Chapter 913
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I went to the washbasin, turned on the tap and tried. There was still water in it. I put my hand in it and felt the moisture of the water, and my heart was relieved.
But soon I found something wrong. The whole pool of water turned bloody red.
The wound on the hand is not big or small, but it can't flow so much blood. What's the matter? I frowned carefully, but I was horrified to find that the water in the tap had turned red.
I took a handful of blood and put it under my nose and sniffed it. My hair stood upright.
What the hell is blood? It's 100% blood, human blood!
I almost reflexively threw the blood out of my hand, and the blood was sprinkled on the opposite mirror, which made my face stink.
"Bad luck."
I cursed myself and looked at myself in the mirror. I found that my face was pale and pale, but there was a smile in my eyes that was hard to detect. But now I am almost depressed crying, where will laugh?
Suddenly, I realized that the inside of the mirror was not myself at all, and the blood I had just sprinkled did not flow down the mirror at all, but converged into another me.
I was shocked and lost my color. I clenched my fist and smashed it.
The mirror was smashed to pieces with a bang, and the inside of me disappeared with a tragic smile. I watched the bloody back of my hand cut by the glass slag, and a sense of powerlessness slowly rose in my heart.
"You want to kill yourself?"
At this time, there was a familiar voice in my ear. I hesitated for a second to realize that it was my voice. I turned around and found another one standing behind me. He was dressed in the same clothes as me, surrounded by his hands, and said miserably, "kill me! Kill me, kill yourself. "
There was a convulsion in the corner of my mouth, and I made up my mind to kill him before I died. But he suddenly disappeared. I thought it was the spirit of the underworld who was giving me a taxi fight. But the next moment, I saw the unforgettable picture.
All the lights in the room flash up, and the mirror pieces on the ground become extremely dazzling. Each piece has another me on it. They keep saying to me: "kill me, kill yourself, kill me, ha ha ha..."
At first, I tried to crush all the lenses, but at last I realized that I would increase with the increase of the mirrors. Gradually, I felt like they were themselves, and they were me.
Just after I came up with this idea, every one of me started to stab myself in the chest with my own machete, and soon it was my turn. Countless "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "
I knew that I was confused again. When I wanted to read the Tao Te Ching, my brain was blank, and even the magic bell didn't work. I can only rely on the will to do the final struggle with the body out of control.
As the machete got closer and closer, countless people on the ground came out of the lens and gathered together. It easily grabbed the machete from me and said with a smile, "I'll help you."
"Fuck you."
At this time, the pressure that I have been saving for a long time suddenly burst out, and an inexplicable power of spirit came out from Dantian. I recovered my mind instantly, and then looked at where there was another self in front of me?
The machete was still in my own hands. I wielded it to chop at random, and soon all the lenses were smashed into powder, and the people in the mirror disappeared.
When I calmed down, I looked at the magic thinking bell at my wrists and found that its small bell was full of meat. No wonder I didn't remind me just now.
But how is the spirit of Yin quietly stuffing meat under my eyes?
I don't know what else is wrong in this room, but I know that I must leave this apartment as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to go out.
I quickly used the invisible needle to pick out the meat in the bell, and put the magic thinking bell on my hand, and carefully prepared to go out. Who knows that just out of the toilet door, I saw a wheelchair figure in the corridor.
From the back, I can see that the other party is wearing a skilful Zhongshan suit, his hair is pale and messy, his figure is a little unreal, but it gives me a familiar feeling. I try to say: "Grandpa?"
Yes, this man is my dead grandfather. Although I know that what I see is absolutely false, I can't help asking. After asking, my eyes will be moist.
"Nine Lin."
He held the wheelchair in his hand, turned slowly, shouted a blank face, and then looked at me with a very cold eyes.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, why are you here?"
From the moment he called me, I lost my mind completely. I sat on the ground with my body out of force and kept calling him.
Grandpa's face was pale as if he had put on a layer of frost. He didn't get close to me and showed no concern for me. He just said coldly, "you will die like me. You can't run away."
