Nightmare Attack

Chapter 439 The Prisoner

Chapter 439 The Prisoner

"It's rare." Gong Zhe took another puff and threw the cigarette away, "Just having the door, my perception is so sharp."

"But this is not necessarily a good thing for you." Gong Zhe said: "You have to learn to restrain your desires and not be controlled by things behind the door."

"Otherwise... that shelter is your final destination. Of course, if you are a little bit lucky, you may be directly killed by your former companions."

"Is this the benefit of entering the nightmare?" An Xuan opened his sleeve, and the door in his hand became more and more alluring.

He even felt that the blood in his body was going to burn in the face of Gong Zhe.

His eyes gradually turned red, and there was a strange voice whispering in his ear, like a bewitching, irresistible.

There was a strange desire in his heart, he wanted to cut open the body of the middle-aged man in front of him, and dig out the door in his body.

Then keep it for yourself.

But slowly, the remaining rationality gained the upper hand, An Xuan's expression slowly changed back, he panted heavily, as if he had walked through the gate of hell.

But his description is not wrong.

If he lost control, Gong Zhe would indeed directly break his neck.

After all, it is completely out of control, and it is unrealistic and unnecessary to control him. Even if they are sent to a shelter, they will be judged as extremely dangerous.

Will be executed immediately and secretly.

Execution by injection.

The pain suffered by that kind of death will be more real and intense.

He thought that even if An Xuan chose by himself, he would not want to go there.

"What exactly is a door?"

"It's a contract." Gong Zhe emphasized: "The blood contract."

"Blood contract?"

Gong Zhe smiled, and the scar under the twitching mouth also moved, looking very unfriendly, "Do you still remember how this door on your body came from?"

An Xuan frowned, there seemed to be a vague memory in his mind, but it was not very clear.

This feeling is like finding a thread in a mess of wool.

"Yes." A light flashed in An Xuan's eyes, "It's a piece of white paper. Someone asked us to cut off our left hand and print it on the white paper."

"That white paper is alive! It sucked the blood on it, and then..." An Xuan held his head, and various fragmented pictures began to appear in his mind, sometimes clear and sometimes broken.

"No no, it was all a dream." An Xuan closed his eyes tightly, with a painful expression on his face, "It's all a dream, it's just a dream, I haven't experienced that at all."

Gong Zhe didn't urge him either.

The young man in front of him is a very nice guy, very similar to the guy he met before.

But this young man is obviously more formal. After all, he was born in the night watchman, unlike the other one.

He believed that this young man named An Xuan could think clearly by himself.

Some facts, although cruel, still have to learn to accept.

Now that he is ready to cooperate, he still hopes that his partner will be smarter and have a better understanding of the reality of this world.

After a long while, An Xuan gradually calmed down. He supported the back of the front seat, his face was bloodshot, "It's brainwashing."

"The picture in my mind is the trace left by incomplete brainwashing. They used our bodies to do some ulterior things." He gritted his teeth, "It's those guys from the executive department"

"That blank sheet of paper is what you call a blood contract!"

Gong Zhe didn't answer directly, the question was meaningless, he believed that the young man behind him had guessed pretty well.

"Each piece of white paper is a contract, a contract between you and the door represented by this white paper, or more precisely, a contract with the thing behind that door."

"Once the contract is fulfilled, it cannot be changed. You will gain the power of the thing behind the door. Correspondingly, you will also bear the curse imposed on you by the thing behind the door."

"The curse will gradually deepen as time goes on, or the number of times you use it. The curse cannot be lifted, but there are ways to prolong the outbreak of the curse."

An Xuan raised his head, with countless bloodshot eyes hidden in his eyes, "By absorbing other people's door, right?"

"That's the truth." Gong Zhe said approvingly, "But we generally don't call it absorbing, we call it seizing, and for the guy who masters the door, we generally call it a disciple."

"Disciple?" An Xuan's pupils constricted violently after hearing the name, "Crimson?"

People in Crimson used to call themselves disciples.

"Yes." Gong Zhe nodded, "All of them also have doors, which is why the Night Watchman's Executive Department wants to reform you."

"If you want to deal with the devil, you must first make yourself a devil."

"I don't know if there are gods in this world, but please believe that even if there are gods, they can't deal with the things behind the door."

"Because there are not only ghosts behind the door, but also some existences that you can't understand at all. You can call them weird."

"Only the door of alienation can produce weirdness. Similarly, weirdness is more unpredictable than ghosts, because ghosts become after death, but weirdness is not. The way they are produced is strange."

"I hope you can understand them as a kind of will, the will produced by nightmares"

"The will cannot be guessed or countered by manpower. The only thing that can resist the will is another, bigger and stronger will."

"And the will cannot be destroyed, it can only be erased, which is what the disciples call inheritance." Gong Zhe said in one breath.

"Only the door of alienation can produce weirdness, and weirdness, can it be inherited?" An Xuan's eyes were strange, "Through the inheritance door?"

"clever."

"How did the door become alienated?" Gong Zhe's words opened up a new world for An Xuan, and he was eager to dig out all the information he knew about the door.

"There are two types." Gong Zhe seemed to be in good spirits, "The first type is more straightforward, and it is taken from the disciples who have the Alienation Sect."

"But this is difficult. The power that a disciple with an ordinary door can control is difficult to fight against a disciple of an alienated door, but it is not completely impossible."

"The power of ghosts is no match for the power of weirdness." An Xuan nodded, "Can I understand that?"

"Not accurate, but it sounds very straightforward." Gong Zhe commented.

"What about the second type?" An Xuan asked again.

"The second point is much more troublesome. You need to enter a door of alienation and break it." Gong Zhe said: "Then you are equivalent to getting the approval of this door of alienation."

"Become the new owner of this alienation door?"

"No." Gong Zhe's face suddenly became serious, "It seems that you haven't understood the situation we are facing."

"No one can really control a door, even the most common door." Turning around, Gong Zhe looked at An Xuan calmly, making the latter frightened.

"We are all slaves to doors, prisoners to nightmares."

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(End of this chapter)