Repugnant Gateway

Seeing Anzheng's life force vent like a tide, and the hand in that eye seemed to carry a magical power that Anzheng couldn't resist, making him unable to break free. But at this moment, a soft cat cry appeared in Anzheng's ear. The voice seemed to come from deep inside Anzheng. After a soft whisper, Anzheng's consciousness suddenly woke up.

Following this, a small galaxy appeared in front of An Zheng. Countless small but extremely bright stars penetrated between Anzheng and that eye. The dense stars hovered in front of Anzheng for a while, then suddenly all poured into the bronze mirror.

Just a moment, there was a stern cry from the bronze mirror. The red hook-like dot in that eye spun quickly, but soon stopped again. The shining stars, like countless attacking soldiers, quickly occupied all the red dots, and then the red dots It turned into the sky blue.

Suddenly, flames appeared on the hand that pinched Anzheng's neck. The dry hand burned quickly, and the sound of thorns and thorns seemed to be frying something.

In a short moment, only the gray bones were left in that hand. But obviously that hand was not going to give up yet, still pinching An Zheng's neck. The flames ignited even more, and the hand was burned with holes in a few seconds. Then you can see countless little stars drilled out of the hole in that hand and then into it. After a few seconds, the hands turned to ashes and fell to the ground.

The bronze mirror fell to the ground with a snap, but there was a tight rope between the bronze mirror and Anzheng. When the bronze mirror fell, Anzheng's body bent involuntarily, almost kneeling Ground. He bent over and still stared at the bronze mirror.

With a click, the bronze mirror suddenly cracked. Immediately following that eye flew out of it, and then swooped into Anzheng's left eye.

For a moment, An Zheng felt that his eyes were blind. The fiery pain spread from his eyes all over his body, and his body trembled violently. The feeling that the fire is burning in the eye socket makes people shudder. People who have not suffered this kind of pain cannot understand it or imagine it. With perseverance and perseverance, it is almost unbearable. Soybean-sized sweat beads covered his forehead almost instantly, and his clothes were soaked.

Pain, painful.

Anzheng's legs were trembling, and finally he knelt down, unable to hold on. He held his head in his hands and rolled on the ground, clenching his teeth and holding back without wailing. But under the severe pain, An Zheng's body almost curled up into a ball.

No one can help him. There is only himself in this hut. Outside the door, the faceless monster who didn't know what it was was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, daring not to hit the door again. The door only has a door frame and no door panel, but it just cannot enter.

An Zheng couldn't hold on, and the pain passed out.

When he woke up, his body felt an unprecedented cold. The feeling was like being splashed with water and thrown into the ice cave, helpless and helpless. There is nothing to keep warm, and the cold overflows from the body.

The source of cold is in his left eye.

An Zheng raised his hand subconsciously and touched his tightly closed left eye, and then saw his hands stained with bright red blood. His left eye has been bleeding, half of his face, and even his clothes have been wet.

Although the pain was lessened, his left eye could not be opened. There seems to be something to be drilled out from under the eyelid, and it seems that there are countless small knives cutting his eyelid from inside.

He stood up against the wall with difficulty, and surveyed the room with his right eye. There is no change except for dysmenorrhea. He turned around and often looked outside, but just looked at it. The faceless monster who was still waiting outside the door shook back and shook.

An Zheng thought that his **** face scared it now, and didn't think much about it. He squatted down, shaking his hand and took a half-copper mirror and looked at it. The self in the mirror has become another person. The whole face is pale and pale, really as white as white paper. The left face is full of blood, and the blood from the left eye is still flowing out one by one, and it can't be stopped at all.

An Zheng didn't know what was going on in his left eye, and there was no way to get medicine.

Suddenly he remembered that he had sent Xue Peizhu Tianmu into the house first, but now no matter whether it is an outhouse or an inside house, there is no shadow of Tianmu. An Zheng was silent for a while, and suddenly understood what came over.

The eye in the bronze mirror is Tianmu.

I don't know what monster is sealed in the bronze mirror, but when the eyes came in that day, he was used by this monster. Although An Zheng didn't feel the message from Tianmu, he didn't feel the danger. And Tianmu became the eye that the monster saw An Zheng, that is, the eye that An Zheng saw. The reason why Anzheng can't escape and can't break free is precisely because Tianmu has the same origin and the same origin as him, and he can't escape at all.

What are stars?

An Zheng thought of it, it was the ninth-round reincarnation of Shan Ye who helped him. When Shan Ye was in the Taolin under the mountain, he should have discovered the strangeness in this hut, guessing that An Zhenghui was attracted, and first released his power of the nine-turn eye. At the moment when Anzheng encountered danger, this force appeared to help Anzheng break free.

Tianmu should feel that he is about to get out of trouble, so he can't wait to rush out, and he ends up in An Zheng's left eye. Anzheng made sure that his left eye was finished. It was really ugly to think that there was only one eye in the future, but he saved it anyway, didn't he? This is the price I paid for my own risk, knowing that there must be something strange in the room.

But why?

An Zheng couldn't help but ask himself, he knew that there must be something strange in the room, why did he come in? He recalled that it was definitely not driven by his curiosity. He is no longer a person who can't control his curiosity, and his mentality is far more than ordinary people. But he still came in, as if something was always calling him, the voice was actually in his mind.

