Forces of Temptation

The monster was in the window, peacefully admiring the little chaos that was entirely within his control.

He has been raised in the jar for a long time, and now that he can see the world, the desire for blood in his body is ready to take over again.

At this moment, his only regret is that there is no audience.

Monsters used to have names.

Zhan Lat.

His grades were very poor. Except for his Chinese and English grades, which were in the middle, he was basically at a level that no one cared about in school.

Zhan Lak is unwilling to remain unknown.Since he was young, he has been brewing to do a big event.

When he was able to hold a knife, his dream finally came true.

His name was posted on the streets and alleys, becoming the nightmare of countless people.

Zhan Lak has done many cases that he likes to talk about, one of which makes him most proud.

One day, when he went shopping in the mall, he overheard a father scaring his daughter who was rolling around to buy a doll, saying that if she was disobedient, he would call the "shadow killer" to his house and take her away.

——"Shadow Killer", this is the praise Zhan Lak thinks the media gave him.

He bought the girl's favorite doll, came as promised, sneaked into the children's room in the middle of the night, hugged the doll, stood by the child's bed, smiled and shook her shoulder slightly.

The little girl woke up with a start.

Looking at Zhan Le's face and the steel boning knife he held in his hand, she was frightened and wet the bed.

The warmth radiating from between her legs made her gradually understand that this was not a nightmare at all.

Before she could react and cry, Zhan Lak quietly cut off the child's head.

Zhan Lai tied her long hair into a sailor knot and tied it to the chandelier in the living room.

That way her father could say good morning to his dear daughter as soon as he opened the door tomorrow morning.

Chan Lak took the girl's head.

In exchange for equivalent value, he pulled out the head of the doll he bought and stuffed it into the arms of the headless girl.

Zhan La is self-admired, obsessed with the phantom of fear he personally concocted, and enjoys the fear from the whole city, which makes him feel happy to trample the whole city under his feet wantonly.

So when that bullet pierced Zhanle's chest, he was extremely, extremely unwilling!

Fortunately, after he fell into the water, he met his Bole.

A spell stabilized his resentful soul and locked him in a small yellow clay jar.

His life and happiness have been extended once again.

He was grateful to the god who had resurrected himself, and in a rare show of respect for the humble ant-like human being, he honored him as "Khun Song Phra".

This is Zhanle's first time going out since he was trained as a head descendant.

In the jar before, he didn't feel that he had any special big changes.

But now, he fully enjoys the pleasure of doing whatever he wants.

His grievance spread all over the entire block, covering a three-kilometer radius around the hotel.

In this area, he can use everything available to conceive infinite changes, to play with and ravage the human beings trapped in it.

He was in no hurry.

When a cat catches a mouse, it never bites its throat and swallows it whole.

It would be too boring to play to death so easily.

As early as when Cao Shuguang dragged Ma Xiaopei out of the room, one-nth of him was hidden in the mirror in their bathroom, and he switched places with Ma Xiaopei.

Zhan La watched Cao Shuguang pull him, and watched the happy back of him who thought he had escaped.

Now, knowing that his wife had been stolen for a long time, his face changed drastically, remorseful and painful, and he turned around and ran back to his original room.

Unfortunately, Ma Xiaopei is no longer there.

Having learned the lesson of the black-haired youth coming out of the window, he had already wrapped her in a black shadow, deprived her of her ability to move, and dragged her to the French windows on the second floor, waiting quietly for her to suffocate in the glass and die, forming a beautiful picture of suffocation death.

As for Cao Shuguang, even if he returns to the original point, what is waiting in the bathroom mirror is another Ma Xiaopei who was copied by himself.

Facing the terrified "Ma Xiaopei" in the mirror, Cao Shuguang was extremely anxious. He walked around the bathroom twice like a trapped animal, raised his fist angrily, and wanted to smash the mirror and rescue his wife.

But his fist seemed to hit the water.

The fist edge did not enter.

His whole body was also swallowed by the mirror image.

After taking care of the stupid Cao Shuguang, Zhan Le's attention was all shifted to the beautiful prey that escaped from his palm.

The first person Zhan Lai ambushed and killed was Shao Mingzhe, the only celibate among the six targets.

He poked his face out of the landscape picture frame hanging directly above the head of the bed, watching this strange man who refused to take off his mask and hat while sleeping.

He didn't expect that the man's intuition was more terrifying than that of a beast, and he stretched out his hand to insert his eyes without even opening his eyes.

