Chapter 181

, there seems to be a deep whirlpool in the pupils.

He just looked at the person slumped on the ground.

The room was dark, and the shadows that were not there merged with the darkness. Threads of dark smoke spread outward from the shadows under his feet, and continued to permeate the entire villa, like countless souls. Shadows are floating.

Some kind of indescribable, chilling breath filled the room, and the people on the ground shivered.

At this moment, the entire villa had turned into a deep and boundless abyss of terror in his eyes. The man sitting on the sofa was like the incarnation of the entire abyss, deeper than the night outside the window, which made him feel sad from the bottom of his heart. Tremble.

"I've said everything that needs to be said." His body was trembling, his voice was trembling, and his whole body seemed to be squirming backwards uncontrollably, "Can you let me go?"

"There's no rush." ​​Yuan Buwei said in a kind tone, "I've said everything that needs to be said, is there anything else that shouldn't be said?"

"Shouldn't I say it?" Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the people on the ground, and their voices were full of fear, like a pitiful little boy being bullied. His legs kneeling on the ground kept squirming backwards, "There are also secrets within the guild. , if I leak it, the president will kill me!"

Before he finished speaking, an illusory door suddenly appeared behind him. The door opened, and his slowly squirming legs "just happened" to touch the threshold.

——Now!

Putting his feet on the threshold, he put his hands on the ground and suddenly fell backward quickly. He folded his waist and quickly turned toward the door, about to climb in.

An invisible smoke suddenly appeared, wrapped around the man's waist, and then flicked away.

The man immediately screamed, and the area touched by the smoke was like a fire. What was burning was not his body, but his soul.

His soul was so painful that he was almost unconscious. He was thrown up and then fell heavily to the ground, like a gourd rolling on the ground.

It hit Yuan Buwei's feet.

No more, no less, exactly where he was before he started to squirm. There is no difference at all from before.

And after the wisp of smoke threw him out, it didn't disperse. Instead, it seemed to have found some delicious food, and it directly wrapped around the illusory door, unwilling to leave.

Yuan Buwei's eyes lit up and he waved his hand gently.

Suddenly, darkness surged, and dark smoke swarmed up, completely submerging the illusory door.

"Ah! My door—"

The people on the ground screamed. The sound was like a miser watching his treasury being emptied, but also like a miser watching all the desserts being eaten.

Thinking of this metaphor, Yuan Buwei felt the same for him. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Look, this is the result of being ignorant. Be good and cooperate well, and maybe I can leave some residue for you. ”

People on the ground were almost crying. He reluctantly raised his head and saw a devilish smile on the man in front of him.

"There's nothing that shouldn't be said now, right? For example, where is your accomplice? How to find him?"

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In a hotel room not far from the police station, a man in a hoodie was restless. He felt bad when he thought of his companions who had lost contact for no reason.

Even though he took the initiative to cut off contact with the puppets he released before, the uneasy thoughts still intensified.

When the warning signs in his heart reached their peak, he decisively ran to the door: "No, I can't stay here any longer. This is a strategic retreat."

Just as he arrived at the door, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

The rhythmic sound came again and again, and the sound was very small. It sounded like a child knocking on the door. It was not strong enough, and you would ignore the sound if you were not paying attention.

But the hooded man was at his most vigilant at this time, and he was standing at the door, so he could hear clearly.

"Who is it?" He shouted cautiously, opened the door, and looked outside.

The next moment, he seemed to have seen something incredible. His pupils shrank suddenly and he subconsciously took a step back, as if he was greatly frightened.

A dirty stuffed doll stood crookedly at the door, its raised arm still in the posture of knocking on the door. It raised its head slightly, and the facial features drawn in a simple sketch on its pale face were looking at him with a smile.

At this moment, his hair stood on end!

The puppet he had discarded not long ago actually came to the door. No one knows what kind of existence is behind this puppet.

He could only bring out the backer behind him: "Who are you? Our Monster Guild has good relations with many organizations and has not offended anyone."

The puppet tilted its head, its weird smile still facing him, and a strange male voice came from it:

"You wanted to deal with me before, but have you forgotten now?"

Chapter 154 Kuo Shao 8

It was late at night, and the corridor of this small hotel was dark. The blazing white light streamed out from the room behind the hooded man, illuminating a small area at the door.

A stuffed doll covered in dust, rough in workmanship, with a stick-figure smile on its face, stood in the doorway with its head tilted, stepping on the boundary between light and darkness.

The smiling face painted on it is facing the man in the door.

The man stood there dumbfounded, his face pale and his whole body stiff. He only stared at the dirty stuffed doll without moving. One hand was still on the door, maintaining the same posture and appearance as when he had just opened the door. Almost frozen.

Compared with the lively and flexible puppet, he now looks more like a soulless dummy.

The puppet began to walk toward the room.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Its movements are very slow, its steps are not very steady, and it is a bit clumsy, like a child who has just started to learn to walk.

The hooded man seemed to be suddenly awakened, and at the same time he stepped back toward the door, one step, two steps, three steps.

