Strange movements constantly emanated from the realm, and those monsters born from the human heart finally gradually formed. If I were alone, I would be safe for a while, but the man in front of me, although he should have been exposed to "mystery", is still no better than ordinary people in psychology. Fear, pressure, and speculation touched the trap mechanism of this boundary a little bit. But then again, it is impossible for people who think with normal thoughts to maintain a sense of normality in this atmosphere. No, it's not enough to just maintain a normal heart. You can't really accept the life that survives in this atmosphere. You will definitely be swallowed by such an environment at some point.

The man finally couldn't hold the pressure anymore. He stared at a shadow and looked down at his eyes. I saw a mouthful of dogs sticking out of the darkness. There were several long and weird howling sounds in the air, and it seemed that black shadows running on all fours could be seen from the top of the building.

I didn't see exactly what that was, but that thing has begun to surround us, just like the hunting hyena, it is possible to attack at any time.

"So, can I answer my question?" I looked away and said to the man, "As long as you are alive, these things will be endless. In the final analysis, they are originally monsters born from your heart. Can you understand? "

"What's the problem?" The man withdrew his gaze around the observation and said to me hardly.

"..." I felt it before asking the question. For the time being it was not calm and talking, I flicked my arms and popped the edge of the arm. The "squeal" metal friction sound made me feel safe enough, but let The man on the other side was terrified, and immediately pulled out the pistol and pointed at me: "Don't move! Otherwise I will shoot!"

"It's stupid." I said, an invisible high-speed passage directly behind him, as I entered the speed sweep. There is a black shadow that pounced from the top of the man's head and behind him, but he relatively solidified his figure in my Mercedes.

The movement of the boundary became sluggish. The man's eyes were fixed on my original position. He didn't respond at all. What dangerous situation he was already in, the black shadow rushing at him was like slow motion towards his body. Falling, open mouth canine teeth staggered. This dog's mouth occupies half of its body, like a crocodile with its mouth open, and the upper and lower jaws are almost straight.

This huge mouth is the most obvious part of the shadow, and the rest is just the black smoke dragged by the tail.

For the time being, according to its appearance characteristics. It ’s better to call it “black dogs”. I do n’t know yet. These black dogs are a fixed representation of monsters in this realm, or they are just monsters born of this man. My intuition is more inclined to the former.

I jumped over the top of the man's head and cut off the black dog that seemed to hang in the air. The feel is not very hard, but it is not like the nihility of stinging smoke. Some are like chopping soft cotton. If it is a blunt attack, there is not enough speed and it should have no effect. Moreover, this loose feel and past experience also hinted at me, would n’t they just die immediately because of the severance—is it somehow undead? Once the number of such monsters increases. Will become tricky.

However, even if I can't kill them completely, it doesn't prevent me from breaking away. After all, our speeds are too different. I turned around, and before landing, the blade was like a turbine, involved in another black dog trying to attack the man from the back. When the man's body moved slightly, I had waved the knife until the two black dogs were cut into pieces.

While lifting the quick sweep. After waving the coat violently, the black dog completely smashed after being broken, and was blown against the wall in the blowing wind. When it hit the wall, it immediately fell against the wall like sand. However, before landing, there was no trace left.

"Your muzzle is in the wrong place." I said standing behind the man. The man turned his head tremblingly. Although he did n’t see the scene, the ugly face that had just turned back from the ghost gate had already let me know that his psychology was close to collapse. Looks like, I thought his mentality will be harder.

"Then, what is that?" He asked with a trembling voice. This tone made me think that although he hadn't had time to look back before, he seemed to "see" the process of the black dog attacking himself.

"You ... saw?" I asked calmly.

"Yes." The man said, "I saw something strange when I was very young."

"--No, I don't think it has anything to do with seeing demons and ghosts when you were a kid. What happened here is just a dream that is so realistic that you will die." I asked: "You Have you ever used a paradise? The psychedelic effect of that thing is too strong, it will make people feel like they are in a dream all day. "As far as I know, not every goat in the goat guild is addicted. The person can have super powers, most of them are like stimulants injected, super physical performance, even like drugs, because they can not distinguish between facts and illusions, and can not produce a normal sense of fear, but, no doubt, taking Guys who have gotten this kind of medicine will produce extreme emotions and stimulate some consciousness. If this man is an addict and is taking a "paradise" before being dragged into the border, the border now becomes more dangerous than I originally thought.