Zhan La: "..." Fuck your mother.

After some fighting, the hooded weirdo was slightly injured, turned around and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the night.

The world outside the window is more open, and there are more opportunities for doing it yourself.

This is tantamount to seeking death.

Because there are five people to deal with still staying in the hotel, Zhan Lae only spared part of his consciousness and ability to chase and kill this idiot who wanted to kill himself.

However, there is actually someone who is even fiercer than him.

Those two young men, not only did not run away, were not afraid, and did not hide, they actually dared to provoke him?

Zhan Lai watched coldly for a while.

When he heard the black-haired young man say "ghosts can't ask for help", he started to smile coldly.

When he said again, "Okay, let's call it out", Zhan Lak almost laughed out loud.

The more the black-haired young man wanted him to come out, the more he refused to come out.

The two figures, one black and one silver, began to circle around the closed zigzag-shaped corridor like two nocturnal ghosts.

In the eyes of Zhan Lak, these are like two colorful clown fish, waving their tails in front of the shark, swimming around, trying to catch him.

He didn't mind letting them enjoy themselves for a while.

However, the silver-haired youth quickly made an even more unbelievable move.

He took out a mirror from nowhere and threw it in the corridor.

Next, is the second side, the third side.

The way he throws the mirror in a serious manner is a bit like when Zhan Lak caught sparrows and roasted them when he was a child, and sprinkled wheat bran or bread crumbs, so as to lead the sparrows into the trap he set.

And Nanzhou walked with the finger chain, winding a light red thread around the bolts of the window glass one by one.

For the weird behavior of these two people, Zhan Le is very interesting.

Did they think they would be fooled?

However, seeing the silver-haired young man's inexhaustible supply of mirrors, throwing them out of his sleeve one after another, Zhan Le also put away a little bit of contempt.

Could it be that this is some kind of special magic weapon for anti-head drop?

And they are actually mages?

"Kun Songpa" asked himself to deal with them, because he was worried that they would harm himself and him?

With this idea in mind, Zhan Le naturally paid attention to the mirror.

In fact, this attention is not necessary.

His ability is mandatory, with a radius of three kilometers, any reflective objects that appear within the range are the medium in which he lives.

A mirror is the best medium.

Windows, pools, etc. that can reflect a relatively complete human figure are secondary media.

There are other small reflective objects, such as silver ornaments, blades, and even eyeballs, on which his spirit will attach and flow shallowly.

As long as the reflective object exists objectively within his range of ability, Zhan Le's spirit will naturally flow towards it.

He studied the mirrors for a long time, and finally got the courage to try to poke his head out of one of the small pink mirrors.

...He came to the conclusion that what the silver hair discarded was ordinary mirrors.

Zhan Lai was stunned for a few seconds, feeling that he had been fooled.

What followed was a monstrous flame of anger.

When Nan Zhou passed by a window, Zhan La repeated his old trick and slapped his palm on the window glass as if playing a prank.

boom--

With this sudden sound in the calm, anyone would be horrified and subconsciously look towards the place where the sound came from.

The same goes for the handsome black-haired youth.

However, when he turned around, those dark and bright eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes, very moving.

But there was nothing in that line of sight that could be called fear.

Zhan Lai was taken aback for a moment, but he still made a move immediately.

He repeated the old trick, quickly switched places with the black-haired young man, pushed him into the window pane, quickly entangled him with his spiritual tentacles, and copied the method of dealing with Ma Xiaopei, doing the same, to fight against him Before breaking out of the glass, he was trapped, deprived of his ability to move, and transferred to other places.

Zhan Lak thought he had the upper hand.

However, when his impersonated "Southern Boat" wanted to walk side by side with Jiang Fang as if nothing had happened, a hand that broke through the window in an instant grabbed his shoulder in the air.

And his other shoulder was also held by the silver-haired young man beside him with a smile.

The two sides worked together, and Zhan Le instinctively wanted to break free, but he was shocked to find that he could not escape the control of either party with strength alone.

Especially the black-haired young man, he didn't even expend extra effort when dealing with himself.

Because his voice is extremely calm, without any feeling of strenuous effort.

"Thank you, let me discover another weakness—"

"Your imagination is really bad."

Zhan Lai didn't have time to think about it, and quickly dissipated his form and returned to the mirror.

When he returned to his own territory, he realized what it means to endure a step and think about it and get angry, and take a step back and think about it and get worse.

