110 Sacrifice Corridor 24 || Deadly Illusion 1
He didn't dare to raise his head, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see, but unfortunately God never favors the unlucky.
The shadow beside the bed was like a thick black fog, slowly spreading towards him, completely enveloping his body in darkness.
The shadow seemed to be opening its bloody mouth, ready to devour him. And the long hair, like the tentacles of a demon, quietly extended to his feet, looming in the dim light.
He asked who burned incense in the room, and it turned out that the thing that enjoyed the incense had been hidden in the photo and had not appeared.
At this moment, Zhao Qifan wished that he was having a nightmare, or that his roommate had woken up.
The black shadow grew taller and taller. The moment he saw the shadow, he knew that the woman in wedding dress in the photo had appeared and was slowly approaching him.
Then Zhao Qifan smelled a rotten smell, a smell that could be called a nuclear weapon, even stinkier than a rat that had been dead for a hundred years. The urine smell under him seemed insignificant. The strong smell made him almost cry and he had difficulty breathing for a while.
His neck was about to give out, and waves of soreness crept in. Cervical spondylosis is a common problem among modern cattle and horses. Maintaining the same posture for long periods of time can hinder blood flow. He really wanted to lift his head and move around.
He knew that the bride was right next to him because he could see red in his peripheral vision. The distance was too close and if he looked up they would definitely be face to face. Zhao Qifan imagined it for a moment and then gave up. He would rather not look at it.
But the ghost couldn't be so kind, and it was even more impossible for him to do as he wished.
When the red embroidered shoes appeared in his sight, Zhao Qifan was completely panicked. His brain wanted to freeze, and he was only supported by the last bit of protection mechanism. If he fainted now, he would be really finished.
Why?
He didn't do anything, why did the ghost come to him?
Isn't it okay to just turn off the lights in the room?
Zhao Qifan's heart was beating wildly, his whole body was trembling, and sweat was dripping down his forehead.
The bride is about to come to his feet, what should he do? What should he do!!!
Light - candle.
The candles were lit first, and then the newlyweds appeared beside the bed, so does that mean that as long as the candles are extinguished, the things in the photo will return to the photo?
Yes, that must be it!
Zhao Qifan took a deep breath and secretly encouraged himself in his heart: I must blow out the candle! He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his skin. The pain kept him conscious and prevented him from fainting.
However, when he tried to move his feet, he found that his body was like mud and completely unresponsive. His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and he could not exert any strength no matter how hard he tried.
The brain can deceive itself, but the body's reaction will not. Zhao Qifan became more and more anxious, his heart was tightly gripped.
The ghost beside him realized his thoughts and mechanically took another step forward. The red embroidered shoes were only a hair's breadth away from his legs. He could feel the female ghost slowly bending down. The feeling of oppression reached its peak and his blood pressure suddenly soared.
Zhao Qifan realized that just wanting to get up was an extremely difficult task for him, let alone blowing out the candles.
He hated his own cowardice and weakness, so until the last moment he could only watch helplessly.
Zhao Qifan heard the sound of bones breaking above him. The female ghost lowered her body lower and lower, and the disgusting stench was lingering.
It was unbearable to watch it any longer. The next second, Zhao Qifan closed his eyes and fainted due to extreme fear.
At the same time, Xu Yaoyu was originally immersed in sleep, when suddenly, a suffocatingly strong smell of perfume rushed into her nostrils like a torrent.
The smell was incredibly pungent, as if a blend of countless different spices formed a unique and intense aroma. Xu Yaoyu suddenly opened her eyes and felt as if she were immersed in a room filled with perfume, the air around her filled with the scent. She desperately tried to breathe in fresh air, but every breath felt like inhaling a ball of fire, choking her throat and trachea with a pain that was almost unbearable.
She wanted to ask Tian Yiyi for help, but when she turned around in the darkness, she saw that she was no longer by the bed.
Xu Yaoyu quickly covered her mouth and nose, trying to find the source of the smell, but the smell was everywhere. The industrial perfume continued to irritate the respiratory mucosa, and coughing followed.
The air in the room was already thin, and the unstoppable coughing squeezed his lungs, causing him to have difficulty breathing and feel dizzy.
This fucking perfume is really poisonous! Extremely poisonous!!! This was the first thought that came to her mind.
She urgently needs fresh air, otherwise she will suffocate to death in the room.
Xu Yaoyu hurried to the window and opened it, but the fresh air she had hoped for didn't come. Everything outside the window seemed to be in two dimensions, on a piece of drawing paper.
How could this happen? Was she in a fantasy?
An invisible hand was squeezing my chest tightly, and every breath felt like a struggle to suffocate.
Her face was flushed red, and she was about to give up! If only she could knock herself unconscious with a stick.
She clenched her fists, pursed her lips, and looked at the load-bearing wall in front of her.
Then he rushed forward and crashed into her.
With a "bang".
The pain came instantly.
He was too weak to faint, and he had just run two steps, so breathing became even more difficult. He could only keep his mouth open like a dying fish.
It hurts so much!
It hurts all over.
Blood flowed down the corners of his eyes along with tears and finally dripped down.
Xu Yaoyu locked his eyes on the door. Although he knew clearly in his mind that the door could not be opened, the feeling of impending death was pressing in. It was impossible for a person to suffocate himself to death, especially when the things he needed were right in front of him.
Xu Yaoyu staggered towards the door, her hands shaking badly. The moment she opened the door, a gust of cold wind blew, and the long-lost air enveloped her whole body.
The suffocating smell of perfume in the room came and went without a trace.
Tian Yiyi, who was lying on the bed, woke up with a start and propped herself up, looking at Xu Yaoyu standing outside the door in shock.
Xu Yaoyu only felt numb all over her body, as if she could not feel any pain.
Tian Yiyi immediately got up from the bed and pulled Xu Yaoyu back into the house.
Xu Yaoyu felt a flash before her eyes, and then she fell into Tian Yiyi's arms. She wanted to wipe her tears, but her fingers were powerless.
"Am I going to die?"
Tian Yiyi's tears dripped onto Xu Yaoyu's face. She couldn't utter a word, only a strongly suppressed whimper.
"Then it seems we have no future." With every word Xu Yaoyu spoke, blood oozed from the gaping hole in her lungs. Her voice gradually weakened. "Don't cry. I don't want to see you crying for the last time."
Tian Yiyi tried hard to hold back her tears and smiled a smile that was uglier than crying. "It's okay, we still have the past."
"You will...live in the past your whole life."
Holding her, he gently tapped her shoulders with his fingers, watching her eyes slowly close, then lowered his head and kissed her lips, "The one I love is there."
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