Chapter 1183: Portrait

However, because he had already adapted to Ye Chen's ability and this sudden situation, Qian Damao didn't have much violent movements, but sweat on his forehead betrayed him.
His heart is not not afraid, but just using this method, he wants to dispel the fear in his heart.
Looking at his composure, Ye Chen just smiled disdainfully. He will make Qian Damao understand what is called the torment of the soul.
The disappeared Li Guihua is just the first step, and the current Li Guihua is just as uncomfortable.
There was no sunshine in the dark corridor, and I was thinking about scolding Ye Chen's Qian Damao. After finding out that I was left alone, there was no way to continue.
His eyes slightly flustered, and he tried to hide again. Soon his footsteps began to move, and it looked as if he was going to find an exit.
In the quiet hallway, every step he stepped on lightly appeared to be extraordinarily crisp, with no windows and doors in sight, but there was always a cold wind blowing across his body, which caused a layer of goose bumps.
The corridor should not look long, but Qian Damao walked alone for a long time, and did not look at the end of the corridor. During this period, he did not turn any time, or said he did not see any forks.
Such a long corridor will feel very strange no matter what you think.
Qian Damao's original appearance was strong and menacing. With the passage of time, he dissipated a little bit, and his eyes could no longer be covered. Panic occupied his entire heart. Now, he is extremely hopeful that someone can His friendship
Talk.
Even if there is something else that can make a sound, at least in this case, he does not need to endure such emptiness and fear in such an environment.
At every step here, he seemed to be wearing no shoes. He stepped on the white snow in winter and could not feel any temperature. The whole body gradually became numb here.
Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and started running wildly.
Ye Chen looked at Qian Damao's mentality toward imbalance, and started to run for no reason. He snapped his fingers at the screen. Everything he had to arrange had to be done little by little. Row.
Only in this way can Qian Damao experience what is more than physical pain. Ye Chen has the patience to do this.
I don't know how long I ran. Qian Damao finally saw a black door, which was very strange under the orange light in the corridor.
Qian Damao's footsteps slowed down, and he knew very well that he was now on trial, so there might be something behind the door.
It's just that no matter what kind of things will appear, he has no qualification to choose. At present, he can't do anything except go down according to Ye Chen's arrangement. Even if he wants to commit suicide now, there is no way to complete it. Got it.
Taking a deep breath, the fat on and off Qian Damao's body suddenly began to tremble, then he slowly extended his hand, held the door handle, and then pushed hard again, and the door was suddenly pushed away by him. , A burst of violent music also passed into his ears.
When Qian Damao wanted to see what was inside, he was suddenly pushed by a huge force behind him. When he couldn’t control his body, Qian Damao rushed into a strange room. .
The violent music is more clear, like a bar, but there is no one. The black color of this bar is basically black no matter what.
Even the glass is not transparent, but shows a very strange black.
Qian Damao's eyes were a bit dazed. He was still in the hospital where he could see the red cross, but now he went directly to the bar, but it was just a door. Why is there such a big difference? Qian Damao couldn't think of an answer...
There was a red ray of light in Ye Chen's hands, and Qian Damao's own memories began to blur a little. All the memories seemed to happen in a dream.
The music is getting louder and louder, but there is still no one, neither a bar, two servicemen or clerks. It should have been a strange thing, but Qian Damao has made some judgments unclear.
He walked around the bar, his eyes very confused. After bypassing the bar, when he continued to walk forward, the things that appeared in front of him were even more unbelievable than before.
A black curtain hung down from the ceiling. In front of the curtain, there was a still picture placed on the table case. In front of the portrait, there were still lit incense candles, and various tributes filled the entire table.
Qian Damao gradually approached the portrait, looked closely, looked at him, he suddenly stepped back a few steps, his eyes widened, his mouth trembling uncontrollably, although there was no one here, But he still raised his hand, pointing at the portrait, and asked blankly: "This...this man...how...how to look like...like me!?"
It was very strange that the violent music and the portrait were accompanied. When Qian Damao found out that the person in the portrait was himself, his heart jumped violently.
Pointing at the portrait, he opened his mouth wide, and he couldn't speak anymore except for a moment after he said a word.
It was as if all the words were stuck in his throat, even if it was only half a word, it was a very difficult thing.
"Husband?"
The sudden cries made Qian Damao almost never blow up the hair. He looked back quickly.
The whole person was stunned for a moment, the corner of the mouth opened slightly, and the saliva flowed out of it, and fell on his chest bit by bit, and a smell of smell spread out, looking at his mouth full of yellow teeth I knew how bad his saliva would be.
It's just that these things have no effect on him at this moment. His eyes are just staring at the woman in front of him: "Beauty, what's your name?"
The skin is like snow, the hair is waist-waisted, the eyebrows are wide-eyed, and the nose bridge is high-ting, but the slightest show of grace, just a simple smile, can dazzle people's soul and make them full of charm.
Such a woman, with a blame, is afraid that there will be countless men crazy for it.
"Husband, what are you saying, I am your wife, don't you remember my name?"
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