Chapter 67: Nightmare

Reincarnation space
The handsome man with white hair looked at the data on the light screen with a serious face.
"The next world is" Nightmare ". This world is relatively difficult. It is a horror movie with no solution. Everyone pays attention to buying life-saving props. If it doesn't work, I can pay it first."
The unusually strong flat-headed man stood beside the white-haired man, his muscles swelled up and played a kind of exaggeration.
His eyes were calm and he said lightly, "OK."
The only female in the team, the girl with red hair leaping up and down, smiled and said, "Oh, huh! No problem, boss! This oss is really so powerful! Wow, think about it all Afraid, even sleep can't sleep, otherwise it will be dragged into a dream and killed, it is too scary! It is indeed a famous horror movie boss in movie history! "
"But fortunately, the background of this series of films is the end of the French era, otherwise it would be really difficult to come with a few more gods and the like!"
The thin man with a low sense of presence whispered, "Well, if only the crazy woman of Eliza didn't run around, her mind control ability is just right for this world!"
"Don't mention Eliza, buy the equipment as soon as possible, there is news above, the mission mode may change this time, and the difficulty has increased, but in contrast, many weapons have been reduced in price, taking advantage of this good opportunity to buy more, After all, the Lord God is not always so generous! "Hearing, the white-haired man rubbed his eyebrows, his face helpless.
"Understand, Captain!"
The remaining teammates responded.
In such a peaceful team atmosphere, no one can think of it. This is the top five teams in the reincarnation space, and there are countless low-level samsaras who have sunk in those horror movie worlds.
Picking up the bag and inspecting it carefully, Zhou Yu's thin and slender fingers stroked the black handprints that could not be wiped off the strap.
The schoolbag made of humble light brown denim is simple in design and has no decoration.
This also makes this ghost mark appearing abruptly on the strap look dazzling.
Zhou Yu's grandmother's green eyes flashed with suspicion. He stared at the handprint, her lips lightly.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this black handprint is just a scary joke, meaningless.
But Zhou Yu felt inexplicably that this fingerprint belonged to a person he was familiar with—Morris.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu stood up abruptly, looking around for Morris's trace, and there was a faint light in the deep green eyes.
But looking away, there was only a lonely scene in winter, and there was not even a pedestrian on the deserted street.
No trace of Morris.
His lips were ridiculed, Zhou Yu shook his head with ridicule, and a little messy black hair was scattered, covering his eyes.
What is he thinking?
How could that long-lost guy suddenly come back and bring back his schoolbag in a sea of ​​fire?
However, it's really strange, why is this schoolbag here?
Zhou Yu clearly remembers that today he was a bit disgusted because the locker was filled with cursing graffiti. He did not choose to put the schoolbag in as usual, but instead carried it directly into the classroom.
The sudden fire also burned everything in that classroom.
Unless someone took the bag back in the fire.
But is it necessary?
Risking your life to get a worthless broken schoolbag?
Zhou Yu thought about it, but couldn't think of an answer for a moment, he could only frown to open the door and walk in.
Click—the door was closed and Zhou Yu entered the house.
Outside the door, there was a sudden twist at the door, which was originally empty.
A particularly burnt hand emerged from the void and placed a bunch of roses with dew on the door frame.
The bright red rose exudes an intoxicating fragrance, lying quietly on the slate ground that has become calm again, as if talking about something, and the words are still there.
Zhou Yu stepped into the living room, his eyes narrowed uncomfortably because of the dim environment inside the room.
The house was dark, only a little light was showing in the living room.
Zhou Yu stepped forward, and saw the shabby black and white TV in the living room making a harsh noise, and the screen was full of snowflakes.
On the sofa facing the TV, the man with a beer belly covered his cheeks, snoring, and slept soundly.
The living room is not that big, just a sofa occupies most of the area, and the beer bottles and food debris scattered around the sofa fill the living room, almost turning into a garbage dump.
Zhou Yu's room was on the innermost side of the house, and he had to pass through the living room to pass. Therefore, he walked into the living room expressionlessly, stepped on the ground, and walked to the sofa.
On the sofa, the slouching man was still asleep, and his fragile neck was exposed to the light of the TV.
Zhou Yu's beautiful green eyes flashed with faint cold light, and her fingers quietly attached a folding knife in her pocket.
Recently, this so-called father has become more corrupt.
Because of the huge medical expenses that the Pauls paid for, the man began to drink alcohol, drugs and drugs even more recklessly.
A few days ago I even wanted him to join in what he called "the blessing of the gods".
In this town, there are many "god believers" like his father Eugene, who get so-called "god blessings" by smoking an unknown powder.
Zhou Yu remembered that he himself had envied these people for being blessed by gods, but now he can clearly realize that it is not a blessing, it is just an invitation to hell.
On the sofa, the man full of fat and shiny face still slept soundly.
Zhou Yu retracted the knife in his pocket into his pocket, narrowed his cold killing intent, and walked towards his room.
