"Fake? Devil? "
Yang Jia's somewhat mysterious and lazy voice made Xiao Huan sober up, and there was a biting chill of falling into the ice lake.
And Yang Jia in front of her, the mysterious and cold girl, just looked into his eyes and said softly: "Do you feel that everyone around you has an inexplicable and strong hatred for you." "
"Do you feel that all of them want to kill you and eat you?"
"..."
Xiao Huan suddenly looked at her with some horror, and unreasonably gave birth to some gratitude in his heart.
Because this woman actually accurately said what he felt just now.
But then, Yang Jia sighed softly and said, "I can tell you that it's all true." "
"The hatred they showed for you was true just now in the room, but if you left the room later, they would kill you, and that's true."
"..."
At this moment, Xiao Huan only felt that his scalp was slightly numb, and the world behind him seemed to collapse silently.
After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Why?" "
"The reason is simple."
A slight mint-smelling smoke floated in front of Yang Jia's face, and he said softly:
"Everything around us is just the same as you remember, and they have long been unknowingly replaced by false monsters."
"You're out of tune with the world, like a nail stuck in the clock."
"The world is disgusted with you, hates you, and wants to kill you completely..."
"..."
Xiao Huan couldn't describe the feeling when he heard these words, he just looked at Yang Jia blankly, her calm and beautiful face gave herself a strong madness.
"I ..."
He didn't know how many questions he wanted to ask, but Yang Jia got up quickly, put his palm on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Don't talk, they're coming." "
Xiao Huan's heart was still filled with a lot of confusion, and he was inexplicably shocked.
In the corridor, I saw that Jiang Cheng had already walked over with a smile, and he was still looking at him with that gloomy look just now, but at this time, it seemed that he was a different person, and said with a smile on his face:
"I said why you two have been gone for so long and haven't returned, it turns out that you are whispering here."
"Can you let me hear what you're talking about?"
"..."
Xiao Huan's heart was full of vigilance at this time, but Yang Jia had already replied with a smile very easily: "It's just a little interesting to talk about." "
Jiang Cheng glanced at Yang Jia, and then looked at Xiao Huan, his expression seemed to be a little dissatisfied, he just smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Okay, okay, everyone is in a hurry." "
But as he spoke, he suddenly turned his head to look at Xiao Huan again, and said, "Yang Jia, you go back first, I have something to tell Xiao Huan." "
Looking at the moment when he just turned his head, a touch of yin seemed to flash in his eyes.
This made Xiao Huan instantly vigilant in his heart, and subconsciously looked at Yang Jia, of course he didn't want Yang Jia to leave, but unexpectedly, she just nodded obediently and turned around to leave.
It's just that the moment she turned around, she suddenly approached Xiao Huan's ear and said quickly: "The first commandment of a stranger: don't let yourself look weak. "
"If you don't want to be killed by him, you have to kill him."
"..."
"Kill him?"
Xiao Huan was frightened by these words, and looked at Yang Jia with some horror.
But Yang Jia had already turned to leave, still with a business as usual expression on her face.
It was Jiang Cheng who saw Yang Jia's expression of whispering in Xiao Huan's ear, and it seemed that this made him feel extremely dissatisfied.
Seeing Yang Jia leave, the little smile on his face had suddenly retracted.
When he turned his head to look at Xiao Huan, he was already full of coldness and anger, and suddenly pulled Xiao Huan by the hand and pulled him into the bathroom.
Holding Xiao Huan's arm in his hand, he used so much force that he had already pushed Xiao Huan against the wall of the bathroom, and the glass realm shattered with a bang, and the fragments splashed all over the ground.
There was also a distorted and resentful coldness in his voice: "You are also worthy?" "
"You ..."
Xiao was taken by surprise and pressed against the wall by him, instinctively a little flustered, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with you?" "
"I know that this party was gathered because I met Yang Jia."
"I know that I like Yang Jia."
"I know that Yang Jia is mine, and you deserve to rob me? You deserve to look at her too? You deserve to go outside and whisper to her? "
"..."
Jiang Cheng's expression was cold and roared, the anger made the earthworm-like blood vessels on his forehead bulge high and twisted, at this moment, Xiao Huan felt a strong threat in him, that undisguised anger, let him have a sense of panic that he couldn't control, he could feel Jiang Cheng's anger, as if it was not contained, and the blood strands that spread like spider webs quickly crawled all over the eyeballs.
He was so angry, hatred and resentment erupted in substance, and even used too much force, and his mouth suddenly cracked.