"What question do you want to ask? Hurry up and let me leave this ghost place!" The man widened his eyes and looked around sensitively. The death of the two black dogs made other weird movements bigger, Although for the time being it seems to have been bluffed and did not act immediately, but the next attack, there will be an overwhelming number.

"You recently came to a cadre called Luan Zhong." I said, "Tell me, all the relevant things you know."

"To make a long story short, I know there is such a guy who really met him, but it is not clear whether he is called Luan Zhong." The man said quickly, "He has an action after zero hour, The person in charge above my level has followed. What exactly is done, it is not clear, but probably that kind of thing? Recently, we have been collecting babies ... "Speaking of which. He seemed to recall something unbearable, and suddenly covered his mouth as if he was about to spit out, trembling and said, "I, I am really against this kind of thing, but, me. I am also forced." He hugged his head and seemed to recall what had happened, causing him to collapse. To him, it seemed that the kind of memory scared him more than the current weird crisis.

Of course, I don't think so. His performance is normal. I also don't think that, in the past, those things that he witnessed and participated in really made him have such profound regrets, guilt and conscience rebuke. It's just that, in this realm, negative things are magnified, making "weirdness" more powerful. Isn't it a matter of course?

"Forgive me, forgive me, I really didn't mean it." The man murmured, staring at me suddenly, an expression of a ghost. I didn't turn around. The movements behind me kept suggesting that the man wasn't acting for me. but--

I closed my right eye, the air defense body, and felt the existence of Zhenjiang through my left eye, and through the Zhenjiang, I felt the "jiang" in my heart, just like there was an invisible chain connecting the three of us. Vague information conveys my intuition through this connection, what lies behind me. Although it exists, it does not come against me. I feel that the huge one is full of visual impact. The indescribable posture, but do n’t look at it, do n’t deeply understand its existence, if you have too much contact with this guy, maybe I will become the goal.

It was a real monster, born from the man in front of him, and nourished by the negative emotions that he was constantly magnified by the boundary. Nothing could really solve it except for the man in front of him.

"Save, save me, save me!" The man shot with a gun. I didn't move. The bullet passed directly by my cheek, but there was no sound of hitting objects. The man softened his legs in front of my eyes, snotted and teared, and kept crawling backwards. He yelled at me, like the monster behind me: "Not me! Not me, I did not hurt you! You should n’t be looking for me. Save me, save me, did n’t you say you want to let me go? Let me go! ”

"Where is Luanzhong's rally?" I continued to ask.

"In--" His words hadn't been finished, his voice had become incoherent, as if he had cut his throat and made a sobbing voice without seeing blood, but his face was becoming purple and blue due to lack of oxygen. In fact, if his mentality is normal again, he may realize that there is no problem with not breathing in this state.

I know that this man is going to die, killed by the monster in his heart. I did n’t move. Although I did n’t get the clearest conclusion, for Jiang, even if it was too late to “speak”, no, it was just a clue that “I could n’t hear clearly.” Go for it. After all, if it weren't for Jiang to be restricted by certain internal and external factors, this man might not even have the chance to play. However, on the contrary, it is precisely because of the restriction of "Jiang" that it is always impossible to do things well, but it is more reassuring-after all, such "Jiang" represents "uncertainty". No destined result is better than a bad result destined.

So, so be it. Letting this man be eaten by the monster in his heart may reduce some of the monsters that appear because of him-especially the "invisible monster" that has moved from behind me to his front, letting it disappear with his master, Is the best way to deal with it.

The man was grabbed by the invisible monster and mentioned that his half-air body was twitching like a twitch, his facial features were bleeding, and his eyes were about to be squeezed out. He could still shoot at first, but after a breath, the strength of pulling the trigger disappeared. His violent eyes suddenly turned to me, as if resenting me for not fulfilling his promise to let him leave the boundary.

However, let ’s not mention that he has n’t had time to finish everything he knows, even if he really tells the truth, the promise I want to fulfill is just a word game-I am saying "Let you go back" But, since "you can't go back yourself", there is no way.

"I will always remember you in my heart." I ignored the extremely intense and pungent negative emotions that burst out in his eyes and looked at him calmly, saying so.

The man made a gurgling sound as if to say something, but only vomited a large amount of purple-black liquid and things that seemed to be fragments of internal organs from his throat-these things seemed to be fermented, more than his body could hold, and remained in The part of his body suddenly made his stomach bulge like a woman who had been pregnant for several months. Immediately afterwards, the belly was also pounded by living things from inside. Look at the raised traces, like the arms of babies-it ’s really uncomfortable, and it reminds me of some disgusting scenes, I hope they do n’t really do that kind of thing, but that kind of cult organization will do this. Things. Is n’t that normal?

