This standard villain Jiang Cheng would not accept the speech. According to his experience in watching movies for many years, it is generally not a cannon fodder or a hidden boss.

But the one standing in front of him is obviously not the former.

According to the normal plot in the movie, the next thing is that someone dissatisfied or even ridiculed, but the person who said this would be killed directly in the next second.

And death is terrible.

The gloomy breath spreads in the room, like adding a layer of gray filter to the room, a touch of anxiety is fermenting, and Jiang Cheng vaguely feels that something is about to happen.

Just as he glanced back and forth, trying to find a way out, something on his side seemed to move, and he looked down at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen's fingers... actually moved.

Jiang Cheng's expression changed.

Although a long time has passed, Jiang Cheng understands what he couldn't figure out before, just a few seconds under the tense spirit.

So after seeing Lin Chen opened his eyes and then sat up in a daze, he didn't show any surprise, just watched quietly.

Lin Chen seemed to have forgotten what she had done before. She sat on the bed slowly for a while, lowered her head, her body was pitifully thin.

A faint gray halo enveloped her, after Lin Chen came back from the dead, the despair in her heart seemed to increase again.

She left the bed without wearing slippers, barefoot, and stepped on the cold ground.

Like walking corpses, walked to the huge picture frame.

The frame at this moment can't give Jiang Cheng any artistic beauty at all, but it makes him feel uncomfortable.

Standing in the corner of the wall, the easel almost as high as Lin Chen, looked more like a gallows in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Lin Chen grabbed the pen without expression and started the next painting.

Without any skill, only heartfelt despair is venting, and the thin drawing paper is like a Shura field at this moment.

It is hard to imagine what this thin woman has experienced.

Slowly lowering his hands, Jiang Cheng, who turned around, looked directly at Lin Chen's eyes with those scarlet eyes.

It seems to be looking at a most beloved work, and it is as if the younger brother is full of attachment to the older sister, it is a touch of attachment like a poppy.

crazy.

Morbid.

Even more terrifying is the kind of heart-palpiting purity.

"Why?" Jiang Cheng looked at the man in black, and the previous restraint disappeared in his words. "She will commit suicide at this time every day, and then wake up again."

"You trapped her in this reincarnation!" Jiang Cheng said loudly, "You are using her despair to create more and more strange stories!"

"I'm protecting her." Renwu's tone in black did not fluctuate. He looked at the almost mad woman in front of the easel, with infatuation in his eyes. "The reason why my sister has become like this is that she doesn't know how to protect herself. , She is so cowardly, she doesn't even know the darkness of this world."

"She always chooses to forgive, choose to swallow her breath, hide everything in her heart, and tell no one." Wu's expression began to change, and a blood-red curse like a spell appeared on his skin, and the atmosphere was a little out of control.

"I asked her to kill anyone who hurt her, but she refused!"

There was no wind in the black windbreaker, and Wu's shadow appeared on the wall behind him, but the shadow was much taller and more terrifying than the black-clothed Man Wu.

It seems that Wu Wu, the man in black in Jiang Cheng's eyes, is just the appearance, the tip of the iceberg exposed on the water, while the real Wu is hidden under the cold deep water.

And this tip of the iceberg has forced everyone into desperation.

"Only by letting my sister create a strange story, she will know the nature of this world, and I will not allow anyone to hurt my sister."

Looking at Lin Chen who was painting with useless attachment, it was hard to imagine that such a handsome face had such sharp eyebrows.

A bitter cold pierced Jiang Cheng's body like an electric current, and he felt as if he was being stared at by the devil, but he didn't look at him clearly.

In his eyes, there was only one woman.

He just stood there silently, as if he didn't care about anything and didn't care about anything, as long as...Lin Chen was still by his side.

Turning his gaze, the scene that appeared in the next scene made him unconsciously pause. It was not the man in black who stared at him, but... his shadow on the wall.

The shadow is invisible and quality, far more than 3 meters high, and a part of it is even bent on the ceiling, almost blending with the darkness.

A pair of long, narrow, scarlet eyes embedded in them, staring at him coldly.

Jiang Cheng unexpectedly read a strong desire from those eyes.

It is coveting something.

From myself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

The hopelessness accumulated before was squandered again. After recovering a trace of consciousness, Lin Chen absolutely could not accept that he would paint such a weird painting.

She collapsed, clutching her body with both hands, and finally her face, her fair skin was torn, and blood stains were caught.

Jiang Cheng looked hurt.

Taking advantage of the moment when the man in black was not distracted, Jiang Cheng no longer hesitated, rushed over with a vigorous step, and stretched his hand into his pocket at the same time.

What he wants to do is self-evident.

Show Lin Chen's previous paintings, the good face behind Man Wu in black, so as to awaken her memories and the original intention of creating Wu.

Creating nothing is just a way for Lin Chen to escape reality. What she wanted to create at the beginning was the good side.

As for the nothingness of this dark side... its appearance is just a terrible derivative.

What's more frightening is that this derivative actually swayed the creator while completely suppressing the good side.

But fortunately, he could not eliminate the good side.

It's like no matter how strong a person is, he will never be able to destroy his shadow.

The huge and terrifying coercion struck from behind, and the light of the knife instantly illuminated this small room.

Even more weird is that ~lightnovelpub.net~ is clearly not behind him, but it gives Jiang Cheng the feeling that the knife is about to fall on the center of his eyebrows.

But fortunately, Jiang Cheng was a little bit faster after all.

A slight wound had been cracked between the eyebrows, and a few drops of bright red blood dripped along the eyebrows, and that kind of nothingness was hidden deep in Lin Chen's heart.

As long as, and only through this painting!

In order to wake up the good side and end all this.

But the next second, Jiang Cheng stopped.

He put his hand in his pocket and did not take out the painting.

Lin Chen stood in front of him with a look of pain and confusion, everything seemed to be true.

And the blade that was about to cut Jiang Cheng from the center of his eyebrows also disappeared suddenly.

There was a strange peace in the air, as if nothing had happened.