Grandpa would not talk to me like this at any time. I gradually recovered my mind, but I couldn't summon up courage to deal with him, and I was forced to endure his torture sentence by sentence.Finally, he disappeared slowly. I shook my dizzy head and tried to leave, but found that the door was locked. I kicked twice with my feet. Except for the thumping, there was no movement in the door.
"Just by one door, you want to trap me, Zhang Jiulin?"
I licked my lips, suddenly took out my machete and stabbed at the door of the room. Every time, I infused ran min's strength.
As far as I know, it only needs one knife to make a hole in the stiff anti-theft door, and then a casual stroke can cut a gap.
However, this door is like the human skin I met before. No matter how much damage it suffered, as soon as my knife is pulled away, it will be restored immediately.
The only way is to cut the door open with one knife, but the silver moon machete doesn't have that kind of power. The T-shirt man's eight sided Han sword has this ability, but he's not there.
I was still trapped in the room after a toss, but my energy consumption was almost the same. I came in a hurry, and there was nothing to eat in my bag. I sat on the ground for a while and decided to get used to it first. I drew a simple eight trigrams array within a few square meters of the living room, hiding in it, I was a little steadfast.
With the gossip, there are no ghosts in the room, but the door, window and even the surrounding walls are constantly heard the sound of stabbing and cheering, as if there are countless people scratching the door with their long nails.
Although I sit cross legged in the eight trigrams array, I can't help sweating. There is a kind of impulse in my heart to rush out and fight against them. I insisted on it by magic thinking bell and Tao Te Jing. I didn't know that it took me a long time to stop scratching the door outside.
My body, which had been frozen for a long time, was as soft as noodles, and then a shower of sour water came out of my stomach. The feeling of being hungry or not made me shiver all over, and the beads of sweat big as beans oozed from my forehead.
Hunger made me give up being trapped in the gossip array. I took out the flexible scourge of Sirius and held it in my hand, and slowly approached the refrigerator. In order to avoid further conspiracy, I was careful to use invisible needles to open the refrigerator before opening it.
Fortunately, everything is normal in the refrigerator. There are some drinks and frozen cooked food, some chicken claws, red intestines and so on. You can smell the fragrance coming out of the refrigerator through the bag. I laugh and tear up these snacks and pour them into my mouth, but suddenly realize how can such fragrant things survive now?
Will the spirit let go of this delicacy?
I put the cooked food on the ground, took out some cinnabar and sprinkled it on the ground. The fragrant food burst out black smoke in an instant. When the black smoke is gone, a small group of wriggling mice with tender and tender meat are exposed
"Oh!"
I vomited directly, then burned all the filth in front of me with the spirit fire, and sprinkled some cinnabar in the fridge, only to find that what I could eat was only two dried carrots and half a bottle of wine soaked in snake gall.
"Damn, the carrots are delicious. I have to buy a car when I go out!"
I chewed the dehydrated carrot and shouted as if I were fighting with the spirit, but my eyes couldn't help crying.
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I went to the washbasin, turned on the tap and tried. There was still water in it. I put my hand in it and felt the moisture of the water, and my heart was relieved.
But soon I found something wrong. The whole pool of water turned bloody red.
The wound on the hand is not big or small, but it can't flow so much blood. What's the matter? I frowned carefully, but I was horrified to find that the water in the tap had turned red.
I took a handful of blood and put it under my nose and sniffed it. My hair stood upright.
What the hell is blood? It's 100% blood, human blood!
I almost reflexively threw the blood out of my hand, and the blood was sprinkled on the opposite mirror, which made my face stink.
"Bad luck."
I cursed myself and looked at myself in the mirror. I found that my face was pale and pale, but there was a smile in my eyes that was hard to detect. But now I am almost depressed crying, where will laugh?
Suddenly, I realized that the inside of the mirror was not myself at all, and the blood I had just sprinkled did not flow down the mirror at all, but converged into another me.
I was shocked and lost my color. I clenched my fist and smashed it.
The mirror was smashed to pieces with a bang, and the inside of me disappeared with a tragic smile. I watched the bloody back of my hand cut by the glass slag, and a sense of powerlessness slowly rose in my heart.
"You want to kill yourself?"