"Baby ..." I said to myself: "Ritual, place ..." There are already several lockable positions in my heart. After all, I do n’t think Luan is important to do anything that does n’t have large-scale vicious consequences casually. The bigger the scene, the stronger the effect. In a city, there are fewer eligible locations.

Although the times have changed, I can't just copy the situation in a doomsday illusion, but I am not the little guy who just started.

Only hearing the explosion of the water bag, the man's body was torn apart. The flesh and blood splashed with the dirt in the body, and from this splash of dirt, one baby arm after another was detected. However, there is no specific form for the monster's body, which is a cloud of contorts twisted into a continuous shape. The "invisible monster" that shattered the man's head was standing in front of me, but the dirty monster crossed from both sides of it and rushed towards me. The blank part is somewhat outlined by the blurry outline of the "invisible monster".

I started the speed sweep at the first time, and jumped to the side street lamp. When the dirty purple and black liquid swept up the light pole and climbed, I jumped back to Zhenjiang again. I thought to myself that I really don't want to cut such dirty things with a blade. Zhenjiang turned around at the same time, but caught something in his right hand, which was invisible to the naked eye. But the volume is huge, and there is a very heavy feeling-is it the "invisible monster" born from the heart of the man? It didn't even die with the man, and, close to our speed. It's really fast enough.

I didn't look back, because Zhenjiang could never lose.

The heavy and huge monster that could not be seen, while Zhenjiang turned around, was smashed into the purple and black dirty monster that was rushed. There was a dull loud noise, the ground cracked into a cobweb, and at the same time the earth and stone splashed, the purple-black liquid was also smashed and scattered. Zhen Jiang lowered his head, murmured to himself for a moment, and did not know what to say. His long hair covered his face, and he looked very gloomy.

The ground shook a few times, and the invisible giant monster stood up, and the purple and black dirty monster entrenched on its body, wrapping a rough outline. The two seemed to be preparing to fit together, but Zhenjiang suddenly rushed forward, and the claw-like palm left a deep mark on the outline. With her feet a little, she turned over from the monster's head. Then, a crack appeared in the space behind the monster, just like it was caught by Zhen Jiang. In a blink of an eye, she swallowed the monster completely.

From beginning to end, the supposedly powerful monster has no room to fight back-Zhenjiang's fighting style has some deviations from my past cognition. This bursting and rhythmic action character should be Fujiang's Style?

"So-is Fu Jiang?" I asked. The woman in front of her eyes was inexplicably blurred, as if covered by something translucent.

"That's right." At the same time the woman answered, her posture became clear again. Her dress hadn't changed as before, but the gloomy metamorphosis of Zhenjiang's, neurotic breath was completely empty, emitting a kind of flesh and flesh. The same healthy and tough beauty. She took out the rubber band from her pocket, tied her beautiful black long hair into a ponytail, and turned around with a cool smile with a long absence, said to me: "I haven't seen you for a long time, my little sweetheart."

"I haven't seen you for a long time." I sighed. "Although I don't remember well, it seems that even after my death ..."

"Is it?" Fu Jiang smiled cheerfully, and suddenly grabbed my shirt, and pulled me over, next to my face, a strong expression said: "I said that I haven't seen you for a long time. Really? Sweetheart ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Is n’t there?

"Of course not." I stared at Fu Jiang, and a strong emotion pushed me and hugged her tightly: "I can still see you-it's great."

Fu Jiang was silent for a moment, pushed my head away, and pulled my hem, and lifted me up, biting my lip in one bite, my tongue stirring violently in my mouth. It took a while to end this kiss. She licked her lips and said, "I still feel the past, the original taste."

"Fujiang ... my saliva is not a red pot of herbal tea." I said.

"I know, I know. Men don't choose words like that." Fu Jiang embraced my waist, glanced at the damaged ground, and looked around at the surrounding environment. Although the man was dead and clean and could not survive in the normal world, the monsters bred by his entry still roamed the boundary.

"Huh, it's really uncomfortable." Fu Jiang complained: "I really don't understand why that guy likes this environment so much, only the guy with a faulty head can live here for a long time." (To be continued) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile users, please go to m to read.)