Nightmare Attack

After a while, a dull voice came from behind, "Tell me." After a pause, he continued to ask: "How did you tell?" "

Without answering the other party's question, Jiang Cheng picked up the paintbrush that fell on the ground and stabbed it towards Lin Chen.

The paintbrush, which was definitely not sharp, pierced Lin Chen's chest easily.

In Lin Chen's disbelieving eyes, large amounts of blood poured out and splashed all over Jiang Cheng's face.

But Jiang Cheng smiled.

"it is as expected."

The bright red blood had no fishy smell. Jiang Cheng licked the blood droplets on his lips, and a strange astringency filled his mouth.

pigment.

It's the smell of paint.

not blood

Here is a painting.

And they are all in this painting.

Now that he had been seen through, Lin Chen's expression gradually became calm, and then slowly melted into a pool of colorful paint that exuded smell.

Jiang Cheng removed his shoes to prevent himself from getting paint stuck to his body.

"I'm asking you something." Wu's voice rose and fell for the first time, "How did you tell that this was in a painting?"

The situation gradually changed. Facing Wu, the man in black, Jiang Cheng gradually gained confidence, "I'm not dead." He looked at Wu behind him and said.

"According to your ability, you could have killed me the moment I rushed towards Lin Chen." Jiang Cheng looked at him, "But you didn't."

"If Lin Chen is real, then you will never allow this to happen. You and I both know what will happen after Lin Chen sees this painting."

Looking at Jiang Cheng, another emotion gradually emerged in Wu's eyes, "Keep talking, I know it's more than that."

There were very few people who could make Jiang Cheng feel like he was meeting his opponent. Chen Ran was one of them. The woman named Li Lu was also quite troublesome, and there was also the middle-aged man beside Xia Meng.

But their strengths lie more in their strategies and methods, but the guy in front of them gave him a completely different sense of threat.

In his eyes, Jiang Cheng couldn't find anything that could scare him.

He decided not to anger him for the time being, so he returned: "But you deliberately let me run to Lin Chen, and I knew it was a trap. As for this, this is the world in the painting."

He paused, then pointed to a corner, about 3 or 4 meters away from where he was, with a sofa nearby.

There was nothing there.

But Wu nodded, seemingly understanding what Jiang Cheng meant, "It's that mirror."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng slowly backed away while continuing to explain: "I have seen Lin Chen's paintings before, and the last one was this room."

"This place is exactly the same as the one in the painting, except that the mirror is missing. Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes, "I remember that someone noticed the mirror that existed in the painting, and that mirror reflected the real you. "

"You who are evil to the dark side."

"Because you were worried that the plan would be exposed, you erased the existence of that mirror." Jiang Cheng walked to the easel, took a long breath and said, "It's not your fault, it's just that I'm smarter."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng bumped towards the easel.

Immediately afterwards, the light and shadow in front of him changed. After staggering a few steps, he stepped firmly and stabilized his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still in room 808, but the strange feeling that had always lingered in his heart was gone.

The gray filter that originally shrouded the room was also removed.

Here, it is reality in a certain sense.

Just when Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and was about to find the real Lin Chen immediately, a deep voice sounded behind him, "Well done."

The moment he heard this sound, Jiang Cheng's body suddenly stiffened.

Wu sat on the shabby cloth sofa behind him, leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, silently looking at the man in front of him who thought he had escaped death.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, as if he was expecting him to bring more surprises to him.

"Why?" Jiang Cheng stood there without looking back, "Why did you appear here?"

The previous painting was also written by Lin Chen, but it was no different from him. He was the ghost in the painting. Even if he could escape from that painting, he shouldn't be so quick.

Putting on everything that happened before, it seems like this guy has been waiting here.

Everything you do is within the other party's calculations.

He calculated that he would see through the scam, and he also calculated that he would leave the frame. So what steps should be taken next?

Before Jiang Cheng could react, the opponent's speed would not give him any time to react according to his body's speed.

01 seconds.

Or even shorter. As soon as Jiang Cheng turned around, he was pushed back by a huge force, and then hit the wall behind him hard.

A mouthful of blood was spat out, which seemed to be mixed with some sticky green minced meat, which looked like broken internal organs.

Representing the desperate side, Wu let go of his hand and backed away slowly.

Slowly lowering his head, Jiang Cheng saw blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, hitting the ground drop by drop. In his already red vision, a knife sank into his chest.

The terrifying power penetrated directly through his body and pinned him to the wall behind him.

"You didn't have to suffer like this." Looking at Jiang Cheng, a trace of impatience appeared in the corners of Wu's eyes.

"In painting, everything will become simple. In that process, you won't have too much pain." Wu indifferent said: "It is you who make things complicated."

"This is all your fault, so next" without pausing for a second, then raising his head, "you have to learn to pay the price for your actions."

Wu's eyes became increasingly scarlet, and the scarlet red was like a huge wave rising from the sea of ​​blood. Reflected in Jiang Cheng's eyes, he seemed to see countless people struggling to survive in the sea of ​​blood, as well as more residual limbs floating in the sea. Broken arm.

A sound that had never been heard before sounded in his ears, like some kind of horn, but it was just like that. Jiangcheng suddenly felt a sense of inspiration from the vicissitudes of time.

He saw a huge book appear behind Wu.

No.

Not just books!

That's more of a door.

A door made of bronze.

The huge pressure pushed Jiang Cheng against the wall, unable to move. His limbs were shaking uncontrollably. The pressure this door brought to him was more terrifying than the knife inserted in his chest.

Two meters away, Wu slowly stretched out his hand and pointed it at Jiang Cheng's chest, but the next second, Jiang Cheng actually felt a hand piercing his body.

Inch by inch.

The severe pain seemed to tear his body apart, but the other party's purpose was obviously not only to kill him, but more like he was looking for something.

"Leave the door in your body to me for safekeeping." Wu's voice seemed to have a strange ability, and Jiang Cheng's consciousness began to collapse.

Some fragments of images began to flash through my mind.

The edges of each piece are blackened.

As if soaked in blood and fire.