At this time, there was a familiar voice in my ear. I hesitated for a second to realize that it was my voice. I turned around and found another one standing behind me. He was dressed in the same clothes as me, surrounded by his hands, and said miserably, "kill me! Kill me, kill yourself. "
There was a convulsion in the corner of my mouth, and I made up my mind to kill him before I died. But he suddenly disappeared. I thought it was the spirit of the underworld who was giving me a taxi fight. But the next moment, I saw the unforgettable picture.
All the lights in the room flash up, and the mirror pieces on the ground become extremely dazzling. Each piece has another me on it. They keep saying to me: "kill me, kill yourself, kill me, ha ha ha..."
At first, I tried to crush all the lenses, but at last I realized that I would increase with the increase of the mirrors. Gradually, I felt like they were themselves, and they were me.
Just after I came up with this idea, every one of me started to stab myself in the chest with my own machete, and soon it was my turn. Countless "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "
I knew that I was confused again. When I wanted to read the Tao Te Ching, my brain was blank, and even the magic bell didn't work. I can only rely on the will to do the final struggle with the body out of control.
As the machete got closer and closer, countless people on the ground came out of the lens and gathered together. It easily grabbed the machete from me and said with a smile, "I'll help you."
"Fuck you."
At this time, the pressure that I have been saving for a long time suddenly burst out, and an inexplicable power of spirit came out from Dantian. I recovered my mind instantly, and then looked at where there was another self in front of me?
The machete was still in my own hands. I wielded it to chop at random, and soon all the lenses were smashed into powder, and the people in the mirror disappeared.
When I calmed down, I looked at the magic thinking bell at my wrists and found that its small bell was full of meat. No wonder I didn't remind me just now.
But how is the spirit of Yin quietly stuffing meat under my eyes?
I don't know what else is wrong in this room, but I know that I must leave this apartment as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to go out.
I quickly used the invisible needle to pick out the meat in the bell, and put the magic thinking bell on my hand, and carefully prepared to go out. Who knows that just out of the toilet door, I saw a wheelchair figure in the corridor.
From the back, I can see that the other party is wearing a skilful Zhongshan suit, his hair is pale and messy, his figure is a little unreal, but it gives me a familiar feeling. I try to say: "Grandpa?"
Yes, this man is my dead grandfather. Although I know that what I see is absolutely false, I can't help asking. After asking, my eyes will be moist.
"Nine Lin."
He held the wheelchair in his hand, turned slowly, shouted a blank face, and then looked at me with a very cold eyes.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, why are you here?"
From the moment he called me, I lost my mind completely. I sat on the ground with my body out of force and kept calling him.
Grandpa's face was pale as if he had put on a layer of frost. He didn't get close to me and showed no concern for me. He just said coldly, "you will die like me. You can't run away."
Grandpa would not talk to me like this at any time. I gradually recovered my mind, but I couldn't summon up courage to deal with him, and I was forced to endure his torture sentence by sentence.Finally, he disappeared slowly. I shook my dizzy head and tried to leave, but found that the door was locked. I kicked twice with my feet. Except for the thumping, there was no movement in the door.
"Just by one door, you want to trap me, Zhang Jiulin?"
I licked my lips, suddenly took out my machete and stabbed at the door of the room. Every time, I infused ran min's strength.
As far as I know, it only needs one knife to make a hole in the stiff anti-theft door, and then a casual stroke can cut a gap.
However, this door is like the human skin I met before. No matter how much damage it suffered, as soon as my knife is pulled away, it will be restored immediately.
The only way is to cut the door open with one knife, but the silver moon machete doesn't have that kind of power. The T-shirt man's eight sided Han sword has this ability, but he's not there.
I was still trapped in the room after a toss, but my energy consumption was almost the same. I came in a hurry, and there was nothing to eat in my bag. I sat on the ground for a while and decided to get used to it first. I drew a simple eight trigrams array within a few square meters of the living room, hiding in it, I was a little steadfast.
With the gossip, there are no ghosts in the room, but the door, window and even the surrounding walls are constantly heard the sound of stabbing and cheering, as if there are countless people scratching the door with their long nails.
Although I sit cross legged in the eight trigrams array, I can't help sweating. There is a kind of impulse in my heart to rush out and fight against them. I insisted on it by magic thinking bell and Tao Te Jing. I didn't know that it took me a long time to stop scratching the door outside.