Losing again and again, and being insulted to his imagination, this changed Zhan Le Youzai's mood.

He stared at Nan Zhou gloomily, with a ferocious expression on his face, and said softly through the glass in Chinese with an accent: "Kill you."

"'Kill'?" Nan Zhou looked at Zhan La in the mirror, "Do you know what I used to do?"

He said flatly: "Every day, people come to me to kill them. I have killed thousands of people. Many people are afraid of me."

Nan Zhou's ruthless words were so cute that Jiang Fang laughed softly beside him.

Compared with Jiang Fang's reservedness, Zhan La almost laughed out loud.

afraid?

What's so scary about him?

I will neither die, be attacked, nor have any pain at all, so what do I need to be afraid of?

Moreover, how many thousands of people have been killed?

Bragging and not drafting, it's so fucking ridiculous! !

However, although Zhan Lak sneered again and again, he was actually furious.

He killed more than a dozen people, and no one has ever questioned his poor imagination and lack of creativity when killing people!

After talking with Zhan Lak, the black-haired youth did not leave the glass quickly.

After looking at Zhan Lak with a distorted face for a moment, he raised his right hand wearing a ray finger chain.

Before they knew it, the two of them had visited the corridor on the third floor twice.

The mirror was thrown on the ground in a mess, and the silk thread wrapped around the window pin was also wrapped twice.

... like a horse's neck with a rein in it.

Nan Zhou moved his fingertips, exerted enough strength, suddenly turned over his right hand, and dragged and pulled back extremely neatly——

In an instant, the zigzag-shaped glass on the third floor was cut and shattered.

Countless shards of glass fell like shooting stars into the withered tropical flowers and plants downstairs.

Every tiny fragment has Zhan Le's astonished face inside.

Zhan Lak was forced to move to a mirror in an adjacent bathroom.

He stared blankly in front of him, his breathing gradually became short of breath, and his pale complexion gradually turned red.

... what did he do? !

He actually drove himself away like driving cattle and sheep?

How dare he challenge himself like this?Is he crazy?

Under the surge of hostility, Zhan Le didn't even notice how terrifying power it took to shrink the light coil inwards and manually destroy the glass on the first floor with a flip of his hand.

Zhan Lak had only one thought.

He forced a dozen of himself to emerge from the mirror.

Kill him!

However, something that Zhan Lak could not understand happened again.

When the dozen or so rushed out from the various rooms on the third floor, and the dozen or so climbed all the way from the downstairs to the third floor, planning to cut the black hair alive, the black hair and the silver hair were gone.

Zhan Lak's ability is very fine, it can appear in every small object that can reflect light, and spy on the whereabouts of the prey.

For him, this should have been an excellent advantage.

However, the problem now is that there are too many single objects in the hotel that can reflect light.

It can be said to increase geometrically.

Originally, the window glass was a large whole, and Zhan Lak could easily occupy a panoramic view and watch their every move to his heart's content.

Today, the windows on the third floor of an entire hotel have been completely destroyed.

Zhan La's eyes jumped repeatedly among countless glass shards, and it was difficult to determine the whereabouts of the two of them amidst countless distractions.

He found that his heart was burning with anger and anger.

And when he finally caught a glimpse of black hair and silver hair in the panoramic window on the second floor, the black hair had already completed the same steps as before.

Clap-crack-crack-crack-

Amidst a series of crisp shattering sounds of glass, the young couple, who were trapped by Zhan Le in the French windows on the second floor and on the verge of hypoxic shock, held hands, hugged each other, and fell out unconscious.

Zhan Lak's body also became slightly stiff following the shattering of the glass on the second floor.

He belatedly noticed something.

...reflector, seems a bit too much...

His spirit was quickly apportioned to the extra broken glass, flowing out of his control.

When the powerful force spreads equally everywhere, he becomes weaker instead.

And the silver hair stood in front of the completely shattered window, still throwing the inexhaustible makeup mirror into the shimmering broken light without hesitation.

It is a primary medium that consumes more energy than secondary medium such as glass, and will occupy more of his energy.

With the rapid increase in the number of mirrors, Zhanle actually felt obvious weakness and pain in his limbs.

Zhan Lak couldn't see himself, so he didn't notice that his face was gradually distorted into a ball due to tension and fear.

……why? !

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①In Thai, adding [Kun] before the surname is a respectful title, probably Mr. XX