Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng would not accept such a standard villain's speech. According to his years of experience in watching movies, generally those who say such things are either cannon fodder or hidden bosses.

But the person standing in front of him was obviously not the former.

According to the normal plot in the movie, the next step is that someone is dissatisfied and even taunts, but the next second they are directly killed by the person who said such words.

And the death was very tragic.

A gloomy atmosphere spread in the room, like adding a gray filter to the room. A faint uneasiness was fermenting, and Jiang Cheng vaguely felt that something was about to happen.

Just as he glanced back and forth, preparing to find a way out, something seemed to move beside him, and he lowered his head to look at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen's fingers actually moved.

Jiang Cheng's expression changed.

Although it felt like a long time passed, under the intense mental pressure, in just a few seconds, Jiang Cheng understood what he couldn't figure out before.

So when he saw Lin Chen open his eyes and then sit up in a daze, he didn't show surprise and just watched quietly.

Lin Chen seemed to have forgotten what she had done before. She slowly sat on the bed for a while, her head lowered, and her body was pitifully thin.

A faint gray halo enveloped her. After Lin Chen came back from the dead, the despair in Lin Chen's heart seemed to be aggravated.

She left the bed without wearing any slippers, her bare feet just stepped on the cold ground.

Walking up to the huge picture frame like a zombie.

The picture frame at this moment did not give Jiang Cheng any artistic beauty at all, and instead made him feel uncomfortable.

Standing in the corner of the wall, the easel that was almost as tall as Lin Chen looked more like a gallows in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

Lin Chen expressionlessly picked up the pen and started creating the next painting.

There is no technique, only heartfelt despair is venting, and the thin drawing paper is like a Shura field at this moment.

It's hard to imagine what this thin woman has been through.

Jiang Cheng slowly put down his hand and turned around to look directly into the eyes of the man in black. Those scarlet eyes were also looking at Lin Chen.

It was as if he was looking at one of his most beloved works, and as if a younger brother was as attached to his elder sister as if it were a poppy-like attachment.

crazy.

Sick.

What's even more terrifying is the heart-stopping purity.

"Why?" Jiang Cheng looked at the man in black, his previous restraint missing from his words, "She commits suicide at this time every day and then wakes up again."

"You have trapped her in this reincarnation!" Jiang Cheng shouted: "You are taking advantage of her despair to create more and more weird stories!"

"I'm protecting her." The man in black said without any fluctuations in his tone. He looked at the almost crazy woman in front of the easel, his eyes full of fascination, "The reason why my sister is like this is that she doesn't know how to protect herself. She is too cowardly and does not know the darkness of this world. "

"She always chooses to forgive, choose to swallow her anger, hide everything in her heart, and tell no one." Wu's expression began to change, and a blood-red curse similar to a spell appeared on his skin, and the atmosphere became a little out of control.

"I asked her to kill the people who hurt her, but she refused!"

The black windbreaker Wu Feng turned on his own, and Wu's shadow appeared on the wall behind him, but the shadow was far taller and more terrifying than Wu, the man in black.

It seems that in Jiang Cheng's eyes, the nothingness of the man in black is just an appearance, the tip of the iceberg exposed on the water, while the real nothingness is hidden under the cold deep water.

And this tip of the iceberg has forced everyone to despair.

"Only by letting my sister create ghost stories with her own hands will she know the nature of the world. I will not allow anyone to hurt my sister."

Looking at Lin Chen who was painting with useless attachment, it was hard to imagine that such a handsome face had such a pair of sharp eyebrows.

A chill ran through Jiang Cheng's body like an electric current. He felt like he was being targeted by a devil, but he clearly wasn't looking at him.

There was only room for one woman in his eyes.

He just stood there silently, as if he didn't care about anything, as long as Lin Chen was still by his side.

Turning his gaze, the next scene that appeared made him pause unconsciously. It was not the man in black staring at him, but his shadow on the wall.

The shadow is formless and massless, far more than 3 meters tall. Some of it even bends on the ceiling, almost blending into the darkness.

A pair of narrow, scarlet eyes were embedded in it, staring at him coldly.

Jiang Cheng actually read a strong desire in those eyes.

It is coveting something.

from yourself.

"Ah! Ah!" Suddenly a woman's heart-rending scream came. Lin Chen threw away the brush and looked at his work in front of him.

The despair he had accumulated before was squandered. After regaining his consciousness, Lin Chen absolutely could not accept that he could actually draw such a weird painting.

She collapsed, grabbing her body with both hands, and finally her face. Her fair skin was torn apart, leaving traces of blood.

Jiang Cheng felt hurt just looking at it.

Taking advantage of the moment when the man in black was undistracted, Jiang Cheng no longer hesitated and rushed over with a quick stride, reaching for his pocket at the same time.

It was obvious what he was going to do.

Show Lin Chen's old painting, the kind face behind the man in black Wu, to awaken her memory of the past and the original intention of creating Wu.

Creation is nothing more than a means for Lin Chen to escape reality. What she wanted to create at the beginning was the good side.

As for the appearance of the dark side of Wu, it was just a terrible derivative.

What's more terrible is that this derivative actually influenced the creator and completely suppressed the good side.

But fortunately, he couldn't destroy the good side.

Just like no matter how strong a person is, he can't destroy his own shadow.

The huge and terrifying pressure came from behind, and the knife light instantly illuminated this small room.

What's even more weird is that although Wu was behind him, Jiang Cheng felt that the knife was about to fall on his forehead.

But fortunately, Jiang Cheng was a little faster after all.

A tiny wound had already cracked on the forehead, and a few drops of bright red blood dripped along the forehead. The good side of Wu was hidden deep in Lin Chen's heart.

Only, and only through this painting!

Can the good side be awakened and end it all.

But the next second, Jiang Cheng stopped.

His hands were in his pockets, and he didn't take out the painting.

Lin Chen stood in front of him in confusion, with a painful and confused look on his face. Everything was real like a fact.

And the blade that was about to cut Jiang Cheng open from the center of his forehead suddenly disappeared.

There was a strange calmness in the air, as if nothing had happened.