Now that voice disappeared, An Zheng laughed bitterly ... and his left eye disappeared.

He walked out with a trembling body, and his feet were extremely heavy. The body seemed to be hollowed out of strength, groggy and shaky. He stood by the door frame, and the faceless monster flinched back again, but never fled.

"Sorry."

An Zheng smiled apologetically with his left eye closed: "So you wanted to stop me from coming in, right, because I didn't understand your good intentions. I apologize to you because I misunderstood you."

A faceless monster seems to say something, but it has no facial features, and there is simply no way to express it, even without an expression. But Anzheng felt it. He wanted to tell himself that it was too dangerous here. You must go quickly.

An Zheng used the broken army sword as a cane, and left the house with difficulty step by step. He looked back, and the faceless monster followed him like a fish. It obviously has hands and feet, but it can't walk. An Zheng knew that there was nothing malicious in it, and he should just feel relieved, so he smiled in good faith and continued to stagger forward.

When he left the courtyard, An Zheng felt that there was a change in his back. He looked back and found a fire suddenly burst out of the hut, and soon engulfed the entire hut. The fire spread from the hut and quickly burned up the fence wall. The fence wall full of roses was instantly swallowed by the sea of ​​fire.

An Zheng speeded up and left, passing the Taolin when going down the mountain. It seemed that those innocent souls on the peach tree could see more clearly. They all seem to be terrified and look extremely distorted. When they came up the mountain, they were all terrible, and they seemed to be able to break free from the peach tree at any time, grabbing Anzheng and unloading them. But when An Zheng went down the mountain, they seemed to be completely frightened by something, curled up, and some whined.

An Zheng has no intention to care about these ghosts any more, just want to leave here quickly. Although he stumbled, the speed of going down the mountain was obviously much faster than when he came up. An Zheng took a pill from the Peizhu bead bracelet and swallowed it to prevent the wound in his left eye from worsening.

When he walked to the foot of the mountain, he felt that someone was pulling himself behind him and looked back. The faceless monster was pulling his sleeve by hand. The faceless monster gestured to Anzheng to go to the stream. Anzheng was silent for a while and asked, "Do you want me to wash my wound?"

The faceless monster nodded vigorously, and An Zheng immediately passed by, crouching by the stream and trying to wash his face.

At this moment, there was a shouting voice behind him. An Zheng looked back and found that Chen Shaobai and Qi Tian rushed from a distance. The clothes on both people were broken and still stained with blood. Apparently they had just experienced a fierce battle. Seeing them breathless, you know how difficult the opponent is.

"Anzhen, why are you here!"

Before Chen Shaobai's words were finished, he saw An Zheng's **** half-face and **** left eye: "Ah! What's wrong with you!"

Chen Shaobai quickly rushed over to support Anzheng, and then turned his head to look around: "Who! Who the **** is that!"

Anzheng pulled him: "I was careless ... Are you okay? It looks like a fight with someone?"

Chen Shaobai's voice came with a crying cry: "You **** look at yourself like this, and you are still thinking about whether we are fighting ... you, do you feel pain."

Qi Tian also rushed over, and after looking at it, his expression also changed: "What the **** is going on, how did you separate for a while, your eyes are like this."

An Zheng shook his head with a smile, to make himself look more relaxed: "Nothing, just blind one eye. I wash my face first, I will talk later."

At this time, An Zheng only noticed that the faceless monster was gone. It should be that after seeing Chen Shaobai coming over, they were frightened and got into the stream. An Zheng knew that it was very timid and silent.

"How did you find me."

An Zheng asked.

Chen Shaobai said: "When I met the people who were trapped in this illusion, Daxi started working indiscriminately. Fortunately, we ran fast, otherwise we were surrounded. Those people were trapped for so long. The mentality has changed, and the lunatics will fight if they see someone. Do n’t say it ’s us, they fight all by themselves. If they are trapped again, I ’m afraid they wo n’t kill each other long enough. ”

An Zheng picked up the water and washed his face, feeling the coolness of the stream, like the best panacea in the world, even the pain in his eyes eased a lot. He began to wash his left eye with clean water, and each time the water touched his eye pain, it weakened by one point. An Zheng simply plunged his face into the stream, and then he saw the faceless monster lying on the bottom of the stream and watched him smile.

smile?

An Zheng couldn't help but stunned for a moment. Didn't the faceless monster have no facial features? There was nothing. Was he hallucinating? How could it be smiling.

An Zheng shook his head, tried to look again, and found that the faceless monster was indeed smiling at himself. It was a young boy who looked very iconic, with a beautiful appearance and correct facial features, especially when he smiled.

The faceless monster raised his finger to his left eye and smiled.

An Zheng woke up suddenly ... his left eye was not blind. He closed his left eye subconsciously, and what he saw in the right eye was still the faceless monster. He closed his right eye and saw a smiling young boy in his left eye.

The teenager waved his hand towards An Zheng and walked down the stream.

Anzheng stood upright and turned to look at the mountain behind him.

The red flashed in his left eye, and then he saw that the mountain was not a mountain at all, but two doors. The door was black, with a ghost word written on the door on the left, and a human letter written on the right.

An Zheng didn't know what that meant, but he felt that his left eye saw another world.