She didn't dry herself off, so she lay on her back on the mattress. The water droplets on her body began to soak out, and her disheveled hair looked like a blooming black rose.

Mrs. Fisher also lay down on the other side, but she was lying on her side, looking at her granddaughter.

"Go to sleep, kid."

Philomena closed her eyes, and so did Mrs. Fisher.

"Click..."

Everything around has turned into a gray tone.

In the gray mist, there was a "squeaking" sound on the floor. The dog-like man grabbed the gap in the floor with his claws, dragged his body forcefully, and crawled into the bedroom bit by bit.

Where it passed, dark brown blood stains were left, and the ravine in the middle was the mark of the recorder being dragged and rubbed.

Finally, he crawled to his daughter's bedroom, but he did not stop, but continued to crawl under the bed. Finally, he crawled to his favorite sleeping position in the past.

His daughter was sleeping on the bed, and he curled up and slept under the bed. He felt that in this place, he could sleep peacefully.

After adjusting his posture and coughing out another mouthful of blood, he forced himself to close his eyes while the wound on his chest was rising and falling uncontrollably.

"Click..."

The lights were turned off completely, and it was pitch black.

a few moments;

"Crack!"

A beam of light shone down, illuminating an empty place alone, as if an area that was originally integrated had been torn apart.

Soon, a chair and the young man crucified on the chair appeared there.

Chains of order spread out from the back of the chair and gradually covered the man's body. A strong aura of order flowed out, completely wrapping the man's body.

Gradually, the man's body woke up from the stillness. He slowly raised his arms and let his hands grasp the two knitting needles that were pierced into his eye sockets.

"well……"

A sigh came from the man's mouth, and you could hear his helplessness and reluctance.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Take a short deep breath to adjust, and seem to be counting silently "3, 2, 1..."

"Poof!" "Poof!"

The knitting needle was pulled out of the man's eye socket, and the man's back also broke away from the back of the chair and sat up straight.

The blood in his eyes began to recover, and the injuries in his eye sockets quickly recovered. It was as if nothing had happened, and of course, nothing had happened.

But Karen's hands were still rubbing her eyes gently, and she kept gasping while rubbing them.

"Hiss...it really hurts."

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Chapter completed!