The corners of both sides of the mouth were torn apart by the twisted muscle force, and then the chest suddenly split apart, and the surface of the body was like a broken eggshell, and twisted tentacles bloomed from the inside of the body.
Round suction cups and inverted tooth spikes squirmed and shook off the slime.
"You unenterprising garbage, you deserve to die in your bedroom..."
In a vague and resentful voice, Jiang Cheng's slimy barbed arm, or tentacles, stabbed at Xiao Huan's heart.
At this moment, Xiao Huan's eyes suddenly widened.
He looked at the disgusting and terrifying tentacles, drilling into his heart, and the tension instantly reached the extreme, and there was a feeling that the blood in his whole body was being squeezed into his brain by an invisible force.
The panic that had been piling up for a long time also flares up at this moment, instantaneously, and it is menacing, stronger than any panic he has ever experienced.
"Is this real, or is it an illusion?"
He ... Turned into a monster? "
"..."
With a severe headache and dizziness, he felt that everything around him had slowed down.
Only the angry and torn face of Jiang Cheng in front of him, and the tentacles that squirmed out of his body, and the arm that contained inhuman strength.
How so...
How could such an absurd nightmare come across?
He couldn't understand why, but he felt that the sound of his heart beating was unusually clear, but the interval between each beat was infinitely widened.
Ever since he'd endured the panic he'd been bothering him for four years and had struggled to get used to the feeling of having a flare-up, he'd had had it all the time.
The more tense you get, the slower everything around you becomes, almost stopping.
In the same second, he can think more things, feel more information, as if the world is stagnant and only his own mind is exploding.
In the past, this feeling brought only pain and suffering, but now it seems to have played some unexpected role.
Minds are overloaded like an explosion.
It took him less than a second to figure out what it took him to figure out.
...
...
"Jiang Cheng in front of him has become a monster, and he is full of hatred for me, he thinks... Kill me. "
"Should I run away?"
"No, I can't escape, this monster is too close to me."
"So, if I want to protect myself, there's only one way left..."
Xiao Huan thought of the sentence that Yang Jia whispered just now: "If you want to live, you have to kill him." "
Killing people is naturally not good, Xiao Huan has never killed chickens since he was a child, let alone a person, but the thing in front of him is a monster, and it is hurting itself, so how can he have any other choice?
So, the question is, how to kill?
And when such a question flashed in his heart, Xiao Huan, whose mind was running like an explosion, tried his best to capture all the details around him, and in this slow motion that almost stopped time, he saw Jiang Cheng's cracked skin and hideous flesh and blood and tentacles, and saw the unknown flesh and blood tissue in his body, and the dark red heart in the center of the cracked body, which was slowly bulging out to compress blood.
I also used the peripheral vision of my eyes to see the shiny fragments on the ground, which were the mirror fragments that Jiang Cheng shattered when he pushed himself onto the mirror.
So Xiao Huan's heart gradually swelled with new courage.
...
...
"Bang!"
Jiang Cheng, who was in a rage, turned into tentacles in his arms, and slammed towards Xiao Huan's chest.
This speed was already a little amazing, but he didn't expect that at the same time as his tentacles slammed forward, Xiao Huan was pressed against the wall's body, and suddenly slashed to the side, and then squatted.
The tentacles instantly slammed into the tile wall of the bathroom, and the tiles were splashed with debris.
Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, he couldn't imagine that Xiao Huan, who was weak in panic and had no power to resist, could actually avoid this blow, but he immediately roared, and more tentacles churned and grabbed Xiao Huan.
But Xiao Huan, who dodged the first volley, moved surprisingly fast... No, it's not fast, it's precise.
I just thought about it many times and observed it for a long time, and the action was efficient, decisive and precise enough.
As he crouched down to dodge the volley, he reached for the ground and grabbed a long, knife-sharp lens.
He even picked a piece that was long enough and sharp enough.
Before the tentacles on Jiang Cheng's body slammed into him again, he tightened his grip on the lens, got up, and stabbed down on his chest.
"Whew!"
Xiao Huan's wrist passed through the sticky tentacles and passed into Jiang Cheng's open heart, and the lenses of the pointed mirror pierced directly into Jiang Cheng's frantically beating heart.
The heart was like leather, and it seemed to be tougher than expected, but Xiao Huan also used all his strength this time, and it was still pierced directly, and directly pierced into his heart to a depth of ten centimeters.
Jiang Cheng's waving tentacles suddenly became soft.
He staggered back, his face partially split into his unbalanced eyes with an unexpected, frightened glow.
And Xiao Huan clenched the blood-stained mirror fragments and stared at him deadly.
He took a deep breath, then crouched down again, and stabbed the heart hard.
Two knives.