Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

The scalp of the person who heard the sound of the broken neck bone tingling.

The cat couldn't help rubbing his slender neck.

So scary.

Too violent.

In terms of momentum, the nightmare of the twisted neck was much worse than Lao Bai, because of the difference in height, it looked like an adult bullying a child.

But even so, the nightmare like a purple radish didn't die.

According to the "Nightmare Research Report", there are many types of nightmares, but they can be roughly divided into biological and spiritual types. Of course, there are also subdivisions, such as resentment, malice, curse, confusion, hatred, etc. kind.

Here, biological nightmares all have the concept of death, but not necessarily the spirits.

In short, it is difficult to kill that kind.

It's like this nightmare whose neck has twisted twice. According to common sense, it should be dead. But this nightmare didn't die, just stared at Old Bai with a hateful eye.

"I lost, another game!"

With the voice, one hand of this nightmare disappeared.

It was like being swallowed by an invisible beast.

This time it failed, and it lost a hand.

Old Bai was pushed back the next moment.

The nightmare, whose neck was twisted like a twist, twisted his head back to its original position with some effort, and continued: "Red light, green light, little white light..."

back.

Click.

It was still Old Bai's turn around to meet it.

"I lost…"

A piece of the nightmare's abdomen collapsed, and it was unknown which internal organs had disappeared.

"One more round!"

This time even Lin Mo was stunned. These two nightmares were a perfect match.

One knows to go back and play the game, and if he catches or wins, he will be cursed to take away an organ; and the most unbearable thing for Lao Bai is that others turn back, and Lao Bai is extremely fast, no matter how much the nightmare thinks. Quick, it can always rush over at the first time, and the moment the other party turns back, it twists the other party's head.

But, that nightmare just can't die.

At least Laobai can't kill it.

But the curse can kill it.

After a few rounds, the nightmare's abdominal cavity had completely collapsed, missing an eye, a nose, and a hand.

If you keep playing like this, it will be completely swallowed up by the curse sooner or later.

Obviously, this purple radish-like nightmare is also vain.

After losing to Lao Bai again, it didn't want to play.

But the curse born from it cannot disappear.

Lin Mo had speculated before that for the curse to end, one of the two sides of the game must die.

The same is true.

If you don't play the game, the result is to be instantly cursed.

Maybe the nightmare's brain was eaten, so it forgot about it, and as a result, when it tried to escape, the terrible curse was triggered.

Lin Mo and Mao Mao just watched, this nightmare was devoured by an invisible force bit by bit, like a piece of biscuit, being devoured piece by piece.

In the end, with only half of his head left, it glanced at Lao Bai with some resentment, and in the next moment, this half of his head also disappeared.

real demise.

Not even a shred of debris was left.

The cat was shocked by what he saw. Although this method of death was not bloody, it had a different kind of horror. He couldn't help but say, "It's terrible!"

However, Lin Mo looked at it very openly. He patted the cat on the head: "Don't worry, a normal person will die immediately if an important organ is taken away, and will not be completely swallowed."

The cat was speechless for a while.

Secretly, do I care about the question of whether to keep the whole corpse?

It's such a horrible way to die.

Lin Mo walked over with the knife. The nightmare had been swallowed up by the curse. Naturally, the corresponding invisible curse was gone.

From this point of view, the power of the curse is very fair and very powerful.

"Go, keep going upstairs."

Lin Mo didn't intend to waste time. His plan to dominate Building 3 only had the last few floors left, and he had to finish it today.

After entering the elevator, Lin Mo and Mao Mao jumped and turned around in tacit understanding, which could prevent Lao Bai's taboos from being triggered.

Not as expected by Lin Mo, this time Lao Bai followed.

This time, the originally spacious elevator suddenly became crowded.

Mao Mao already knew Lao Bai's taboo on killing. As long as it didn't trigger, nothing would happen. In this regard, Lao Bai was indeed a particular nightmare.

So her mind is much calmer than before, and she has begun to slowly try to use Lin Mo's method to adapt to this new world.

"How about Lao Bai, did you have a good time just now?" Lin Mo said to Lao Bai, and then pressed the elevator up.

There is no doubt that Lao Bai showed his terrifying strength this time. If Lin Mo was alone this time, unless Xiao Yu came to help, he would definitely be killed by that purple carrot monster.

And even if Xiaoyu shot, he may not be able to retreat, because he has been targeted by the curse, and he does not follow the rules of the game, no one can say what the result will be.

The difference from before is that this time, Lao Bai did not possess Lin Mo or Mao Mao, but was alone.

This has rarely happened before.

Obviously, some kind of change has taken place in Lao Bai's autism these days.

Lin Mo has been observing each other.

Old Bai is whiter than before, and the black energy on his body is also more intense. The air around his face is distorted, and he still can't see his appearance.

This change made Lin Mo very concerned.

In Lin Mo's heart, the reason why Lao Bai is 'Lao Bai' is because Lao Bai abides by the 'rules' and does not touch his rules of killing, it is absolutely safe.

This is what Lin Mo has personally practiced.

But things don't always stay the same.

Perhaps at some point, Lao Bai's killing rules will change.

When that day comes, Lao Bai will no longer be 'Lao Bai'.

This point, Lin Mo has a clear understanding, and he is also ready~www.readwn.com~ In the next few layers, Lin Mo did not encounter any more difficult nightmares, perhaps because of an old white follower On the sidelines, the plan went very smoothly.

Occupying the twelfth floor is a human head floating in the air.

Lin Mo had a friendly and in-depth conversation with the other party, and fully exchanged opinions.

To put it simply, in the future, the well water will not cause river water, but if Lin Mo needs help, he must help him unconditionally once, and if it exceeds the number of times, it can be negotiated.

This attitude is very good.

Lin Mo spoke highly of this head floating in the air.

And the nightmare on the thirteenth floor is a child hiding in a bottle.

Because the place where the other party was hiding was very hidden, Lin Mo searched for a long time to find it. When he saw a child crawling out of a porcelain vase, his facial features were distorted, and malice pervaded. Lin Mo didn't find this scene scary, but rather surprised.

The child was not very good at talking at first, and wanted to do something, but this guy accidentally triggered Lao Bai's taboo. After a set of cervical spine therapy, the little guy screamed and cursed to get back into the porcelain bottle, and then said nothing. Not coming out.

Lin Mo thought for a while, and took the porcelain bottle back to Building 2, and then stuffed it into Room 809.

It's normal for a child to be rebellious. At this time, communication between peers is needed. Lin Mo believes that the next time he sees this little guy, the other party will definitely look new.

This night, Lin Mo had a very fulfilling life.

It can be said that he was busy from beginning to end. Lin Mo was still very worried about Lao Bai. After thinking about it, Lin Mo secretly found Xiaoyu to understand the situation.

The cold little hand held Lin Mo's hand and wrote a line in the diary.

"Today, he had a great time!"