As we all know, winding zero is a human being

But this is not the time left for Nightmare to doubt the ghost, he basically understands what he wants to do when he looks at Zero's movements.

The wrong position allows Zero to get out of this dangerous train with only one last step, and considering that within the past ten years, he may have a shadow of the train.

If there is no major event, there is no need for transportation. Anyway, it is not the Shinkansen express now, so there is no need for this.

After he thought about it this way, the vampire spell that followed immediately came again before his feet left the floor of the train: "Go to sleep."

The field of vision that jumped out with his head in his arms changed the scene again. He was in the alley, and the blood-colored sky made it difficult to distinguish day from night.

Lingxin said that after countless OOC scripts, did he finally write a horror script for him?

His own script is already terrifying enough, how can the script under your control be more terrifying?

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"Eh? Didn't expect you to look like this in the dream?"

The sharp edge of the folding knife was touching his neck, and Zero opened his eyes wide to hear the voice of Nightmare coming from behind him, so he lost the best time to escape.

"It's so interesting." Nightmare, who was dressed in a foreign suit and is incompatible with this era, evaluated his dream, "If it weren't for the smell of blood that is indeed human, I would really think that you are also a ghost who has lived for a long time?"

Ling thought for a while, and his subordinates argued with him vigorously: "I have a rich imagination, can't I?"

"It doesn't make sense, does it?" Nightmare still chatted with him, looking at the color oozing from the thin marks on his neck with great interest.

Nightmare, who dragged Zero into the vampire art on a whim because of the smell of thin blood, obviously sensed the sense of disobedience in him.

The age does not match, the experience does not match, and at the same time, he knows so much about ghosts that he has even broken his omnipotent blood ghost technique. All kinds of superimpositions made him want to enter a person's dream rarely.

Nightmare walked a few steps closer, and when he opened his mouth to say something more, he heard Zero ask: "I'm rather curious... I subjectively feel that the time that passed in the first dream was quite long, but in fact it only passed two Hours?"

"Xu Mou and Mustard Seed, who can tell what happened in the dream?" Nightmare is also an old riddle person, but a few zeros who have also been exposed to this kind of saying in the strange religion of the Bliss Cult are also very good. I understood what he meant.

Looking at the traces that had been pulled out after half a day, Nightmare laughed as if he had found a flaw: "You don't seem to be as ruthless as you said?"

He sighed: "Yes, otherwise there wouldn't be so many people indulging in false dreams?"

"Be precise with the words, it's a nightmare now." Zero tilted his head to look at him, "Can I guess that in my dream you will actually be affected by me, that's why you didn't come in the first two times?"

"...Is it easy to guess?" Nightmare's expression was quickly disguised after a moment of aphasia, but he seemed to be serious under the cover of that pale smile, "Since I have come, I am not unprepared." OK."

Zero said subtly: "Are you sure?"

He is very familiar with this scene, and he can tamper with the plot a little without revealing his identity. As long as the nightmare of the perpetrator is affected, it is not difficult to get rid of the pursuit after jumping off the train. up.

For example, if you suddenly see Ghost Wu Tsuji, how will the ghost in front of you react?

Sure enough, after the zero voice stopped, the ghost that drilled out of the dark alleyway launched an indiscriminate attack on him and Nightmare. As a ghost, Nightmare hid neatly. Can easily chat with him: "Oh, is your nightmare being besieged by ghosts? It's true..."

What he wanted to say was boring, but the blood spilled into the icy snow and melted into a series of traces, and the figure that appeared at the end of the alley made Nightmare tremble almost instantly.

His figure began to erratic, like the snowflakes that flickered on the screen when the signal was unstable, but he realized that Nightmare was not trembling because of fear and fear by accident.

Nightmare stretched out his hand with his trembling voice that was almost soft and envious: "Master Wu Mi—"

Zero closed his eyes and didn't miss anything. The knife in his hand was long and short, sometimes it was a pocket knife, and sometimes it became his knife, which seemed strange.

The icy wind that I thought before was completely an illusion when the train was running. In fact, tonight is really a peaceful night.

But after he quickly escaped from the dream, he realized that he was lying on the ground, warm and real blood was flowing down from the wound, and belatedly, the dull pain that permeated the whole body rushed out.

Sure enough, Nightmare's blood ghost technique was out of control, and the time ratio was out of control at the same time, and he slept through the entire process of jumping off the car and falling.

And guessing that the other party is probably not feeling well now, there is only a small spot in the field of vision of the train emitting black smoke, and it is vaguely obscured by the lush bushes, and the field of vision is extremely limited.

It is difficult for Zero to ignore the meaning of Nightmare's last look and his actions, but now is not the time to lie here and think about it.

He tried his best to support his uncontrolled body, then limped back in the opposite direction of the train.

