Nightmare Attack

Chapter 425

Chapter 425

After a long while, Wu's dull voice came from behind, "Tell me." After a pause, he continued to ask, "How did you find out?"

Without answering the other party's question, Jiang Cheng picked up the paintbrush that fell on the ground and stabbed at Lin Chen.

The paintbrush, which is definitely not sharp, pierced Lin Chen's chest easily.

Under Lin Chen's unbelievable eyes, large streams of blood gushed out and splashed all over Jiang Cheng's face.

But Jiang Cheng laughed.

"it is as expected."

The bright red blood didn't have a trace of fishy smell. Jiang Cheng licked the blood dripping from his lips, and a strange astringent taste spread in his mouth.

pigment.

It's the smell of paint.

not blood

Here is a painting.

And they're all in this painting.

Now that it has been seen through, Lin Chen's expression gradually became calm, and then slowly melted, turning into a puddle of colorful paint that exudes a smell.

Jiang Cheng removed his shoes to prevent himself from being stuck to his body by the paint.

"I'm asking you something." Wu's voice fluctuated for the first time, "How did you find out that this is in the painting?"

The situation gradually changed. Facing the man in black, Jiang Cheng gradually gained confidence, "I'm not dead." He looked at Wu behind him and said.

"According to your ability, you could kill me the moment I charged towards Lin Chen." Jiang Cheng looked at him, "But you didn't."

"If Lin Chen is real, then you will never allow this to happen. You and I both know what will happen to Lin Chen after seeing this painting."

Looking at Jiang Cheng, another emotion gradually appeared in Wu's eyes, "Go on, I know, it's more than that."

Few people can make Jiangcheng feel like a match, Chen Ran is one of them, that woman named Li Lu is also quite tricky, and the middle-aged man next to Xia Meng.

But their strengths are more about tricks and means, but this guy in front of him brings him a completely different sense of threat.

In his eyes, Jiang Cheng couldn't find anything that could frighten him.

He decided not to provoke him for the time being, so he returned: "But you deliberately let me run to Lin Chen's side, and I knew it was a trap. As for this is the world in the painting."

He paused, then pointed to a corner, about 3 or 4 meters away from where he was, and there was a sofa nearby.

It was empty there.

But Wu nodded, seeming to understand what Jiang Cheng meant, "It's that mirror."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng stepped back slowly while continuing to explain: "I have seen Lin Chen's paintings before, and the last one is this room."

"This place is exactly the same as in the painting, except that the mirror is missing." Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes, "I remember someone noticed the mirror that existed in the painting, and that mirror reflected the real you. "

"You on the dark side."

"Because you were worried that the layout would be exposed, you erased the existence of that mirror." Jiang Cheng walked to the easel and said with a long breath, "It's not because you're stupid, but because I'm smarter."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng slammed headlong towards the easel.

Immediately afterwards, the light and shadow in front of his eyes changed, and after he staggered a few steps, he stepped firmly and stabilized his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still in room 808, but the weird feeling that had been lingering in his heart was gone.

The gray filter that originally enveloped the room was also removed.

Here, it is a reality in a certain sense.

Just when Chang Jiangcheng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to find the real Lin Chen immediately, a deep voice sounded behind him, "Well done."

The moment he heard this sound, Jiang Cheng's body stiffened.

Wu sat on the shabby cloth sofa behind him, leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, silently looking at the man in front of him who felt he had escaped from death.

Light and shadow flashed in his eyes, as if he was expecting more surprises from him.

"Why?" Jiang Cheng stood where he was, without turning his head, "Why did you appear here?"

The previous painting was also written by Lin Chen, but it is no different from him. He is the ghost in the painting. Even if he can get out of that painting, it shouldn't be so fast.

Putting on all the previous things, it seems that this guy has been waiting here.

Everything you do is within the other party's calculations.

He has calculated that he will see through the deception, and he has also calculated that he will leave the picture frame, so what steps should he take next?

Before Jiang Cheng had any reaction, the opponent's speed followed his body, and there would be no time to react.

0.01 seconds.

Or even shorter, just as Jiang Cheng turned around, he was pushed back by a huge force, and then slammed into the wall behind him.

A mouthful of blood was spat out, which seemed to be mixed with some sticky blue minced meat, which looked like broken internal organs.

Wu, representing the side of despair, let go of his hand, and slowly backed away.

Slowly lowering his head, blood dripped from the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth, and it hit the ground drop by drop. In his already flushed vision, a knife sank into his chest.

The terrifying power directly penetrated his body, pinning him to the wall behind him.

"Originally, you don't have to suffer like this." Looking at Jiang Cheng, a hint of impatience appeared in the corners of Wu's eyes.

"In painting, everything will become simple, and you won't have too much pain in that process." Wu Dan said, "It's you who complicate things."

"It's all your fault, so next" Wu paused for a second, then raised his head, "You have to learn to pay for your actions."

Wu's eyes became more and more crimson, and the scarlet was like the monstrous waves rising in the sea of ​​blood, reflected in Jiang Cheng's eyes, he seemed to see countless people struggling to survive in the sea of ​​blood, and more, floating and sinking stumps broken arm.

A sound that had never been heard before sounded in my ears, like some kind of horn, but it was just like, Jiangcheng suddenly felt a sense of encouragement from the vicissitudes of time.

He saw a huge book appear behind Wu.

No.

Not just books!

That's more... a door.

A door made of bronze.

The huge coercion pushed Jiang Cheng against the wall, and he couldn't move, his limbs trembled uncontrollably. The pressure brought by this door was more terrifying than the knife stuck in his chest.

Two meters away, Wu slowly stretched out his hand towards Jiang Cheng's chest, but in the next second, Jiang Cheng actually felt a hand piercing his body.

Inch by inch.

The severe pain seemed to tear his body apart, but the opponent's purpose was obviously not only to kill him, but more like... looking for something.

"Leave the door in your body to me for safekeeping." Wu's voice seemed to have a strange ability, and Jiang Cheng's consciousness began to collapse.

Fragments of some pictures began to flash in my mind.

The corners of each piece are blackened.

Like soaked in blood and fire.

　I'll have a meal first guys, there will be more later

(End of this chapter)