As he stepped back, his eyes were fixed on the puppet, with deep vigilance hidden in his eyes.

Almost as soon as the puppet took a step forward, he took a step back. It seemed that this was not a harmless puppet in front of him, but an extremely vicious ghost.

His body stiffened and he trembled and stepped back step by step.

Until the moment when the puppet completely stepped into the room, the opened door seemed to be suddenly blown by an invisible strong wind, and closed heavily behind it with a "bang" sound, blocking the pale man. Inside.

His frightened eyes reflected the clumsy puppet, as well as large areas of dark smoke wafting out from the puppet, like countless dark vines coming from the puppet. It spreads out and outlines a huge shadow.

Some kind of extremely terrifying aura quietly permeates the room. Perhaps ordinary people cannot see or feel it, but for people like the hooded man, the more acute their perception, the more aware they are of this aura. It's terrible.

It was as if the door of the abyss opened before his eyes, and endless malice surrounded him, approaching her step by step, until he stood on the edge of the abyss.

So all kinds of illusions were born in front of his eyes, and his soul seemed to be torn into pieces by endless malice in the next second. Such a feeling was enough to drive people crazy!

The puppet was still approaching step by step, its footsteps silent.

The light in the room flickered on and off, and thick ink seemed to overflow from the graffiti on the simple drawing, like dark mud, threatening to flood the entire room.

The man gasped violently in his throat.

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and retreated to the edge of the bed. He suddenly collapsed backwards on the edge of the bed, his spirit already tense to the extreme.

The puppet jumped up slightly and stood on the bedside table looking at him, looking very harmless. ^思^Rabbit^ is on^line^read^read^

"Don't come here! Don't come near me again -" the man's voice was full of helplessness and panic. He waved his arms and backed away crazily towards the bed, "I promise you! I'll do whatever you want me to do." Promise! Don’t come over—!”

The puppet, which had reached the pillow at some point, stopped obediently. It tilted its head and looked at the hysterical man, as if to examine whether what he said was sincere.

For a long time, in a silence that almost suffocated the man, the puppet's head slowly straightened back, and it finally spoke and said a string of place names:

"Villa No. 17, Jinhu Community..."

"I want to see you there at twelve o'clock tomorrow. Don't be late. Don't be late."

The man nodded wildly: "Yes, yes, I remember! I will definitely not be late!"

"Then it's agreed, see you tomorrow."

The puppet immediately raised his hand and said hello cutely, very politely.

Endless black energy suddenly surged out, flooding the entire room like a sea of ​​silt.

The hooded man felt as if he was pressed under the deep sea in an instant, or as if his entire body was buried deep in the mud. His consciousness was blurred, and in the pain of almost suffocation, he vaguely heard the last sound. sound:

"Wish you sweet dreams~"

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"ah--"

Panting heavily, the man suddenly opened his eyes and saw a dim hotel room in front of him. He was still wearing the hoodie he had prepared to go out before. He just lay upright on the bed and fell asleep unconsciously.

"Is everything that just happened a dream? I was obviously ready to leave, so why did I suddenly fall asleep?"

Wiping the cold sweat on his head, his face turned frighteningly white, and his eyes were blank for a few seconds before suddenly changing.

"No, no, it was the "Nightmare" who caused the trouble. It must be him! Who else could he be if he wasn't the one who created this nightmare?" The man slowly sat up from the bed, still feeling the lingering fear in his heart from the previous dream. The scenes in the movie are still very clear when I think about them. There is no ambiguity at all, and it is definitely not like a normal dream, but a dream deliberately woven by someone. "It's just... I have never met him in his real body, that rare puppet." I gave it up decisively. How did he find me?"

The hooded man subconsciously began to think hard, and then suddenly realized: "It's those puppets from before!"

...As a member of the Monster Guild, although the two have never met in person, he has used puppets to meet each other many times. This time he threw away the puppet, but in the past he would not throw away a puppet after seeing it once. After all, making a puppet is not easy. Who knows which time the other party tracked his true identity through a puppet and marked it?

Confirming that he had just been tricked, the man's expression became more and more ugly, and he kept thinking about what happened in the dream.

"... Villa No. 17 in Jinhu Community, isn't that where Nightmare went tonight? Why did he suddenly violate the guild rules and attack me, and deliberately led me there? No, this may not be his own intention."

In a flash, he thought of many things.

"... What happened there? Is "Nightmare" controlled by someone? The next one is me???"

Thinking of this, he almost instinctively wanted to run away, but in the end he used reason to suppress all kinds of distracting thoughts in his heart, and the expression on his face became extremely bitter.

If "Nightmare" really left a mark on him without his knowledge, then the person behind the scenes could come to him when he relaxed his vigilance and catch him off guard. Using dreams to warn him in advance and let him take the initiative to find the other party tomorrow is actually a move to alert the snake. Isn't the other party worried that he will violate the agreement and run away secretly?

This shows that the person behind the scenes is fearless.

The inner world is mysterious and unpredictable. No one knows what those awakened people who have entered the inner world have brought out of it and what abilities they have.