Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "What do you want?" Bai...
"Is there anything you want?" Bai Tianming blinked and asked softly.
The eye thought for a moment, then slowly turned and shook its head, meaning, "Nothing."
Maybe there is nothing for the time being. It’s not too late to ask for it when you have thought it through.
Bai Tianming nodded: "It's getting late, do you want to rest first?"
The eye stared at him for a while, then nodded slowly, probably in agreement.
Bai Tianming put the eyes and heart in the box and said to them, "So, is it a deal?"
The heart pressed against the eyes and shook at the same time, which meant nodding.
Originally there was only the heart in the transparent box, which was not a big deal. But now there is an eye here. Seeing the eye in the middle of the night is really scary.
Bai Tianming still found a handkerchief and covered the box.
In the room, Mo Rusheng cleaned his clothes and fell asleep on the bed. He was frightened, scared, sleepy and tired today. It would be strange if he couldn't sleep.
But he tossed and turned in bed, and even when he fell asleep, he was still thinking about what happened during the day, worried that he might be found here because of his heart, and perhaps die in his sleep.
Therefore, he couldn't help but have a nightmare. In the dream, besides himself, the most important thing was, of course, the heart he had carried with him during the day.
At the same time, in Bai Tianming's room, the beating frequency of the heart in the box slowly changed, and unknowingly, it synchronized with the heart in Mo Rusheng's chest.
The two hearts beat at exactly the same speed. Mo Rusheng felt as if a powerful force had grabbed his heart. He struggled for a moment and almost woke up from his dream, but then he was pushed back by a powerful force and had to continue to immerse himself in the nightmare.
As time passed, the dream slowly underwent unknown changes.
Although Mo Rusheng is the master of the dream, he cannot control it because he is just like a bystander, who just accidentally glimpsed an old time many years ago.
The sky was pitch black, with a silver moon hanging in the sky. The moonlight was clear and cold, falling on the earth and illuminating the scorched earth.
It seemed as if the fire had just raged here, and red sparks flashed through the cracks in the soil, like the eyes of a peeper flashing through the cracks in the corner of the wall.
A demon stood in the corner, pulling at the small black curved horns on his head. They grew out of his head, so they did not fall off and looked very stable.
On his back was a pair of equally pitch-black bat-like wings. When they were folded up, they looked like decorations, but when they were spread out, they were large enough to wrap his entire body.
He even turned around and pulled the tail behind him, as if it was not his own tail, but the tail of a cat that came from nowhere and hid behind him.
Perhaps he didn't use enough strength, so he hurt himself and immediately let go. His slender black tail swayed back and forth behind him, full of joy and playfulness, like a cat that had just caught a fish and couldn't wait to lick its paws to show off its victory to everyone.
After he let go of his hand, he tugged at his clothes. He didn't know where the clothes came from. They were very loose. There were four holes, corresponding to the head, hands and feet, and nothing else.
The most important thing is that this dress is snow-white. When he wears it, his skin looks like snow, which is very dazzling. In a dark environment, it is like a spotlight telling everyone, I am different from you, come and kill me, it is very easy to kill!
Soon, a demon rushed out from the shadows and tried to attack him. He didn't even turn around, but just moved his tail. The tail immediately grabbed the neck of the attacking demon like a noose and tightened it tightly.
There was a series of crackling sounds, and the demon in white clothes loosened its tail. The attacking demon lay on the ground with its neck broken and its head tilted to one side. Its eyes were wide open, and it looked like it had died with its eyes open. Its face was blue and purple, as if it couldn't breathe or was lacking blood. There was a bang.
The sound of the sneak attacking demon falling to the ground was like a battle horn. As the sound rang out, new demons appeared from all directions, all attracted by the conspicuous white.
Although they saw the failure of their peers, they did not think that they would suffer the same failure, so they were not only interested but also confident.
Not surprisingly, they all failed.
No demon lasted longer than the first one, probably because the demon in white was not very skilled in dealing with the first demon. It was really a scary thing.
Soon, a pile of demon corpses were piled up in that place. The demon in white clothes felt hungry, so he sat on the demon corpses and stretched out his hand. The hand looked spotless white, but in the blink of an eye, it grew long black nails.
