Thousands of demons fell for me

"I said, don't hurt yourself, I will feel bad."

Mo Jingyan let go of Luo Xingchen, and took two steps back, with a faint smile on his face.

He held the hard and sharp blade in his palm, squeezed his fingers slightly, and the metal fragments fell from the gap with a silvery luster, and fell to the ground with a "swipe", turning into a pile of fine dust.

Luo Xingchen's slightly bent fingers trembled.

That blade was specially made by him. It is as hard as diamond and can be used to cut metal directly. Do you know how much it is worth?

Mo Jingyan actually scrapped him directly like this, he really doesn't know how expensive daily necessities are.

"Copy the third rule 500 times, and you can leave this room."

Mo Jingyan patted the metal powder on his hands lightly, and said in a calm tone.

This sentence made Luo Xingchen couldn't help but glance at the letter paper on the table, and the third rule that he wrote just now had a slight change.

"I belong to you?"

He couldn't help but read it in a low voice.

"En." Mo Jingyan's face was not red, and his heart was not beating, and he replied heavily as a matter of course.

Realizing that he had been fooled again, Luo Xingchen picked up the black quill and threw it towards Mo Jingyan's chest.

The quill hit the strong and straight chest, but it seemed to hit the empty air, and it passed directly through the opponent's body and fell to the ground.

"That's right." Mo Jingyan was not angry, but smiled meaningfully, "It seems that you are still very energetic, copy slowly, see you later."

After finishing speaking, it turned into a golden light and shot out from the black door panel.

Who would just stay here and copy this boring sentence?

Luo Xingchen immediately got up and walked towards the door.

The bare door panel has no lock hole, no mechanism, and no handle that can be pulled open.

He kicked a few times, as if kicking on a thick steel plate, without any sign of loosening.

It seems that Mo Jingyan's psychopath is serious, and the door cannot be opened until he finishes copying these words.

He picked up the quill on the ground and sat back at the table annoyed.

The rule is to ask him to copy this sentence 500 times without saying that he cannot write more words.

【It's no wonder I belong to you! 】

After copying this sentence 500 times, the door opened with a "creak" sound.

Luo Xingchen looked at the densely packed pages and moved his sore fingers.

A full 500 times, and I wrote two more words spontaneously, which took nearly two hours.

Judging by the terrified expressions of the others, the confinement room is indeed quite tormenting.

Luo Xingchen walked out of the small black door, the waiting room was empty, no one was there.

The classical double wooden door directly opposite was still wide open.

According to Guo Yanghao, the only way to leave here is to find the ticket, and there must be clues about the monster's obsession hidden in the ticket.

Stepping out of the door of the waiting room, the surrounding light dimmed instantly. The ground paved with light yellow tiles turned into a dark gray concrete floor. Burnt smell.

In front of him was an empty underground parking lot, and the old light tubes on the ceiling exuded a dim orange-yellow luster.

Luo Xingchen lowered his breath, walked lightly, and walked towards the depths of the parking lot.

The few small cars parked in the corner seemed to have been repeatedly hit by thugs with blunt instruments. They were damaged and disfigured, and the painted metal sheets were covered with flying blood spots.

Around those cars, countless broken corpses were piled up together, and a large amount of blood pooled on the ground, like a scarlet pool.

Luo Xingchen couldn't help holding his breath at the horrifying scene like hell.

The parking lot was unusually quiet, only the sound of his own heartbeat, no matter what the murderer was, it should have left here.

One of the corpses, with only half of it left, was lying between the two cars, its eyes had been gouged out, and the big cracked black eye sockets were filled with silent horror. The right arm was stretched forward, and the index finger was slightly bent. The fingertips were stained with blood that hadn't dried up, as if something had been written on the ground.

Luo Xingchen knew that distorted face, it was one of the passengers he met in the waiting room before, because that person peed his pants and shrank awkwardly by the wall, so he was particularly impressed.

He stepped forward, squatted halfway beside the corpse, and looked at the bloody writing on the ground.

Probably because of the pain before death, the handwriting was very sloppy and frantic, and a word for "ghost" and a word for "king" could be vaguely seen.

Just when Luo Xingchen was carefully identifying these blood characters, a black shadow suddenly covered him obliquely.

With the arrival of the shadow, there is also a faint breath.

Someone is standing behind him at this moment.

When did you come here?

At such a close distance, there was not even a sound of footsteps, just like a ghost.

Luo Xingchen's heart stopped, and he immediately turned his head vigilantly, but met a bloody severed hand.