My body, which had been frozen for a long time, was as soft as noodles, and then a shower of sour water came out of my stomach. The feeling of being hungry or not made me shiver all over, and the beads of sweat big as beans oozed from my forehead.
Hunger made me give up being trapped in the gossip array. I took out the flexible scourge of Sirius and held it in my hand, and slowly approached the refrigerator. In order to avoid further conspiracy, I was careful to use invisible needles to open the refrigerator before opening it.
Fortunately, everything is normal in the refrigerator. There are some drinks and frozen cooked food, some chicken claws, red intestines and so on. You can smell the fragrance coming out of the refrigerator through the bag. I laugh and tear up these snacks and pour them into my mouth, but suddenly realize how can such fragrant things survive now?
Will the spirit let go of this delicacy?
I put the cooked food on the ground, took out some cinnabar and sprinkled it on the ground. The fragrant food burst out black smoke in an instant. When the black smoke is gone, a small group of wriggling mice with tender and tender meat are exposed
"Oh!"
I vomited directly, then burned all the filth in front of me with the spirit fire, and sprinkled some cinnabar in the fridge, only to find that what I could eat was only two dried carrots and half a bottle of wine soaked in snake gall.
"Damn, the carrots are delicious. I have to buy a car when I go out!"
I chewed the dehydrated carrot and shouted as if I were fighting with the spirit, but my eyes couldn't help crying.
I went to the washbasin, turned on the tap and tried. There was still water in it. I put my hand in it and felt the moisture of the water, and my heart was relieved. But soon I found something wrong. The whole pool of water turned bloody red. The wound on the hand is not big or small, but it can't flow so much blood. What's the matter? I frowned carefully, but I was horrified to find that the water in the tap had turned red. I took a handful of blood and put it under my nose and sniffed it. My hair stood upright. What the hell is blood? It's 100% blood, human blood! I almost reflexively threw the blood out of my hand, and the blood was sprinkled on the opposite mirror, which made my face stink. "Bad luck." I cursed myself and looked at myself in the mirror. I found that my face was pale and pale, but there was a smile in my eyes that was hard to detect. But now I am almost depressed crying, where will laugh? Suddenly, I realized that the inside of the mirror was not myself at all, and the blood I had just sprinkled did not flow down the mirror at all, but converged into another me. I was shocked and lost my color. I clenched my fist and smashed it. The mirror was smashed to pieces with a bang, and the inside of me disappeared with a tragic smile. I watched the bloody back of my hand cut by the glass slag, and a sense of powerlessness slowly rose in my heart. "You want to kill yourself?" At this time, there was a familiar voice in my ear. I hesitated for a second to realize that it was my voice. I turned around and found another one standing behind me. He was dressed in the same clothes as me, surrounded by his hands, and said miserably, "kill me! Kill me, kill yourself. " There was a convulsion in the corner of my mouth, and I made up my mind to kill him before I died. But he suddenly disappeared. I thought it was the spirit of the underworld who was giving me a taxi fight. But the next moment, I saw the unforgettable picture. All the lights in the room flash up, and the mirror pieces on the ground become extremely dazzling. Each piece has another me on it. They keep saying to me: "kill me, kill yourself, kill me, ha ha ha..." At first, I tried to crush all the lenses, but at last I realized that I would increase with the increase of the mirrors. Gradually, I felt like they were themselves, and they were me. Just after I came up with this idea, every one of me started to stab myself in the chest with my own machete, and soon it was my turn. Countless "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or "I" or " I knew that I was confused again. When I wanted to read the Tao Te Ching, my brain was blank, and even the magic bell didn't work. I can only rely on the will to do the final struggle with the body out of control. As the machete got closer and closer, countless people on the ground came out of the lens and gathered together. It easily grabbed the machete from me and said with a smile, "I'll help you." "Fuck you." At this time, the pressure that I have been saving for a long time suddenly burst out, and an inexplicable power of spirit came out from Dantian. I recovered my mind instantly, and then looked at where there was another self in front of me? The machete was still in my own hands. I wielded it to chop at random, and soon all the lenses were smashed into powder, and the people in the mirror