"I'm so hungry. I want to eat him, eat all of them. Let them become the food in my stomach, let them become my nourishment."

The man looked at the sky, and at the scarlet eyes hiding in the shadows.

"You are looking at me too, right? Don't hide anymore, I can see you. You are all around me, you are looking at my body and want to eat me. You also want to eat me. But why don't you follow your instincts? What are you afraid of? Come out, come out! Come out all of you!"

The sound became louder and louder, and the whole street was filled with the man's roar. He was not afraid of anything, and he seemed to have no fear at all.

The red streets, blood, dripping onto the ground.

In the alleys piled with rotten meat and moss, in the sewers where red eyeballs are hidden, and in the shadows in the corners where no light can reach.

One after another, strange and terrifying looking creatures walked out of it.

They can no longer be described simply as terrifying or thrilling. They are not bloody, nor are they simply killed a lot of people, or slaughtered a lot of things, to have an aura.

They are not human and it is impossible for them to be transformed from humans. They must be living behind the door.

They are the lives on the other side of the door, monsters that live in nightmares, devour negative energy, and feed on the negative emotions of living people.

They have no fixed shape. Unlike humans, their bodies and limbs are twisted into incredible angles. If I had to describe it, it would be like a car accident scene, with bodies being crushed under the car and dragged dozens of meters away.

They can't be called human beings, or so to speak. They just took on too many negative emotions left by living people, which led to their transformation into human form. They have the same thinking as humans, and they love the delicious food of humans.

"Are you waiting for me? Have you planned it long ago? Put me on the table tonight. Let me be your main course. I see the knives and forks you have prepared. I see your greedy eyes. I see the way you swallow your saliva, and your Adam's apples tremble with excitement."

The man yelled like crazy and didn't dodge. He just stood there waiting for something to surround him.

"Do you think I'm scared?" the man said as he gently hugged his lover, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"I like this feeling. I am obsessed with death and worship madness. In between hysteria, I cry and roar. I can shout out all the words that I dare not say when I was born as a human. Here, I can do whatever I like. I don't have to cover up or hide anymore. I can use the limbs of living people to make toys. I can open my own head and look at my own soul. Then I can give my past self as a gift to my present self."

"A lot of people think I'm crazy, but what does it have to do with them?"

"I used to be a doctor, but what's the use of a doctor who can't even heal himself?"

The head in his hand slowly dropped down, the man's eyes filled with bloodshot. He looked at the monster getting closer and closer, the smile on his face could no longer be suppressed, the corners of his mouth cracked to both sides, his flesh was torn apart, revealing an extremely terrifying smile.

"Now, I should be considered a gourmet. My biggest hobby is eating, tasting everything I see, and stuffing all the delicacies into my stomach."

A hair-raising laugh came out of the man's mouth.

He was surrounded by all the monsters, but he was not panicked at all. It seemed that it was not him who was surrounded, but the monsters.

"It's my favorite meal time again. Well, considering my current condition, is it more appropriate to say eating or eating? Never mind, it's the same. The end result of both of them is to become a part of my body."

The man's tone was morbid and crazy, but he was qualified to say this because his strength had reached a frightening level.

While he was talking to himself, blood continued to seep out of his blood-red doctor's uniform.

Thick chains made of countless blood threads stretched out from his back, turning him into a monster with countless giant tails.

His blood was coagulating. He looked about 30% to 40% similar to the giant ghost he had carved on the door of Chen Ge's haunted house.

"Everything in the world is interdependent and mutually exclusive, except for humans. I have never been able to figure out what is the opposite of humans. I used to think that the opposite of humans is ghosts, but I didn't realize it until I became a ghost. It turns out that the opposite of humans is not ghosts, but gods!"

Thick chains swept across the entire block.

Bloodshot veins were densely packed, and after touching the ghosts, they kept splitting and exploding. It was like poisonous snakes with their own thoughts, drilling into their bodies, taking root in their hearts, and madly absorbing the nutrients in their bodies.

Screams and wails echoed in all directions of the street. The bodies of those monsters shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hearing the wailing in his ears, the man laughed out loud. He laughed until the corners of his mouth cracked all the way to his ears. He laughed until tears came out!

But he seemed to be completely unaware and laughed wildly, as if all the pain and all the irreparable things could be vented out through this smile.

"It's not enough, it's far from enough! I'm not full yet! I'm so hungry, I want to eat them all, I want to eat all those who want to eat me!"

Hysterical laughter once again came out of his cracked mouth.

Blood flowed from the wound. No one knew what happened to him here. No one knew why he became like this. But one thing was certain: he was still alive, living in a more incomprehensible and destructive way.

Blood stained his teeth red, and countless monsters were dragging behind him.

Chains pierced through the bodies of the monsters.

He dragged the monsters and ran towards the end of the road.

On the corner of the street, there is a burnt building.

The building was more than ten stories high. Looking inside through the broken windows, there was a room in the building whose door was not blood red.

Half of it is blood red, and the other half is normal brown. You know, in this blood red city, apart from the black that represents destruction, the red that symbolizes blood, and the gray that represents despair, there are very few other colors.

"Behind that door, I smelled a familiar smell. It smelled so good! I want to eat him! Bite his head into pieces, chew his bones, and taste the real delicacy!"

The man dragged countless ghosts and stopped next to the charred building.

He looked up and saw a man wrapped in red standing on the top floor of the building.

The man looked down at the man in the doctor's uniform.