Chapter 162 Trap
The loss of three sons and Asumu one after another caused this old man in his sixties to completely collapse. He lowered his head and murmured 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 on the ground.
Village chief, Qian Jianxiu, and Asumu.
Asumu’s head is only one meter away from Jiang Cheng. His head is a whole circle bigger than the other two. Due to the angle, Jiang Cheng cannot see his face, only a bloody mess. hair.
Hideous blood stains 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 is gone.
That’s right, what else can she do if she doesn’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 for them.
Some of them have dead hearts.
Even if they can leave Xiaoshijian Village in the future, I am 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.
While thinking about it, Jiang Cheng suddenly noticed a strange feeling, as if a pair of eyes were watching him.
He immediately looked towards the closet.
The closet door was tightly closed, and the dark room was eerily quiet.
Then he slowly moved his sight 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 is placed in its previous position, with a strange light flowing on it. This dark room is not this hotel, there should be no living people.
But this feeling of being watched.
Jiang Cheng slowly looked away. For an instant, a light flashed across his eyes, and then, his whole body froze involuntarily. .
He finally found the source of his vision.
Yes. 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.
Similar scenes 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 happen?
He stared into Asumu's eyes in confusion.
Jiang Cheng had already noticed that something was wrong. He tried his best to look away, but he couldn't. Asumu's eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, surprisingly cold, but also shocking. One can't look away.
His spirit was also affected. He lifted his right foot uncontrollably, as if he wanted to leave the influence of the door and return to the world of the mission.
This feeling is very strange. He knows exactly what he is facing now and what he should do, but his limbs are out of control.
Oops
A similar feeling immediately reminded him of a place - Hanzhentan.
He has realized that he has been trapped by 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 he knew clearly, as long as he left the iron gate, he would 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 in his mind that was repeatedly and savagely charging. The thoughts he had just gathered 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. 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 in front of him, stood something that could be called a human.
That guy has 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 twisted 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 suddenly 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 the huge suction force pulled Jiang Cheng flying backward.
After a familiar feeling of dizziness, he finally stood firm on his feet. Under the dim light, his office came into view.
He tilted his body and almost fell to the ground.
The iron gate behind him disappeared before he turned around.
He took a deep breath, then walked 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 tentative sound of 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 over first, "Is it you?"
Jiang Cheng took another sip of water, holding it in his mouth for a few seconds before slowly swallowing, "No .”
At this time, the fat man had already left. A huge head poked out from the corner of the stairs. When he saw Jiang Cheng sitting on the sofa, his expression immediately became wonderful: "Doctor, you are so fast! You were done in the time it took me to change my clothes."
Thank you Er Jingliang for the tip!
Thank you Wang Weiwu for your monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)