disappeared. When I calmed down, I looked at the magic thinking bell at my wrists and found that its small bell was full of meat. No wonder I didn't remind me just now. But how is the spirit of Yin quietly stuffing meat under my eyes? I don't know what else is wrong in this room, but I know that I must leave this apartment as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to go out. I quickly used the invisible needle to pick out the meat in the bell, and put the magic thinking bell on my hand, and carefully prepared to go out. Who knows that just out of the toilet door, I saw a wheelchair figure in the corridor. From the back, I can see that the other party is wearing a skilful Zhongshan suit, his hair is pale and messy, his figure is a little unreal, but it gives me a familiar feeling. I try to say: "Grandpa?" Yes, this man is my dead grandfather. Although I know that what I see is absolutely false, I can't help asking. After asking, my eyes will be moist. "Nine Lin." He held the wheelchair in his hand, turned slowly, shouted a blank face, and then looked at me with a very cold eyes. "Grandpa, Grandpa, why are you here?" From the moment he called me, I lost my mind completely. I sat on the ground with my body out of force and kept calling him. Grandpa's face was pale as if he had put on a layer of frost. He didn't get close to me and showed no concern for me. He just said coldly, "you will die like me. You can't run away." Grandpa would not talk to me like this at any time. I gradually recovered my mind, but I couldn't summon up courage to deal with him, and I was forced to endure his torture sentence by sentence.Finally, he disappeared slowly. I shook my dizzy head and tried to leave, but found that the door was locked. I kicked twice with my feet. Except for the thumping, there was no movement in the door. "Just by one door, you want to trap me, Zhang Jiulin?" I licked my lips, suddenly took out my machete and stabbed at the door of the room. Every time, I infused ran min's strength. As far as I know, it only needs one knife to make a hole in the stiff anti-theft door, and then a casual stroke can cut a gap. However, this door is like the human skin I met before. No matter how much damage it suffered, as soon as my knife is pulled away, it will be restored immediately. The only way is to cut the door open with one knife, but the silver moon machete doesn't have that kind of power. The T-shirt man's eight sided Han sword has this ability, but he's not there. I was still trapped in the room after a toss, but my energy consumption was almost the same. I came in a hurry, and there was nothing to eat in my bag. I sat on the ground for a while and decided to get used to it first. I drew a simple eight trigrams array within a few square meters of the living room, hiding in it, I was a little steadfast. With the gossip, there are no ghosts in the room, but the door, window and even the surrounding walls are constantly heard the sound of stabbing and cheering, as if there are countless people scratching the door with their long nails. Although I sit cross legged in the eight trigrams array, I can't help sweating. There is a kind of impulse in my heart to rush out and fight against them. I insisted on it by magic thinking bell and Tao Te Jing. I didn't know that it took me a long time to stop scratching the door outside. My body, which had been frozen for a long time, was as soft as noodles, and then a shower of sour water came out of my stomach. The feeling of being hungry or not made me shiver all over, and the beads of sweat big as beans oozed from my forehead. Hunger made me give up being trapped in the gossip array. I took out the flexible scourge of Sirius and held it in my hand, and slowly approached the refrigerator. In order to avoid further conspiracy, I was careful to use invisible needles to open the refrigerator before opening it. Fortunately, everything is normal in the refrigerator. There are some drinks and frozen cooked food, some chicken claws, red intestines and so on. You can smell the fragrance coming out of the refrigerator through the bag. I laugh and tear up these snacks and pour them into my mouth, but suddenly realize how can such fragrant things survive now? Will the spirit let go of this delicacy? I put the cooked food on the ground, took out some cinnabar and sprinkled it on the ground. The fragrant food burst out black smoke in an instant. When the black smoke is gone, a small group of wriggling mice with tender and tender meat are exposed "Oh!" I vomited directly, then burned all the filth in front of me with the spirit fire, and sprinkled some cinnabar in the fridge, only to find that what I could eat was only two dried carrots and half a bottle of wine soaked in snake gall. "Damn, the carrots are delicious. I have to buy a car when I go out!" I chewed the dehydrated carrot and shouted as if I were fighting with the spirit, but my eyes couldn't help crying.
