Nightmare Attack

Chapter 426

Chapter 426

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

Why did his door disappear?

"Squeak."

A harsh rubbing sound rang in his ears, he frowned slightly, and the painting on the easel beside him began to bulge outward, with a hideous grimace on it.

A bloody tear was torn open on the drawing paper, an arm protruded from the frame, and soon, a bloody female ghost crawled out.

Her eyes were scarlet, she was panting heavily, and her whole body was covered with bloody wounds. She probably killed her all the way here, and the big knife in her hand was still dripping blood.

"Bastard!" Weng Qing, who had lost his human form, was like a zombie, slightly hunched over, his blood eyes fixed on Wu's body, "I want you to pay for Taro's life!"

In the next second, the big knife slashed at Wu Wu's back.

Maybe it was because of his courage towards Weng Qing, or maybe he didn't expect a ghost to break through such a restriction, so he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But suddenly found that the hand was attracted by a strange force.

Instead of being able to pull it out, it actually pulled him into the opponent's body.

The seemingly ferocious slash on the back of the man in black was like a mud cow falling into the sea.

No matter how strong the belief is, it cannot overcome the gap in strength.

Weng Qing looked at the knife in her hand with red eyes, and immediately rushed forward with red eyes. Even with her teeth, she wanted to kill the creator of all the strange stories.

The sharp blade cut her body, and she was slammed against the wall without even touching the corner of the opponent's clothes.

She fell at the foot of Jiangcheng with a faint breath.

What really attracted Wu's attention was the man in front of him, this man named Hao Shuai, whose powerful attraction gave Wu a brand new feeling.

He's just weird, but not intimidated.

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

"It seems that you have to be cut open to find the door." Holding the handle of the knife with one hand, it rotated slowly, and blood flowed out along the wound.

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

Those fragments were put together and reassembled, and the sharp edges cut him into pieces.

"buzz"

There was a buzzing sound, Wushou paused, and a soft hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, "Don't go on like this." Lin Chen appeared beside him.

At this moment, Lin Chen was wearing a simple dress, and her fair cheeks were already covered with tears, "Don't go on like this." She called out, "You weren't like this in the beginning, right?"

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

The pockets are ripped open.

The painting hidden in the pocket.

Disappeared.

It was the woman who suddenly appeared just now!

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

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

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have portrayed you in despair. I'm too selfish. I can't bear the despair, and I shouldn't let you bear it for me."

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

A huge picture book unfolded behind him, and one figure after another walked out of the picture book, and the despair in the eyes of the figures was gradually washed away and became clear and clear.

"Heh." Wu looked back 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 pierced his chest with his backhand.

The figure was wearing a white windbreaker, which formed a sharp contrast with Wu who was wearing black, like light and darkness, two different extremes.

Raising his head, the man's face was exactly the same as Wu's.

But the temperaments of the two are completely different. The one in black has sharp eyebrows and eyes full of evil spirits, while the one in white has an easy-going temperament and warm eyebrows.

It is the good side of nothing.

"You've done a good job." The man who looked exactly like Wu said, while pulling out the knife, Jiang Cheng staggered a bit, but finally stopped.

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 full of 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 I feel vague about what is happening in front of my eyes.

In the confusion, Jiang Cheng felt pain in his palm, and the sharp blade cut through his palm, and then it was covered with ice cold.

"Let's leave this door to you." Shan Mianwu took Jiang Cheng's hand, and in the next second, the two of them appeared behind the bronze door and stamped their bloody handprints on it.

In an instant, great pain pierced through Jiang Cheng's body, and countless threads of blood stretched out from behind the door and tightly wrapped around his hand.

A series of dark red inscriptions emerged on the door, like the oldest obscure language.

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

"For the so-called kindness in your heart, you just watch me die?" Hei Yiwu smiled, and he opened the corner of his mouth, "Look at my door. Was it taken away little by little?"

Lin Chen's body trembled.

"Sister, you can let go and forgive those who hurt you, but you want to kill me? Kill me who is willing to do anything to protect you?" Blood and tears fell into the corners of his mouth, Wu looked at the cowardly woman behind him.

"Where was he when I was protecting you and killing those who hurt you?" Wu stretched out his hand, pointing at the identical self.

He didn't understand why the other party could live in sunshine and warmth from the very beginning.

What made him even more unacceptable was that he could win the love of his sister alone.

Is this... fair?

"Why?" He roared without pain, "Just because of his benevolence and morality, because he only says a few words of comfort every time you are hurt, sister?"

"Sister, I am the only one who can protect you!"

"Whoever bullies you, I will kill him, turn him into a monster, let them live in fear forever, and atone for their actions!"

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

Strips of red curses emerged from his body, then snapped off suddenly, and the restraints on him began to melt like ice and snow.

Huge cracks began to appear on the walls of the room, and the sky outside also became bizarre.

Under the influence of Hei Yiwu, the world behind this door 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 stood up slowly, staring at the man who was exactly like himself, and the shadow behind him began to become distorted.

In the sky outside, a blood moon rose.

(End of this chapter)