The demon in white used his hand with long nails to pierce the chests of the corpses around him and dug out their hearts. The hearts were still beating slightly, and it would take some time for them to calm down.
After all, demons are not fragile humans and do not die so easily, even though they don't look like they are alive now.
If the corpses of these demons were moved into a museum of horrifying corpses, I'm afraid any human who stumbled into it would not suspect that there was anything wrong.
Because now these demons, in addition to being terrifying, will even make people who watch them for a long time think that there is a bit of bloody and violent beauty in their twisted postures.
It was like a terrifying trance-like magic, an extremely strong temptation, something that made people dizzy and unconscious.
The source of all this insane activity was the only living demon in white before him.
In a dark corner, Mo Rusheng, who was watching, took a deep breath, trembled all over, and covered his mouth and nose.
Although he knew that the other party could not see him, hear him, or touch him, he was still genuinely terrified and did not want to attract the other party's attention at all.
It was really dark here. Mo Rusheng couldn't see the devil's face clearly, and he didn't dare to look closely. In the terrifying silence, he lowered his eyes and only heard bursts of chewing sounds that made his scalp numb.
It looked like something had been eaten.
Maybe it's a mouse.
It's normal for there to be rats in hell.
Maybe cockroaches.
Cockroaches are everywhere.
Mo Rusheng was trembling while trying to press his back against the stone. The stone was really big, enough for him to press his whole body against it without falling over, which gave him a tiny sense of security.
The cold moonlight moved slowly, the chewing sound stopped, and a new pitch-black demon appeared. He was different from the previous demons.
His hair was combed neatly, and the two devil horns growing from his forehead had a wild charm. His clothes seemed to be high-end styles tailored for him. Every move he made smelled of money, and he even wore shoes.
The wings behind it are extremely wide. One can imagine what an overwhelming scene it would be if they were spread out.
As for his long, thin tail, it was originally hanging behind his back like a butler in an ancient castle waiting for approaching guests. However, when the tail saw the devil in white clothes, it coiled around his waist like a curious snake, not caring about etiquette.
"Excuse me, please excuse me," the dark, aristocratic demon said, his eyes fixed on the demon in white. He smiled elegantly and politely, with a hint of nonchalance, "You seem to have eaten the heart of my clone. Could you please give it back to me?"
Judging from his tone, he seemed to be introducing luxurious ingredients to guests in a brightly lit hall, but judging from his words, he seemed to be looking for trouble, with revenge as his premise.
The moonlight moved to the corner, illuminating the face of the demon in white clothes. Mo Rusheng quietly raised his eyes and looked over, and was stunned.
That face was not unfamiliar, in fact, it was quite familiar to him. It was exactly the face of Bai Tianming whom he had just seen before going to bed.
However, the Bai Tianming he had seen before was not in the form of a demon. He did not have the organs that only demons have. At first glance, he looked like a normal human being.
Mo Rusheng took a breath of cold air.
He began to feel that the world was fake.
If this was a dream, how could his imagination support him dreaming of such a thing? If this was real, how could he be here? And not be killed yet? This is amazing!
Bai Tianming, dressed in white, stood in the moonlight, emitting a very soft white light. It seemed that at this moment, no matter what anyone said to him, he would show sympathy and understanding like a generous and merciful priest.
Although there was still blood at the corner of his mouth, the sparkling moonlight flowing across his face made the blood seem holy, as if a judged sinner had voluntarily given his atonement.
The look in those eyes was surprisingly gentle, like a clear spring flowing with honey and milk, except that there was a thin layer of ice on the surface of the water, which might have been an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Everything made him look like an angel that had just come down from heaven, except for the wings behind him that clearly confirmed his identity.
Anyone with wings like this can only be a devil, not an angel.
"It's been eaten," Bai Tianming said in a half-smile as he stared at the black demon. "I'm afraid it won't come back yet."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he broke the awe-inspiring and inviolable holy aura shaped by the moonlight.
No one could mistake him for an angel anymore, because angels don't speak like that.
He is indeed a devil, and a devil who can easily deceive others into giving up everything without any disguise.
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