuding a terrifying smell of blood, murderous, suffocating, and murderous aura.

He knew that the doll in the room could hear it.

Although, many blood-stained dolls have been thrown away by Zhong Jialing.

However, there are still many dolls.

That house used to be a doll’s hell.

Now it’s Zhong Jialing’s hell.

The dolls seem to have heard it, they really heard it.

A gust of wind came blowing, and the room was as cold as a refrigerator…  

A creaking sound sounded.

In the corner of the wall, in the bookshelf, in the drawer, in the trash can, and in every corner of the room, there are many strange-shaped dolls crawling out.

Most of these dolls are incomplete.

Shredded, burned, twisted.

The broken palm, half of the head, and fluffy plush, all came out at this time.

“Ah~”

“Don’t~”

“Don’t~”

Zhong Jialing screamed hysterically, and she was forced to the window by the doll.

Dogs barking came from under the window, their voices were excited and cruel.

The green eyes of the beasts are filled with maddened cruelty and greed.

“Ilian, my sister is wrong, let her go.”

“My sister is wrong, my sister is really wrong.”

Zhong Jialing kept apologizing, but the viciousness in her eyes, not to mention Su Da Ran, could even be felt by the dolls surrounding her.

She’s broken, completely broken.

All language is disguise.

The flower of evil blooming in her heart is earth-shattering.

She is a devil in human skin.

Begging for mercy failed, Zhong Jialing roared frantically: “Illian, I won’t let you go.”

“I won’t let you go.”

“You are just a doll, a doll that belongs to me.”

“Yi~Li~An~”

In the final roar, Zhong Jialing jumped from the window.

She carries incomparable resentment, viciousness, unwillingness, and anger, and her vicious aura has far surpassed Xin Yu and the bloody skin ghost.

3.6 Illian’s hideous laughter sounded from downstairs, accompanied by an astonishing sound of eating.

“Because of Zhong Jialing’s words, do you want to be human?”

Su Daran meditated in his heart.

A powerful tearing force swept in.

He quickly got out of the blood doll and began to rise.

From this angle, he can see the blood doll standing at the door holding a sharp knife.

It looks at itself, just so straight at itself.

It seems that Irian has always been in its body.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Su Daran returned to Xuetan, and he returned to his body.

At the bottom of the Blood Tan, Gu Long Long Gu Long Long was bubbling, and something came back with Su Da Ran.

Su Daran didn’t want to pay attention to it for the time being, he stretched out his hands and went upstream.