"Huh?" Wu's eyes paused, as if he found something strange. He clearly smelled the door on the opponent, but what...

Why did his door... disappear?

"Crack..."

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

The drawing paper was torn open with a **** hole, an arm stuck out of the frame, and soon, a **** female ghost crawled out.

She has scarlet eyes, panting heavily, and her body is covered with **** wounds. She probably killed her all the way, and the big knife in her hand is still dripping blood.

"Asshole!" The humanoid Weng Qing was like a zombie, slightly crouched, a pair of blood eyes fixed on Wu's body, "I want you to pay Taro!"

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

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

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

Not only couldn't withdraw it, but also involved him in the opponent's body.

The seemingly fierce slash slashed behind the man in black, and it turned into the sea like a mud cow.

No matter how strong the belief is, the gap in strength cannot be crossed.

Weng Qing's eyes were red, looking at the knife in her hand, and immediately afterwards, she rushed up with her red eyes. She was using her teeth to kill the creator of all the strange stories.

The sharp blade cut her body, and she was thrown heavily against the wall without even touching the corner of the other party's clothes.

She fell at the foot of Jiang Cheng with a faint breath.

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

He was just strange, but not afraid.

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

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

At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to fall asleep, and the physical pain was far less than the torment in his mind.

The pieces were pieced together and reorganized, and the sharp edges cut him to pieces.

"Om..."

There was a buzzing sound, there was no hand movement, a soft hand suddenly placed on his shoulder, "Don't go on like this anymore." Lin Chen appeared beside him.

At this time, Lin Chen was wearing a simple dress, and her white cheeks were already covered with tears, "Don't go on like this anymore." She cried out, "You weren't like this at first, did you?"

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

The pocket is cracked.

The picture hidden in the pocket.

Disappeared.

It was the woman who appeared just now!

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

"I'm sorry." Lin Chen slowly hugged his non-stiff body from behind, and the warmth felt like water, slowly spreading across his body.

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

"Let it go." A light appeared in Lin Chen's eyes, who was awakened by the painting, "Don't make any more mistakes."

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

"Heh." Without taking back his gaze, he looked at Jiang Cheng on the opposite side, "Come out, I know it's you!"

An illusory figure stepped out from behind Jiang Cheng, more precisely, from the shadow behind Jiang Cheng, backhand pulled out the knife that pierced his chest.

The figure wore a white windbreaker, which formed a sharp contrast with Wu, who was dressed in black. It was like light and dark, two different extremes.

Lifting his head, the man's face was exactly the same as No.

But the temperament of the two is completely different. The black-clothed eyebrows are sharp and full of evil spirits, while the white-clothed one has an easygoing temperament and warm eyebrows.

It is the good side of nothing.

"You have done a good job." The man who was exactly like Wu said, and while pulling out the knife, Jiang Cheng staggered, but in the end he stopped.

He felt half of his blood burning, while the other half seemed to be frozen with ice stubble in his veins.

Just now, he seemed to touch the memory lock in his mind, and the fleeting information violently impacted his mind.

So that I feel vague about what is happening in front of me.

In the confusion, Jiang Cheng's palm hurt, and the sharp blade pierced his palm, and immediately covered it with a cold.

"This door... or leave it to you." Shan Mian Mei took up Jiang Cheng's hand, and the next second, the two appeared behind the bronze door and printed the blood-stained hands on it.

In an instant, huge pain penetrated Jiang Cheng's body, and countless bloodshots stretched out from behind the door to tightly wrap his hand.

A series of dark red inscriptions appeared on the door, like the most ancient and obscure language.

"This is... what you said... let it go?" Hei Yi turned his face to look at Lin Chen behind him, with two lines of blood and tears in his eyes.

"For the so-called goodness in your heart, just watch me die?" Heiyiwu didn't smile, he opened the corner of his mouth, "Looking at my door... was taken away a little bit?"

Lin Chen's body trembled.

"Sister, you can forgive those who hurt you, but you want to kill me? Kill me who would do anything to protect you?" The blood and tears in his eyes fell into the corners of his mouth, without looking at the cowardly woman behind him.

"Where is he when I protect you and kill those who hurt you?" Wu pointed his finger at the self who was exactly like him but could live in the sun and warmth.

What makes it even more difficult for him to accept is that... he can have the love of his sister alone.

Is this... fair?

"Why?" screamed painlessly, "On the basis of his mouthful of benevolence and morality, on the basis that he will only say a few comforting words after sister you are hurt every time?"

"Sister, only I can protect you!"

"Whoever bullies you, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I will kill whoever, turn him into a strange story, let them live in fear forever, and make atonement for their actions!"

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

Strips of red curses surfaced on him, and then suddenly broke, and the restrictions that had been suppressed on him began to melt like ice and snow.

Huge cracks began to appear on the walls of the room, and the sky outside began to become weird.

The world behind this door, unexpectedly, under the influence of Black Clothes, began to become no longer stable, and even tended to collapse.

The despair that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

"You hypocritical fellow..." Wu slowly stood up, staring at the man who was exactly like him, and the shadow behind him began to become distorted.

In the sky outside, a crooked blood moon rose.