Bind to the fake death system, the goddess turned into a black yandere for me

Shen An stopped suddenly.

As the lights came on.

His eyes quickly swept through every corner of the room.

But strangely, everything in the room was normal, nothing happened.

Shen An frowned, feeling a little uneasy, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He closed the door, walked into the room, and his eyes involuntarily turned to the glass tank.

The little tentacle monster still stayed quietly in the tank, seemingly motionless.

But when Shen An approached, the little eye suddenly opened.

With a hint, as if waiting for him to feed it eagerly.

Shen An put down his backpack, went to the kitchen to search, and found some leftover food.

He put the food in a bowl, brought it to the glass tank and put it in.

The little tentacle monster immediately squirmed excitedly.

It stretched out a few tiny tentacles, quickly rolled up the food, and began to feast on it.

Shen An looked at its cheerful appearance and felt a little relieved.

Maybe it was because I was too tired that I had that strange illusion.

The little tentacle monster ate very quickly and ate all the food in the bowl in a short while.

It squirmed with satisfaction, as if touching its round belly.

Then it raised its little eye and still looked at Shen An with that expectant look.

Shen An shook his head helplessly:

"Go to bed obediently after eating. I'm too tired."

He turned and walked towards the bedroom, ready to have a good rest.

Although he was still a little uneasy, the feeling of exhaustion quickly occupied all his thoughts.

Shen An lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep soon.

However, he did not notice that at the moment he closed the bedroom door.

The little tentacle monster in the glass tank stared at him motionlessly.

It was late at night and Shen An was sleeping soundly on the bed.

There was only a faint moonlight in the room, which sprinkled in through the gap in the curtains, reflecting a hazy light and shadow.

However, in this quiet night.

Shen An's dream began to become weird and uneasy.

He felt as if he was tightly bound by something.

There was a sticky feeling all around.

It was like countless slippery tentacles wrapped around his body, gradually tightening and pressing his body.

He wanted to move, but found that he couldn't break free at all.

His body seemed to be imprisoned on the bed by an invisible force.

What made him even more frightened was.

He felt a series of tingling pains in the palm of his hand.

It was as if something was biting his skin.

The feeling was subtle and sharp, like countless tiny teeth tearing his muscles.

Slowly and cruelly sucking his blood.

Shen An's heart was beating wildly.

Fear surged into his heart like a tide.

He tried desperately to open his eyes and wake up from this nightmare.

But his eyelids were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the heavy bondage.

In the endless darkness and fear.

His consciousness gradually blurred, as if being swallowed up bit by bit by something.

Just when he was about to give up struggling, a low and strange voice suddenly came to his ears.

The voice seemed to come from a distant place.

And it seemed to echo in his ears.

Its accent was strange and stiff.

Like a child who was just learning to speak, he pronounced his name with difficulty with unskilled pronunciation.

"Shen... An..."

The voice dragged out the tone, with a strange softness and intimacy.

It seemed to be calling him, and it seemed to be mocking him.

He tried desperately to break free and wanted to shout.

Wanted to escape from this weird dream.

But his body was still unable to move, as if it was suppressed by an invisible force.

The strange voice sounded again, with a creepy sweetness:

"Shen... An..."

This time, the voice seemed closer, as if whispering in his ear.

Shen An felt a chill running straight from his back to his head.

His consciousness gradually blurred in fear, and finally fell into endless darkness.

In the depths of the darkness.

It seemed as if countless pairs of scarlet eyes were staring at him.

With some indescribable desire and possessiveness.