Nightmare Attack

When he saw the hole, Jiang Cheng knew that Zhao Xingguo was gone. read

But at this moment, Zhao Xingguo obviously had no time to consider what Jiang Cheng thought. In the auditorium where he was, Jiang Cheng and Fu Fu were also nowhere to be found.

The two groups of people are in the same place, but they can't see each other. The weirdness between them cannot be described in words.

It would be a lie to say that he has no regrets, but the matter has come to this, and it is useless to say anything. What he has to do now is to use all means to survive.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Xingguo forced himself to calm down. His eyes slowly swept around, and the ghost was very close to him, right next to him.

He could even feel the vicious breath.

"Da da da"

Zhao Xingguo immediately looked in one direction, "Who? Who is there?!"

There was a brisk noise in the darkness, as if someone ran past, and the voice sounded like a child.

child

Zhao Xingguo's face was a little stiff. He suddenly recalled what had happened before. The night before, they planned to search Liu Laizi's residence, but they encountered a ghost on the way.

The ghost left a series of very small footprints.

And the handprint on the back of the photo studio owner didn't look big, it was pitch black, as if it was printed into the flesh.

Their previous guess was correct, this ghost should be a child. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

At least the body is.

The scene nearby became increasingly weird. Although no light could be seen coming in, the room was enveloped in a faint halo.

There is a gray feeling, like a layer of fog.

"Snapped."

Just when Zhao Xingguo was holding his breath, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. He was so frightened that he jumped up on the spot, "Who, who the hell slapped me?!"

But when he looked behind him, there was nothing.

The mental torture made his eyes red, blood kept rushing to his head, and he was breathing heavily. He kept changing the direction he was facing, trying to find the location of the ghost.

"Giggle."

"Da da da"

"Giggle."

"Da da da"

There was the sound of fast running footsteps in the darkness. Whenever he followed the footsteps, he could only hear the child's light laughter, as if he was playing hide and seek with him.

But after listening to this laughter for a long time, it changed into a feeling, like countless needles pricking in his head, and Zhao Xingguo felt that his consciousness was getting blurry.

The laughter was eating away at his sanity.

In a daze, he felt that his shoulder was itchy, and he scratched it uncontrollably, but the more he scratched, the more itchy it was, right at the spot where he had been patted just now.

There seemed to be something moving inside, slowly squirming through a layer of skin, as if it was trying to get out.

This discovery instantly made him more energetic, and a feeling of extreme disgust rose from the bottom of his heart. He had never hated his body so much.

His face gradually became ferocious, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger. He even wanted to tear open the skin and take out the squirming things inside.

Throw it on the ground and trample it to pieces.

Finally, after a tearing sound, he realized his wish and stared at the large piece of skin in his hand.

It was something he'd just torn off, off his shoulder.

But the strange thing is that there is no flesh and blood attached to it, not even a drop of blood.

He felt no pain. On the contrary, he felt so good deep down in his heart that he wanted to tear off all the skin on his body.

"Itchy!" He squirmed in pain, "It's so itchy!"

The feeling was as if he wanted to squeeze his entire body out of the open wound. Zhao Xingguo's remaining sanity became less and less and thinner.

As he lay dying, he heard a faint call.

"Zhao Xingguo."

The person's voice was very soft, and Zhao Xingguo instinctively trusted the voice. He walked stiffly towards the source of the sound.

The strange thing is that the sound seems to come from all directions, but every time when Zhao Xingguo is about to stop and confirm the direction, the call will sound on time again.

"Zhao Xingguo."

"Zhao Xingguo."

"Zhao Xingguo."

Finally, Zhao Xingguo walked to a wall and stopped, where the sound came from.

In front of me are paper money and ingots piled up into a hill. In the corner are a few paper figures and paper horses with white flags draped on them.

Suddenly, for the first time, there was wind in the enclosed space. The thin paper money was blown up by the wind and flew all over the sky. The paper people and horses were also blown around.

But there is one exception.

It stood there from beginning to end, and was only revealed after the two paper figures in front of it were blown down.

Wearing a green melon cap and a bright red festive paper dress, with a pale face and exaggerated and rough eyebrows, there is a pair of huge, bloodshot eyes.

This is a living person!

No, it should be said that he was once a living person, but now he is a cold corpse, just dressed up like a paper man.

It was the young man who brought them here!

I didn't expect to be left here.

Looking at his miserable appearance, it was obvious that he had been dead for some time.

The next moment, the man who had been dead for a long time suddenly raised his head, his stiff face twitched, the corners of his eyes raised, and his mouth opened mechanically, revealing a strange smile that Zhao Xingguo was all too familiar with.

His throat squirmed a few times, and then an extremely uncoordinated voice came from deep in his throat: "Zhao Xingguo."

As the voice came out, Zhao Xingguo's shoulders became more and more itchy, and a rustling sound came from his shoulders.

Through the wound, one could see that what was squirming inside was not flesh and blood, but clusters of dry straw.

More and more straws were pierced from all parts of Zhao Xingguo's body. He was like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body, but he still insisted on moving forward.

Taking stiff steps one step at a time.

At the last moment, he suddenly thrust his hand into the young man's mouth, and then, as if he touched something, Zhao Xingguo's originally distracted eyes suddenly focused.

His hand seemed to have reached into another space, and most of his arm was inserted into the young man's mouth. This was completely impossible to explain in reality.

When he slowly pulled out his entire arm, a straw man suddenly appeared in his right hand. The workmanship was rough. Zhao Xingguo held the straw man's neck tightly.

Like a toy, the straw man looks well-behaved and motionless.

"Finally caught you!"