Maybe it is just in this state that people tend to explode their potential and think a lot. Ling walked on his almost unconscious legs and didn't know how far he had walked—maybe he didn't actually go too far, but the train was still going on. The established direction is driving and it is impossible to stop.

After seeing a faint figure appearing on the road ahead, he found that he really seemed to have no strength at all.

The person coming from a distance is actually not walking but flying, but because of the principle of nearness, distance, and distance, it doesn't seem so obvious.

Ness, I don't know which scientist's coffin board can still hold it.

This point will appear in such a standard wilderness. In fact, it is really not easy for him to meet a good person like this.

But if he is willing to believe it, let him resign himself to fate for the last time.

Western-style buildings placed in a machiya in Tokyo look like towering trees growing out of a patch of seedlings, but everyone knows that the time for these buildings to be built is extremely short.

The velvet curtains behind the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor were tightly closed and no light could penetrate, and the nightmare who fell from the room after the sound of strings obviously didn't know why he suddenly landed in this place.

Just a second ago, he was on the train replaying the situation he encountered tonight that he couldn't understand. Apart from the thin blood, everything that happened to that human child made him feel unbelievable, and it was even more... aroused. His desire to destroy it.

Hey, why do you have such an idea?He doesn't quite understand it either?

Naruto, who was holding the pipa, walked without making a sound, closed the door and walked out. Nightmare subconsciously looked up, but the owner of the plum red eyes whispered softly: "Kneel down, don't raise your head."

With billowing lace ties at the collar of the white shirt, Oni Wu Tsuji stood up from the soft sofa, staring at the nightmare in front of him, and began to look through his memory without saying a word.

However, after Nightmare recognized the identity of the ancestor of Oni and did as promised, all she was satisfied with was the figure of Oni Wu Tsuji.

Nightmare's face was flushed, and he couldn't speak even if Oni Wu Tsuji hadn't silenced him.

He was not chosen to become a ghost from the beginning. On a dark and stormy night, but in his opinion, he was already engraved into his DNA.

Even he is not normal at all, the posture of Mr. Wu Mi enjoying his liver is really beautiful——

Then Nightmare was turned into a ghost by Ghost Mai Tsuji.

Wu Mi who couldn't find anything and was forced to listen to the compliments: "..."

Normally, his mood would be a little better, but there seemed to be another voice whispering in his ear, and he only felt more irritable.

Flicking the short short hair beside the ear to the back of the ear, Wu Mi looked down at Nightmare: "What I want is your memory from tonight."

Nightmare naturally responded to the order of the ancestor of the ghost, but after he once again showed the memory that he remembered very clearly and remembered a few small details in front of Oni Wu Tsuji, he only found the emotion of Oni Wu Tsuji It seems to be more unstable.

"... Are you willing to show up at last?" Guiwu Tsuji grasped the armrest of the sofa next to him, which looked expensive at first glance, with no expression on his face, and he could see the sponge and spring leaking from the leather sofa in a daze.

Unable to stop thinking about it, Nightmare tentatively asked with the idea of ​​sharing the worries of the ancestor of ghosts: "I need my subordinates to help you..."

Blood stains were splashed on the carpet that also looked very expensive, and the deep red handmade cashmere carpet was troublesome to clean, but the colors complemented each other quite well.

Wu Mi barely stopped at a certain critical point, and he stingily turned his gaze back to Nightmare, whose limbs were all distorted: "Did I let you talk?"

"Ha..." A syllable was missed briefly, and the blush on Nightmare's face became heavier.

Rao Gui Wu Tsuji had seen almost all the scenes in the past thousand years, and he raised his eyebrows a little when he saw such a subordinate.

Changing from the previous violence, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou walked over and said in a soft voice: "Are you... one of the lower strings?"

It’s not his fault, after all, compared to the top string, which has never been changed for more than 100 years, the speed of the bottom string’s replacement should not be too fast.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi has obviously forgotten how the ghost in front of him was transformed by him, even if he is already an excellent employee who is the tallest among the short ones, it can't make him waste even a little effort.

"Find him," squatting down so slowly that he could shoot the cover of a fashion magazine, Gui Wu Tsuji held Nightmare's chin and forced him to look up, "then inform me."

Nightmare looked at the stinging and strong emotions hidden in those plum red eyes in a trance, which seemed to overlap with what he saw in his dream that day.

Is that the emotion of wanting to kill?

As if hearing the question in his heart, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi paused for a moment, and then his tone became gloomy and cold: "Bring him alive to me."

"Just live?"

The implication in Nightmare's words is easy to understand, and Shangcai threw the task to the next generation's ghost dance Tsuji Wumi, who had a good performance, and didn't even think about laying off staff at this time.

His palms tightened suddenly, so tight that he could hear the sound of bones being crushed and deformed.

Outside the window, the maple leaves fell all over the ground, and they were covered with a layer of blood in the sunset.

"...as long as you live."