He stood up in shock, took two steps back, his heels touched the corpse on the ground, and almost fell to the ground.

"9:58, a little faster than I expected."

The man in uniform was leaning against the broken car door, facing the silver dial on the severed wrist in his direction, with a deep smile on his slightly raised mouth.

On the man's fair cheeks, there were a few drops of fresh red blood, which looked particularly glaring.

"What's wrong?" The man casually threw away the severed hand as if he were treating trash, and focused all his attention on him, his blue eyes were like two deep pools of silence, "Are you so surprised to see me? "

"You killed all these people?"

Luo Xingchen clenched his fingers, warily looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him.

Holding the fragments of the corpse and being able to stand here as if nothing had happened, most likely the murderer who caused the murder.

Although he had seen the way Mo Jingyan treated Chen Zimu in the illusion last time, he still did not expect the other party to do such a bloody and cruel thing.

"Why do you think so?" Mo Jingyan calmly glanced at the severed hand on the ground, "I just want to borrow a watch to check the time."

"Then what are you doing here?" Luo Xingchen calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

No matter what, Mo Jingyan's reaction to these corpses was too indifferent, which always made people feel uneasy.

"Of course I'm waiting for you." Mo Jingyan slowly stretched out his right hand towards him while talking, "I've already checked out the surrounding situation, it's dangerous here, follow me first."

Luo Xingchen noticed from the beginning that among those fresh corpses, there were still some scorched black marks left after burning, which were probably caused by Mo Jingyan's flames. This bloody case must have something to do with the person in front of him .

"No need." Luo Xingchen took a few steps back, bent down and picked up a broken metal pipe on the ground, "I still prefer to go alone."

Wary, he slowly distanced himself from Mo Jingyan, turned around and quickly ran towards the exit of the parking lot.

And Mo Jingyan just stood there, looking at him deeply, but didn't have any intention of catching up.

Leaving the parking lot, there is a quiet street outside.

Luo Xingchen ran along the road for a while, and after making sure that no one was following him, he gradually slowed down and calmed down to observe the surrounding environment.

It was late at night, and there were no pedestrians or vehicles on the road. The buildings on both sides were all dimmed, like a deserted dead city.He scoured the nearby streets, hoping to bump into other people he had met in the waiting room before.

There is a pedestrian bridge tens of meters long across the sky above the road ahead, and it seems that a vague figure flashed across the bridge.

Luo Xingchen paused, and couldn't help but look up.

Because the attention is on the top, but the ground below is ignored.

Stepping on something sticky with his toes, the strange feeling made him lower his head.

There was a puddle of dark brown unknown stains on the ground, which could not be seen clearly under the dim moonlight, very much like blood that hadn't completely dried up.

"Clap!"

At this time, someone patted his shoulder twice with a cold palm.

Luo Xingchen's heart tightened, he turned sideways and subconsciously grabbed that hand.

However, he caught nothing, and behind him was only a dark and empty street without any people.

"Pfft!"

Then there was a dull falling sound from the side.

Luo Xingchen looked down in response to the sound, and saw a severed hand covered with a silver watch rolling left and right, and the bloody cut was dripping with blood on the cold ground.

It was unmistakable, it was the severed hand that Mo Jingyan was holding on to in the underground parking lot.

He clenched the metal pipe in his hand and stepped back quickly.

The severed hand also seemed to have noticed his departure. The bloodless fingers bent and stretched like poisonous snakes, stretched against the ground, spread all the way to his feet, and grabbed his ankles.

Luo Xingchen raised the metal pipe, and swung it down towards the pale knuckles stretching out.

"finally found you."

A deep and familiar male voice made Luo Xingchen and the severed hand in front of him stop at the same time.

Looking up, a tall and straight figure stood on the narrow edge of the bridge. The bright moonlight fell on the dark pupils, like a galaxy frozen by ice and snow, making that handsome face even colder.

Mo Jingyan leaned his back against the railing, looking at the stiff dead thing on the ground expressionlessly.

"Those who dare to touch me, you asked for it."

At the same time as the voice fell, a dark golden flame also ignited on the pale severed hand.

The elongated fingers twisted and circled on the ground, making a tearing "squeak" sound, and within a few seconds, they were burned to black ashes.

A gust of cold wind whizzed past, blowing the remaining black ashes on the ground into the air.

At some point, Mo Jingyan took off his blood-stained uniform and put on a dark brown windbreaker. The silver-gray shawl rustled in the cold wind.

The author has something to say: Because the clip is going to be on Sunday, the update time is postponed to 11 pm, okay? (づ￣3￣)づ