Chapter 82 "Witch's Kaleidoscope" 5 Price

The sound of thunder and rain filled my ears. The curtains were blown up by the strong wind outside, making a "bang bang" sound. The windows were pulled repeatedly, making a "creaking" sound, like a killer's chainsaw.

The lights above my head flickered, blinding me.

A chill slowly crept in.

Zhuci put down the milk and did not move.

His premonition told him that something terrible was going to happen next.

But common sense told him that it was best to stand up and close the window.

Finally, he stood up.

"Boom."

The moment he stood up, the light above his head finally couldn't hold on and went out.

Zhuci paused as he stood up.

The air became increasingly humid, and a strange smell lingered at the tip of my nose.

It's hard to describe the smell, it's like paper has been burned in a grave, or even the smell of three incense sticks.

Zhu Ci carefully held onto the sofa. The wind outside was too strong. The cold air tried to penetrate his skin and the sound was annoying. If he didn't close the door, he had no idea how difficult this night would be.

The moment lightning breaks through the sky, the entire world will be illuminated.

The light from the window filtered into the room, magnifying the moment when the boy's pupils contracted and his breathing stopped.

In front of him, on the blank wall, there was a line of huge blood-red words. He didn't know when they were written there. It might be the handwriting of ghosts and gods.

"I'm coming to see you!"

The characters were still leaving red traces, like the blood and tears of a monster, hideous and terrifying.

Zhu Ci still finds this kind of weird and supernatural thing disgusting. It cannot be touched or seen, but it is everywhere.

He lowered his head and took a breath, his fingers trembling slightly.

Which is scarier, a person in the room or a ghost?

Perhaps at this moment, cruel eyes have been glued to him, observing his every move, and every expression is carefully observed by him.

Zhu Ci walked towards the window. The rain outside was so heavy that it jumped in from outside, forming a puddle of water stains under the window.

As he approached, the water drops jumped onto him.

Zhuci held the windows on both sides, the wind ruffled his hair, and the rain jumped onto his face, no different from tears.

He closed the windows against the pressure of the wind, keeping everything out.

At the same time, the room became even darker and silent.

The light is broken, so he has to go back and turn it on again.

Zhu Ci's body was wet. The weather here was still hot, so he wore short-sleeved shirt. His white arms looked as if they would leave marks if they were grabbed.

It all seemed like a joke, and now, maybe he had locked himself up with some unknown guy.

Let's just treat this as a prank, Zhu Ci thought as he walked towards the sofa.

He managed to see the furnishings in the room and picked up the calendar.

To go back to your room, you inevitably have to pass through the door in the entrance hall.

He rubbed his head and told himself that he would not die anyway.

"Uh..."

The room was too dark and Zhu Ci didn't know what he had stepped on. He staggered a few steps and reached out to grab something to hold on to.

He was agile enough not to fall.

However……

"Clang..."

The door opened.

The corridor outside was dark, like an abyss opening its bloody mouth to Zhuci.

Zhu Ci frowned, startled.

The wind rushed in, and at the same time, the windows that had been closed made a sound of being unable to bear the weight.

“Sizzle…”

The sound of breaking glass was sharp and piercing.

Zhu Ci seemed to have touched something and managed to steady himself.

After all, he is still young and has barely watched any horror movies.

This game is quite interesting...

No!

As he was thinking about it, his nerves suddenly tensed up.

The touch of his other hand was wet and... warm.

Zhu Ci raised his head and a pair of scarlet eyes flashed before his eyes. The madness in those eyes was shocking, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

"Pu Tong."

"hiss."

A strong feeling of weightlessness came over him, and his original support disappeared, and Zhu Ci fell to the ground.

He propped himself up with his arms and tried to stand up. The sound of wind and rain in his ears seemed stronger than before.

But in the meantime, another voice stood out.

“Tick-tock…”

Have you ever heard the sound of water dripping? Or the sound of blood dripping?

Zhu Ci was facing the open door. He could not see anything, yet it seemed as if he saw a lot. At this moment, he finally felt the viciousness of this note.

Is this what a B-level copy is like? Then he should just go back to his A-level copy.

“Tick-tock…”

I couldn't tell whether it was the sound of water or footsteps.

Zhu Ci quickly got up, he was a little nervous for once, but now was not the time to think so much.

Originally he wanted to stay and look for clues, but now he felt that it was unnecessary and it would be better to get the notebook and go back as soon as possible.

pity……

How could a targeted prey, who was being played around with at will, be let go so easily?

It was like the scent of earth after the rain approaching him, invisible, yet so hard to ignore.

The damp and cold water vapor wrapped around his wrists, and an inexplicable force dragged him to the edge of the windowsill.

The rain outside dropped on the boy's hair, face, and neck, mixing with his tears, making it difficult to separate them.

The water even flowed down his neck, soaking his thin T-shirt, outlining the boy's thin figure.

"Get lost... uh." Zhu Ci tried to struggle, but was pinned firmly to the windowsill.

