Before the girl could come back to her senses from Bai Yang’s question, they seemed to have run from the bedroom to the set of a horror movie, everything changed so quickly.

Under the cold night, a wail seemed to sound. In the pain, with hysterical madness, drops of blood flowed out from the depths of the pink room, dyeing the ground blood red.

All the sounds of silence were amplified, the wooden floor made a creaking sound, and the sound of water dripping from the faucet next door was as if it was ringing in my ears.

Bai Yang could even hear the sound of the two people beating around him, and even his own heartbeat began to accelerate.

"What's coming?"

Even no matter how indifferent the girl was, she still couldn't help but tremble. The boy in her arms didn't even dare to make a crying sound, but her pale lips were trembling constantly, and she obviously felt that kind of fear.

The flashing lights, the sizzling TV sounds, the blood all over the ground, strangely, like an invisible hand grabbing people's hearts, exerting force little by little, suppressing, despair and darkness permeate.

Bai Yang did not answer the girl. At this time, he didn't want to talk nonsense, and he was even less in the mood to comfort anyone.

This kind of change will never happen inexplicably, is it because of the people of the Site Empire or the mysterious force that pursues him?

No matter which method is extremely strange, it can be considered terrifying, which is completely beyond Bai Yang's understanding.

Time seemed to be pulled slowly, and Bai Yang could clearly feel something seemed to be squirming in the space, but he was completely unable to determine where that thing was.

But there was a kind of intuition in the dark that told Bai Yang that the thing was coming to him.

About three or four seconds later, Bai Yang's face gradually became ugly. A feeling of discomfort rippled in his heart. His thinking slowed down and a buzzing noise began to appear in his ears.

Bai Yang could feel that he seemed to have a pair of cold hands touching his neck. The blood flow slowed down at this moment, his pulse was slowing down, and his body gradually became colder.

Everything seemed to push him into a complete death, a cold and eternal abyss.

But everyone in this room knew that there was no third person in this room except Bai Yang, An Ning and the Little Boy.

But now there is a non-existent person coming in, and the man is going to kill Bai Yang now.

This sentence may taste a bit weird, but when it actually happens, people will only feel terrifying.

Bai Yang could only persist with his own will, like a person who was about to fall off the cliff and was carrying out his final stubbornness.

"Do you want me to die?"

Bai Yang grinned and smiled. He had been surviving since he came to this world, but people in this world didn't seem to want him to live.

Whether it was his lawyer, the prison guard at Assals Prison, the woman in front of him, or the person who did not exist, they all wanted him to die.

Did he, Bai Yang, do something wrong?

He didn't.

This damn world that comes to a big dream will die inexplicably. There is no such reason in this world.

The blue veins on the poplar's neck burst out, the blood vessels were visible, and the expression of the whole person was completely distorted.

The suffocation became more and more obvious, and the dizziness in my mind became stronger and stronger.

Bai Yang knelt on one knee on the blood-stained bed, like a beast fighting a trapped beast in a cage, but he was powerless to turn things around.

The girl stared at the scene in front of her blankly. She didn't even know what to say, so she could only hug the little boy in her arms and become more and more solid.

All of this has exceeded her perception.

In the dark, Bai Yang felt that his consciousness gradually faded away and fell into a dark abyss. It was eternal darkness, the depth of the sky without seeing the sun.

And at this moment, the darkness suddenly lit up.

Buzz...

As if something trembling sounded, Bai Yang slowly closed his eyes, and his hideous face calmed down for a moment.

There seemed to be some shackles being opened in the dark, and Bai Yang's fierce aura became more and more terrifying, as if there was a demon being released by Bai Yang.

The next moment, Bai Yang opened his cold eyes.

He could feel that his world seemed completely different, and the feeling of coldness and suffocation faded quickly. Even Bai Yang even had an illusion that he had never been so good.

After Bai Yang opened her eyes, the incredible look on the girl's cold face was revealed.

Looking at her eyes, she stared straight at Bai Yang, as if she was looking at something extremely terrifying.

An Ning trembled all over. From her perspective, the "Qiao Zhiwen" in front of her suddenly became terrifying, as if she was being strangled by someone, and her breathing became more and more difficult.

