Nightmare Attack

The loss of three sons and Asumu one after another caused this old man, who was already in his sixties, to have a complete mental breakdown. He lowered his head and muttered words that no one could understand.

Then, the last murmur ended.

The village chief, who had lost his heart, fell against the wall. There was a blood hole in his chest, gurgling blood, and a whole line of blood was wiped out on the yellow wall.

His head was not saved either.

The twisted figure swayed slightly, and the next second, it appeared in the dark room.

Three human heads were randomly thrown to the ground.

The village chief, Qian Jianxiu, and Asumu.

Asumu's head was only one meter away from Jiang Cheng. His head was a whole circle bigger than the other two. Due to the angle, Jiang Cheng couldn't see his face, only a bloody mess of hair.

Ghoulish bloodstains flowed freely along the dark ground.

The twisted figure opened the closet door with an anti-joint movement that was completely impossible for humans, and then walked in. The closet door closed with a creaking sound.

she left.

That's right, what else could she do if she didn't leave?

The great revenge was finally avenged, which was also a relief for her.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but think of the women in Xiaoshijian Village, and the hostility and haggardness on their faces. Such a life was just a torture to them.

Some of them have dead hearts.

Even if they can leave Xiaoshijian Village in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to be like before.

The torture they have suffered over the years and the worldly outlook will become the second knife on their necks.

After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng suddenly noticed a strange feeling, as if a pair of eyes were watching him.

He immediately looked toward the closet.

The wardrobe door was tightly closed, and the dark room was eerily quiet.

Then he slowly moved his eyes and searched in the dark room. The place was covered by a strange halo. Jiang Cheng guessed that this should be given to him by the iron gate.

Every piece of furniture was placed in its previous position, with a strange light flowing on it. This dark room, no, this hotel, there should be no living people.

But this feeling of being watched

Jiang Cheng slowly looked away. In an instant, light flashed across his eyes, and then, his whole body froze involuntarily.

He finally found the source of his sight.

It's Asumu! !

His crooked head fell to the ground, his eyes widened, his mouth grinned, staring straight at himself, as if he wanted to finish what he had not finished.

A similar scene would not have caused waves in Jiang Cheng, but this time it was different because he clearly remembered that Asumu's head was facing in another direction before.

How could it be?

He stared into Asumu's eyes in confusion.

Jiang Cheng had already sensed something was wrong. He tried his best to look away, but he couldn't. Asumu's eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, so cold that people couldn't look away.

His spirit was also affected. He lifted his right foot uncontrollably, as if he wanted to leave the door's influence and return to the world of the mission.

This feeling was strange. He knew exactly what he was facing now and what he should do, but his limbs were out of control.

Oops

A similar feeling immediately reminded him of a place - Hanzhen Pond.

He had realized that he had fallen into a trap and that it was the ghost's hands and feet.

She didn't leave.

Still here.

And she can see herself, or be aware of her own existence.

However, due to the rules, she cannot harm herself inside the door, but she can attract herself out by affecting her own spirit.

One thing is clear to him, as long as he leaves the iron gate, he will definitely die.

He tried to bite the tip of his tongue, hoping to use the severe pain to wake him up, but the tip of his tongue was almost broken and he still couldn't break free.

What's even more frightening is that he didn't feel any pain.

The ghost is gradually eating away at his thinking and controlling his consciousness.

Asumu's head is a trap deliberately set by the ghost.

There seemed to be a porcupine repeatedly and savagely charging into his mind. The thoughts he had just condensed were destroyed again, and his headache felt like it was going to explode.

Asumu's voice echoed in his ears.

He seemed to be in great pain, sometimes begging Jiang Cheng not to abandon him, and sometimes asking Jiang Cheng to come up and close his eyes for him.

Jiang Cheng's raised right leg was getting closer to the edge of the halo.

His struggles were not without effect.

He is stalling for time.

The existence of Iron Gate is limited, and when the time is up, he can return to the real world, as long as he can persist until that time.

How long it will take, he doesn't know. The speed of time here cannot be judged by common sense, but Jiang Cheng refuses to die here without any reason.

Until he heard a crisp cracking sound.

The next second, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Less than 20 centimeters away from him, stood something that could be called a human.

The guy had a broken face.

Come face to face with yourself.

The right side of his face is still intact, but the left side is completely cracked. A pair of thin-framed glasses with distorted frames and broken lenses hangs diagonally on the right ear.

The exposed gums collapsed inward, and scattered teeth were dotted in the blood-red flesh, like a group of scavenging maggots.

It can be seen that the left side of the face was beaten to death with a hard object.

He guessed that it was most likely an angular stone.

Jiang Cheng instantly felt bad.

It seems that this is the true face of the ghost.

Hidden behind the messy hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him angrily. Jiang Cheng had no doubt that if he had been a few seconds later and waited for him to step out of the halo, she would have ripped off his head.

The next second, the surrounding scene began to distort, and a huge suction force pulled Jiang Cheng flying backwards.

After a familiar feeling of dizziness, he finally stood firm on his feet. Under the dim light, his office came into view.

He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

The iron door behind him disappeared before he turned around.

He took a deep breath, then stepped away from his numb and stiff legs, came to the coffee table, and poured himself a glass of water.

The water is still warm.

The warm feeling entered his throat, and his whole body felt much better.

He didn't hide his voice intentionally, so after a while, there was a burst of tentative footsteps near the stairs, and Jiang Cheng could think of the fat man's cautious look.

He must have heard something moving downstairs, but he didn't know what it was.

"Doctor?" Before the fat man arrived, the voice came first, "Is it you?"

Jiang Cheng took another sip of water, holding it in his mouth for a few seconds before slowly swallowing it, "No."

At this time, the fat man had already poked his huge head out from the corner of the stairs. When he saw Jiang Cheng sitting on the sofa, his expression immediately became exciting: "Doctor, you are so fast! You were already done in the time it took me to change my clothes."