Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Now, Fu Minghui can only grit his teeth, put on Luo Zhao's poker face, and strengthen his murderous aura.

Then she discovered that reputation itself is strength.

In the eyes of the spirits in the border area, Luo Zhao is a great evil god and a great murderer.

Unless someone is looking for death or wants revenge, almost no one will take the initiative to attack him.

So she tried her best to put on a cold, oppressive poker face, but just raised the lightsaber without actually doing anything, and the other party screamed and fled.

"Run quickly! This person is about to take action."

"He can kill ghosts."

"I don't want to die again."

Following the chaotic thoughts, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

In fact, it should be said that it fell into deathly silence.

Fu Minghui felt at a loss for a moment.

Without an enemy or a protector, she didn't know what to do and couldn't retreat on her own.

calm down!

She warned herself, and then tried to remember what she would do if it was Luo Zhao.

In all likelihood, we should find her and rescue her.

He is an indomitable person with clear goals and tries his best.

So she should do the same in order to continue to pretend to be Luo Zhao in the border area, which frightened the spirits.

It doesn't matter if she can't tell the direction. Doesn't she have the ability to read minds?

After concentrating on listening for a long time, I only felt a faint sound coming from the distance.

Not external movements, but messy inner thoughts.

Gathering up his courage, Fu Minghui headed towards the depths of darkness.

Her current body is fake, and the lightsaber naturally has no power.

But the light was there, and it was changing in length and length, like a street lamp in her dark night.

Protect her and ward off evil spirits.

near, near.

Slowly, she got closer and closer to the sound, and finally came close.

However, he stepped into a certain warehouse.

The night outside was very dark, and there was a silent drizzle floating down, making everything wet.

Including the lonely light in the warehouse, and the air that was filled with a rotten smell.

The windows on all sides of the warehouse were sealed, and with a creaking sound, the only door was opened.

The rain, mixed with chill, rushed in all at once.

Fu Minghui instinctively dodged and hid behind a shelf.

I accidentally glanced at it and felt familiar, and then my eyes stung.

On the shelves, there are boxes of candies.

The one right in front of her had a hole dug out from the side, and the exposed candy was the kind that Wei Tong particularly liked and used as a primer and medium to pull her into the boundary.

It is no longer produced and was unique to that era.

Candy is innocent and can be used as one of Wei Tong's criminal tools. Fu Minghui feels conflicted from the bottom of his heart.

Subconsciously, I wanted to change places, but stopped abruptly.

Because "people" have already entered the warehouse.

Wei Tong swaggered in with the fake Fu Minghui on his shoulders.

He didn't fight back, and the warehouse creaked shut again.

The whole process was quite slow, and the sound made one's teeth ache and the heart sink, as if it was cutting off life from the outside bit by bit.

Once you go out and come in, there is a door, but it separates hell and the world.

At this point, Fu Minghui had no choice but to shrink even tighter, not daring to breathe.

There is only one lamp, hanging by the door.

The weak and damp light stretched forward feebly, at most it only illuminated the middle part of the warehouse. The remaining surrounding shelves and piles of sundries turned into black undulations, making it completely unrealistic.

However, this also perfectly blocked Fu Minghui.

She saw Wei Tong put "Fu Minghui" on the ground, and she jumped up and down to the middle area, the edge of the lights.

Things in the warehouse are not neatly arranged at all, or even randomly placed.

Just under Wei Tong's feet were a few broken wooden boards, thrown randomly on the ground.

Wei Tong stood still on the wooden board, turned to look at the door, and said in a pitiful tone, "Little sister, come quickly, come here."

Fu Minghui saw the "little sister", also played by Luo Zhao, with a sluggish expression, as if she had been cured, and as if her soul was locked by something, showing a posture unique to the Wei couple.

Li Yu and Zhang Jianhui, who played the Wei couple, were not there at all.

This situation made Fu Minghui feel nervous.

Although he rationally felt that Luo Zhao would not be so bad and could be easily controlled and the other party would still be defeated, he was still worried after all.

It's like when you're reading a book or a movie or TV show, you know you're going to get HE, but you're still worried about it.

"Come here and play with me. Remember? We used to play games on these boards."

"I think it's fun."

"It's a pity that my sister is immobile and can't be happy with me."

Damn pervert!

Fu Minghui just listened to these words, and when he thought about what happened to the bridesmaid, goosebumps started to form on the soles of his feet, and they spread all over his body.

She understood that this warehouse and the bridesmaid case were what Wei Tong was most proud of, so his fantasy would naturally be constructed like this.

Because he wants to continue this "game".

Luo Zhao remained motionless, like a puppet.

Wei Tong suddenly lost his patience and yelled, "I told you to come here, did you hear me? Isn't that what you were like at that time? A kind-hearted sister!"

He seemed to have confused the kidnapped "Fu Minghui" with the bridesmaid.

Then he said a long "Oh" again, as if he thought of something, "I remember, my sister wanted to leave after she sent me in."

"They say women have a sixth sense. Do you sense danger?"

"But how could it be dangerous? Don't both men and women like that kind of game?"

"I saw it once in the woods near my home. That stinky watch was so beautiful that I trembled all over."

"Oh, your scalp is numb for no reason and your whole body feels cold."

"People are so strange, they often do this. I'm different. I only do this when I'm happiest. I'm never afraid of anything."

His voice and tone are constantly switching between an adult criminal and a young child, seamlessly, sometimes so vulgar that it makes one's scalp numb, sometimes crisp, innocent, and inexplicably weird.

This made Fu Minghui even more convinced that Wei Tong had indeed "grew up" in the dark ghost world for thirty years.

So, the evil that is born is combined with the evil that is acquired through cultivation.

Must be eliminated!

Not only did Wei Tong speak, he also took two steps to the side and jumped a few times.

With a click, a mousetrap appeared next to the broken wooden bar and clamped his foot.

There was blood, flowing out.

But it's black blood.

Wei Tong turned into a child again and started crying, "It hurts, I hurt so much, sister, come and save me."

Suddenly, Fu Minghui felt as if there was a shadow in front of him.

Luo Zhao pretended to be sluggish and did not move, but another woman's figure walked over diagonally.

Even though her face was unclear, Fu Minghui knew immediately: it was the bridesmaid.

In fact, this intentional idea started from children committing crimes in the news.

It really makes adults feel nervous.

I think most children are cute and kind, even if they are sometimes very naughty.

But a child who is truly bad at learning, even if it is only one in a million, is really terrible.

Because in the hearts of kind people, they always feel that children will not do anything too extreme.