But as "Qiao Zhiwen" opened his eyes, a blurry black shadow appeared behind "Qiao Zhiwen" and appeared out of thin air behind "Qiao Zhiwen".

The empty pupils are speechless fear.

All this is completely beyond Anling's perception.

Without any warning, Bai Yang suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a face that was rotten so destined that it could not be recognized, with the fishy smell of the corpse.

In an instant, the eyes met.

Bai Yang's eyes were cold murderous intent, and the corpse had dark holes.

"boom!"

A slender and powerful man pressed on the neck of something that was inseparable from humans and ghosts, and hit it hard on the wall, making a huge roar.

"You want to kill me?"

Bai Yang stared at the monster in front of him with cold eyes.

No matter whether this thing is a human or a ghost, or a monster that has been created, since he wants to kill him, he must be prepared to die.

Even if it is a ghost, let him die again.

Bai Yang suddenly hit the monster's face with a punch, and the violent and terrifying force pressed the monster against the wall.

"boom!"

The retaining wall in the bedroom was directly knocked open, concrete and steel bars flew out, and a huge hole was cracked in the thick wall.

Spielberg just lay down and suddenly sat up from his bed, looking at the broken wall.

The next moment, he saw Bai Yang's tall figure walking in, with a terrifying sense of oppression, and Spielberg felt that his breathing was about to suffocate.

This guy wants to kill someone!

Who do he want to kill?

Spielberg never felt this fatal danger, but now the other party just walked in and did nothing, which made him feel this feeling.

I was asleep in bed at night, and suddenly a strong man rushed in. What should I do?

"What's crazy about you?"

Spielberg swallowed, moistening his dry throat, and said carefully.

He himself may not have realized how humble he was at this time.

At this moment, a black shadow flashed in the bedroom, and Spielberg instantly felt something liquid dripping from the top of his head.

He touched it subconsciously, but his hands were covered in blood, and he almost subconsciously looked up. At that moment, Spielberg saw a pair of empty and dark eye sockets. His strength instantly passed, as if he had been immersed in the cold river water in the cold winter, as if he had been stabbed into his body by ice slag.

Spielberg wanted to look away, but he couldn't take it away. He couldn't help but fear surrounded Spielberg like a tide.

He saw something he shouldn't have seen. Is this... hell?

At this moment, Spielberg's brain was instantly released.

His head was straightened by a pair of cold hands, and his eyes were facing Bai Yang.

The light next door shone through the big holes in the two rooms on the back of Bai Yang, pulling his shadow long.

At this time, the cold sound of the poplars sounded.

"Threat me with him?"

Bai Yang seemed to have seen something funny.

"When do you think you can threaten me?"

Bai Yang walked over step by step, stepping on the wooden floor barefoot, making a creaking sound.

I don’t know if it was Spielberg’s illusion, but he felt that perhaps Bai Yang was even more dangerous. Every step of Bai Yang’s footstep seemed to be stomping on his neck, and the terrifying sense of oppression made him tremble involuntarily.

Scarlet blood spread from Spielberg's feet, and the bedroom was filled with a bloody, rotten, and foul smell.

"Even if you are a ghost, you must die again today."

In an instant, Bai Yang suddenly poked out his hand and pressed it on the rotten corpse that was almost invisible.

Spielberg instantly resumed his movements. At this moment, he almost rolled behind Bai Yang wildly, and then subconsciously looked back.

From his perspective, we can clearly see that the man who had never been serious from Assals prison pressed his hand firmly against a black shadow, and the shadow struggled wildly.

The dark shadow seems to have tens of millions of forms, but whenever it solidifies, a rotten corpse in its eyes will appear.

"What the hell is this!" Spielberg spoke almost subconsciously.

But Spielberg received no answer. He just heard the numb sound, the sound of the skull being crushed inch by inch.

"Crunch! Crunch..."

Just as the man rushed into this room, even if this ghost thing is really a ghost, he will kill it again.

When the ghost in his hand completely lost its resurrection, Bai Yang let go of his hand, like a pile of rotten corpse fell on the ground, hitting the blood all over the ground, splashing scarlet blood.
To be continued...