Nightmare Attack

"Well......"

Awakened by the huge tremor, the fat man opened his eyes in a daze, and the corridor in front of him was twisted incomprehensibly.

The whole building began to tilt to one side, debris rolled along the corridor, and a thick bottle slid into the fat man's leg.

Stopped.

The fat man, who was a little more conscious, immediately remembered what had happened before. He didn't even die. It was the blessing of the great ancestor.

He looked sideways at the door. Wei Jinting was lying on the door, peeping inside through the gap.

The fat man didn't worry about why he didn't die at all. He only knew that if Wei Jinting were allowed to enter the room, the doctor would be in serious trouble.

Glancing at the thick bottle beside his leg, the fat man picked it up quietly, then slowly stood up and approached Wei Jinting from behind.

Wei Jinting didn't know what he saw, he seemed to be very excited, still adjusting the angle from time to time, completely unaware of anyone approaching behind him.

The fat man raised the bottle with both hands, hooked his body, and pointed at the back of Wei Jinting's head, who was pouting his butt.

"Bring it to you!"

After the "boom", Wei Jinting's body first slammed into the door, and then collapsed like a pile of mud.

The fat man didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

That's it?

In just a few seconds, the surrounding changes became more and more exaggerated, and the door of 808 began to twist, making a "click" sound.

A huge crack runs along the door, from top to bottom, almost splitting the door.

The sight in the room surprised the fat man.

What rushed to the face was a breath of despair, a bronze door stood in the room, and countless small red lines protruded from the door, swaying like life.

And standing in front of the door is a doctor.

He was entangled with countless red threads, densely packed, as if caught in a spider web, but not far away, he turned into a bottomless sea of ​​blood.

Two silhouettes that were so fast that they were vaguely smashed into each other fiercely, fighting like wild beasts, until one vomited blood and retreated.

When he saw these two people clearly, the expression in Fatty's eyes changed.

The person who can barely stand only with the knife is the man in black.

The other one who came in blood, is also Wu, but the good side of Wu on the back of the painting.

As the good face was stepped down, the sea of ​​blood under the feet gradually changed color, the bright red was washed away, and the sea began to return to its original clarity.

The dead bodies and broken arms floating in the sea were slowly shrouded in light, and gradually disappeared.

The outcome has been divided.

But it's not clear why, the fat man actually thought he was a little pitiful when he saw the man in black.

The sobbing of Lin Chen on one side vaguely made the fat man irritable. She kept letting the people in black forgive her. She shouldn't have created him in despair.

The despair he couldn't bear, he shouldn't let him bear it for himself.

The reason why he became like this was his own fault.

And now, it's time to end it all.

A group of human figures appeared by the bronze door, and the figures were very vague, but some of them made the fat man feel like he had previously known each other.

The haze enveloped in the sky dispersed, everything was heading in a good direction, and the fat man was even more surprised that the door in front of the doctor made a shocking buzzing noise.

The doctor's current state is very strange, as if his mind is being imprisoned by something, but the fat man feels instinctively that the doctor is not in danger.

That door... seemed to resonate with the doctor in a sense.

Everything around is slowly disappearing, including all kinds of people.

A faint halo appeared on the door.

The door opened a gap.

As if being pulled by some kind of force, the doctor did not move, but his body was being pushed forward, half of his body had passed the door.

But just after the fat man thought the doctor would leave the door, the next second, the door trembled as if being guided by a certain will, it was actually starting to go crazy.

And it starts to close. At this speed, Jiang Cheng's body will be pinched off.

This door has accepted Jiang Cheng, but the will of the former owner still remains in this door, and he is still making the final resistance.

No longer hesitating, the fat man rushed towards the door.

He didn't know how to do it, just like facing a door in life, the fat man reached out his hand, pulled the door tightly, and then tried his best to pull it out.

The door shaft creaked.

After sensing the slowing down of the door closing speed, the fat man was delighted.

Actually useful!

He increased his strength, the door began to open little by little, and Jiang Cheng also recovered some of his consciousness. After glancing at the fat man, he immediately disappeared from the door.

It was definitely not enough to accommodate the big and small fat guys that Jiang Cheng passed through, so he suffocated his breath and extended the door a bit bigger.

It was as if it was once cooked and cooked again, this door gave the fat man good feedback, and then the fat man also left the door.

The light and shadow in front of him changed. After returning to the familiar room, the fat man's legs softened and he almost fell to the ground, his arms seemed to be filled with lead.

But before he had time to check himself, the doctor lay on the ground not far in front of him.

"Doctor." The fat man trot over, squatting down, "How are you?"

He noticed that the doctor's body was trembling constantly, and wanted to lift him up on the sofa, but unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng pushed him away.

"Doctor?"

Without giving any reason, Jiang Cheng reluctantly stood up by himself, then stumbled to the bathroom, and closed the door with a "bang".

"Are you okay, doctor." The fat man stood outside the bathroom door, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but just after leaving the nightmare, his mind was confused as a paste.

Many faces appeared in his mind, similar to playing a slideshow, but strangely, those faces were covered by a layer of fog.

Just when he wanted to push through the fog, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

It's very dark inside.

I could only vaguely see the doctor standing in front of the mirror, leaning down, with the faucet on, and constantly splashing cold water on his face.

It feels like the doctor is going to burn all over now.

Fatty has never seen such a doctor.

Fortunately, this crazy behavior only lasted for a short while, and then the doctor turned around, walked out, and pulled a towel.

The towel is soggy ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and it keeps dripping down.

"I'm fine." Jiang Cheng exhaled and said, "Go up and rest."

"Doctor, slow down, let me help you." The doctor's state was obviously wrong, and the fat man stepped forward and held his arm.

The fat man felt Jiang Cheng's arm tremble, seemingly resisting.

He couldn't help frowning, but it was okay, not in the end.

When he turned around and walked up the stairs, the fat man always felt that something was wrong, not just the doctor, but...the surroundings.

It's a feeling of being peeped.

It's like an extra pair of eyes.

The two came upstairs together, Jiang Cheng took his hand back, and walked into the bedroom alone.

The moment the fat man turned around, the dim shadow Jiang Cheng left on the wall suddenly stopped, and then slowly turned his head.

But Jiangcheng was still walking.