Chapter 426 Evil and Good
"Huh?" Wu's eyes paused, as if he had discovered something strange. He clearly smelled the smell of the door on the other party, but how
Why His door disappeared?
"Creak."
A harsh friction sound sounded in his ears. He frowned slightly. The painting on the easel beside him began to protrude outward. On it was a ferocious picture. grimace.
The drawing paper was torn open with a bloody hole, and an arm stuck out from the frame. Soon, a female ghost covered in blood crawled out.
Her eyes were scarlet, and she was breathing heavily. Her body was covered with bloody wounds. She had probably fought all the way here, and the big knife in her hand was still bleeding.
“Asshole!” Weng Qing, who has lost his human form, is like a zombie, with his back slightly stooped and a pair of bloody eyes fixed on Wu, “I want you to pay for Taro with your life!”< br>
The next second, the big knife struck Wu behind.
Perhaps it was because of Weng Qing's courage, or perhaps because he did not expect that any ghost could break through such a restriction, he subconsciously wanted to take back his hand.
But suddenly I found that my hand was sucked by a strange force.
Not only could it not be withdrawn, it actually dragged him into the other party's body.
The seemingly fierce sword slashed behind the man in black, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea.
No matter how strong your faith is, you cannot overcome the gap in strength.
Weng Qing looked at the knife in her hand with red eyes, and then she pounced on him with red eyes. Even with her teeth, she wanted to kill the creator of all the weird stories.
The sharp blade cut open her body, and she was thrown heavily against the wall without even touching the corner of her clothes.
She fell at Jiang Cheng’s feet with faint breath.
What really attracted Wu's attention was the man in front of him, this man named Hao Shuai. His powerful attraction gave Wu a new feeling.
He was just surprised, but not afraid.
At least for the time being, the opponent is far from being able to threaten him, but it is just a bit troublesome to deal with.
"It seems that I have to cut you open completely to find the door." Holding the handle of the knife with one hand, he slowly turned it, and blood flowed out along the wound.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the pain in his body was far less than the torment in his mind at this moment.
The fragments were pieced together and reorganized, and the sharp edges cut him into pieces.
"Buzz"
A buzzing sound sounded, Wu's hand paused, and a soft hand suddenly placed on his shoulder, "Don't go on like this. "Lin Chen appeared next to him.
At this time, Lin Chen was wearing a simple skirt, and her fair cheeks were already covered with tears. "Don't go on like this." She cried out, "You weren't like this in the beginning, were you?"
< br>Wu’s eyes focused on Jiang Cheng’s pocket.
Pocket ripped.
The painting hidden in the pocket.
Disappeared.
It's the woman who suddenly appeared just now!
It was she who took advantage of the moment of being attacked to rush to Jiang Cheng, stole the painting, and then woke up Lin Chen who was in the bedroom.
"I'm sorry." Lin Chen slowly hugged Wu's stiff body from behind. The warmth felt like water, slowly spreading to his whole body.
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have described you in despair. I was too selfish. I shouldn't have let you bear the responsibility for me when I couldn't bear the despair."
< br>"Let it go." Lin Chen, who was awakened by the painting, had a light in his eyes, "Don't make any more mistakes."
A huge picture album unfolded behind him, and figures one after another walked out of the album. The despair in the figures' eyes was gradually washed away, becoming clear and clear.
“Heh.” Wu looked away and looked at Jiang Cheng across the way, “Come out, I know it’s you!”
An illusory figure stepped out from behind Jiang Cheng. To be more precise, From the shadow behind Jiang Cheng, he pulled out the knife that had pierced his chest with his backhand.
The human figure is wearing a white windbreaker, which is in sharp contrast with the invisible figure in black, like light and darkness, two different extremes.
Looking up, the man’s face was exactly the same as Wu’s.
But the temperament of the two people is completely different. The one in black has sharp eyebrows and evil aura, while the one in white has an easy-going temperament and gentle eyebrows.
It is the good side of nothing.
"You have done a good job." The man who looked exactly like Wu said. When he drew out the knife, Jiang Cheng staggered, but finally stood still.
He felt that half of the blood in his body was burning, while the other half seemed to be frozen, and the blood vessels were filled with ice stubble.
Just now, he seemed to have touched the memory lock in his mind, and the fleeting information violently impacted his mind.
So much so that what was happening in front of me felt blurry.
In confusion, Jiang Cheng felt pain in his palm. The sharp blade cut through his palm, and then it was covered with a cold feeling.
"I'll leave this door to you." Shan Mianwu picked up Jiang Cheng's hand, and the next second, the two of them appeared behind the bronze door and put their bloody hands on it.
In an instant, huge pain penetrated Jiang Cheng's body, and countless blood threads stretched out from behind the door and tightly wrapped around his hand.
A series of dark red inscriptions appeared on the door, like the most ancient and obscure language.
"Is this what you mean by letting go?" Heiyi turned his face to look at Lin Chen behind him, with two lines of blood and tears in his eyes.
"For the so-called kindness in your heart, you just watch me die?" Hei Yiwu smiled, and he opened the corner of his mouth, "Watching my door being taken away bit by bit?"
Lin Chen's body trembled.
"Sister, you can let go and forgive those who hurt you, but you want to kill me? Kill me who is willing to do anything to protect you?" Bloody tears in his eyes fell into the corner of his mouth, Wu looked at it This cowardly woman behind her.
"Where was he when I was protecting you and killing those who hurt you?" Wu stretched out his hand and pointed at the exact same version of himself.
He didn't understand why the other party could live in sunshine and warmth from the beginning.
What is even more difficult for him to accept is that he can win his sister's love alone.
Is this fair?
“Why?” Wu screamed in pain, “Just because he is full of benevolence and morality, and because he only says a few words of indifference every time after you are hurt, sister. Comforting words?”
“Sister, I am the only one who can protect you!”
"I will kill whoever bullies you and turn him into a ghost story, letting them live in fear forever and atone for their actions!"
"As long as. As long as we have enough ghost stories, sister , no one will bully you anymore! As long as I am alive, no one can hurt you!"
A red curse appeared on his body, and then suddenly broke, suppressing him. The restrictions began to melt like ice.
Huge cracks began to appear on the walls of the room, and the sky outside began to become weird.
The world behind the door, under the influence of Hei Yiwu, began to become unstable and even tended to collapse.
The despair that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.
"You hypocritical guy." Wu slowly stood up and stared at the man who looked exactly like himself. The shadow behind him began to become distorted.
In the sky outside, a blood moon rose. (End of this chapter)