Lightning illuminated his face, which was soaked in water and glamorously red, but there was only a slight anger in his expression, and more of it was coldness and indomitable spirit. It was a kind of chaotic beauty that made people want to bully him even more cruelly.

He didn't even see anyone during the speech. He was in a very bad mood, but he didn't have time to notice how bad his mood was.

How can we get out of this predicament?

The water droplets gathered into small streams, flowing slowly over his body, and the chill penetrated into his lungs.

There was an extra piece of iron in Zhu Ci's hand.

He clenched his fists, and the bandage on his hand opened a small hole, and the iron sheet pierced into his skin.

The smell of blood is stronger than before.

This is an opportunity.

Zhu Ci struggled to break free from the restraints and stabbed the iron sheet forward.

It was difficult to grasp the guy's position in the field of vision, and attacking him was no different from attacking the air.

But the purpose of the toast is not to kill the invisible thing.

He can't solve it, at least not yet.

He just wanted to run to the room and get the notebook back.

Amid the hurried footsteps, the "tick-tick" sound of water is always orderly.

Zhu Ci finally approached the bedroom. As he ran inside, a very rare look of urgency and joy appeared on his face.

It will be over soon...

But the next second, his ankle was entangled by something wet, and he was thrown forward and fell to the ground.

Speech: "..." He really wanted to curse now.

"What a lunatic..."

A sound as cold and gloomy as the cold wind and heavy rain outside rang out in the quiet and dark space.

Zhu Ci stood up, and the only things in his sight were the books in the room.

He tried to crawl towards the book, but his left hand was suddenly grabbed and his upper body pressed to the ground.

My fingers were pried apart one by one by something invisible, and the calendar fell to the ground.

There was a gust of cold wind at the back of my neck.

"Why do you still care about those idiots? I dealt with them all in order to come to see you, so you don't have to go through so many hoops and worry so much."

Zhu Ci was shocked. He really couldn't imagine what the scene would be like if so many dead people came back to find him.

"Ha, you can hear me, right?"

There was no way to respond to him, no way to show that I had noticed him.

Zhuci's left foot was clamped and he could hardly move. He could only try to lift his body, using his hands and feet, and slowly approach the diary on the bed.

His room was obviously not big, but the distance from the door to the bed was as far as climbing to the sky.

"Huh..." He took a breath. It seemed like something was pressing on his body, making it difficult for him to move.

Water dripped onto the ground, and he was soaked without knowing when.

Finally, he was about to touch the notebook. Zhu Ci climbed onto the bed, and the white sheets were wet by the moist water vapor.

He stretched out his hand, but couldn't touch the notebook.

His clothes were already wet, and Zhu Ci felt as if he had fallen into the sea, cold all over.

His right hand was still holding the iron sheet, and the blood flowing outside was still warm, but he could not feel it at all.

Just a little bit...

Suddenly, my right hand couldn't move.

The bandages around my hands suddenly began to fall off, leaving white streaks stained with red and falling onto the sheets.

Zhuci's right hand joints were tense, his knuckles were roughly pried apart, and a piece of iron suddenly disappeared. The remaining bandages also fell off, and a pair of extremely artistic hands were exposed to the humid air. Because of tension and blood loss, the slender white fingertips were trembling slightly, but they could not break free from this inexplicable confinement.

He opened his mouth, but many words came to his lips but he couldn't say them.

It's best not to pay attention to him.

The wound on the palm of my hand was still bleeding, but the palm of my right hand was itchy and numb.

The previous coldness seemed false, and Zhu Ci suddenly felt a little warmth.

The blood from his wound was licked carefully, and outside there was a thunderstorm, amplifying every sense.

"...Don't..." He couldn't help but utter a syllable, but his voice suddenly became hoarse, as if it was the sound of someone who had a cold.

After this syllable, Zhuci knew that he was impulsive.

The monster that imprisoned him seemed to have some shape, and the feeling in his palm became stronger.

The sense of oppression after Zhu Ci was even heavier.

Maybe his voice before also gave this guy some invisible power.

This is a trap.

Zhu Ci gritted his teeth, who knows if this guy has any problems.

Zhuci grabbed the bed sheet with his left hand, moved forward little by little, and finally touched the notebook.

He turned it over, but did not leave immediately.

"You killed me but you don't dare to bear the consequences?" It was as if a dark and damp monster was declaring revenge.

The lightning outside the bedroom window once again illuminated the long night, and Zhu Ci's head was suddenly pressed against the bed sheet.

A thin stream of water locked around his neck, and gradually became boiling hot due to his body temperature. His right hand suddenly lost its support and fell onto the pale bed sheet.

madman.

Are all the dead so crazy?

The sheets were stuffy, with very little air to breathe, and coupled with the heavy humidity, Zhu Ci finally felt the same as described in the original owner's notes.

Since you are dead, just stay dead. Why crawl out and annoy others?