He didn't want to kill people, and didn't want to stain his hands with blood for such people.
Close the door to isolate the strong alcohol from the living room.
Zhou Yu put the bag in his hand on the ground, and then lay down on his single bed weakly.
He looked at the patterns on the ceiling, his thoughts drifted back to two weeks ago.
At that time, he had just woke up from a coma, and the first thing he saw was a boy with blond hair and blue eyes.
The teenager had a worried expression on his face, asking with concern his physical condition.
At that time, Zhou Yu really felt that this was really an angel-like guy and people couldn't help but like him.
After the boy and him got closer to each other, he started to introduce himself impatiently, and dumped everything about himself.
In fact, if Zhou Yu didn't interrupt in time, he would have burst his underwear size.
Thinking of the boy who always had a silly smile, Zhou Yu's pale face could not help but reveal a gentle smile.
The guy named Morris has always been so cheerful and helpful.
However, even though he helped many people who suffered from bullying on campus, when Morris needed help, none of them came out to help him.
At this time, Zhou Yu was very angry and wanted to pull out those ungrateful and wolf-hearted guys and let them taste the taste of being bullied again.
But Morris stopped him.
He always had a harmless and pretentious smile, as if he didn't care about all the unfair treatment imposed on him.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu's eyes became dim.
He sat up from his bed, his eyes darkened.
Therefore, it is obvious that he did not give him any reply.
Morris, who even those guys could forgive, rejected him alone.
Zhou Yu only felt that his chest was a little stuffy, and his heart seemed to be ignited by a fire, which made him intolerable.
"Morris ..." Zhou Yu whispered the name that had been swirling in his heart countless times, gritted his teeth.
He used to make various excuses for Morris's disassociation, such as being kidnapped, giving the wrong address and the like.
But in the end, he couldn't continue to deceive himself.
After all, Morris had met him before leaving, and they had a fierce fight.
The reason is-Jenny.
That cheerleader, a blonde.
Morris seemed to like Jenny very much, and kept asking him if he had any relationship with Jenny, for fear that he might take Jenny away. The questioning tone made him particularly uncomfortable.
Coupled with the unclear anger at the time, Zhou Yu and Morris quarreled and began the Cold War.
Later, Morris suddenly moved away, leaving only a letter with his address in the mailbox in front of his house.
Obviously, that address is also fake.
Zhou Yu's eye circles were reddish, and his head was re-buried in the soft bed, but the exposed shoulders shivered slightly.
In the clean, small room, the dark-haired boy was sulking in bed.
And in places where teenagers didn't notice, in the narrow corners of the room, the space began to twist continuously.
It's as if someone is standing in the corner, thinking about whether to step forward.
I don't know how long, the dark-haired boy lying on the bed stopped moving, half of his cheek was exposed side by side, showing a slight tear on his cheek.
His breathing was smooth, apparently falling into a sweet dreamland.
At the same time, a blurry figure gradually appeared in the empty corner of the room, as the ghost image in the ghost film gradually became clear.
A scorched man was standing in the corner, and only the blue eyes on that unrecognizable face revealed his complicated emotions.
"I'm sorry, Zhou Yu." A low, hoarse voice sounded, with a careful meaning.
The man went to the bed and covered the boy with a quilt to prevent him from catching cold.
He looked at the still-skinny teenager who distressed him, and couldn't help but stretch out his scarred fingers, trying to touch the friend he had been remembering.
But just before touching the boy's smooth and white cheeks, the man suddenly saw his ugly and distorted palm and immediately retracted his hand.
How can such a disgusting and ugly self touch him!
Withdrawing his fingers and holding them tightly together, the man finally glanced at the teenager with a sense of perseverance and love that he didn't even notice.
"Don't worry, I will deal with everyone who wants to hurt you."
The hoarse and low voice no longer has the pleasant magnetism of the past, but it makes people feel more thrilled and scared.
The man's figure gradually disappeared, and the original peace was restored in the room.
I don't know how long it took, the sky outside the window completely darkened, and Zhou Yu finally woke up from his sleep.
He sat up and looked at the quilt, with a little doubt in his eyes.
Was he covered under the quilt before going to bed?
and……
Zhou Yu looked around the room, his eyes finally stopped at the corner of the room.
I always feel that someone familiar has come.
Zhou Yu got out of bed, went to the window and looked at the sky, then turned on the light.
Bright lights illuminated the whole room, and every corner was exposed to the light.
Going to the corner of the room, Zhou Yu looked down at the floor. The green eyes seemed like a deep pond, and the emotions were elusive.
Above the floor, a black footprint was striking.
Is it a ghost?
Or God? Or both?
Zhou Yu turned his head and picked up the schoolbag by the bed, looking at the black handprint on it, exactly the same color as the footprint.
As if suddenly thinking of something, Zhou Yu opened the schoolbag and looked at the contents of the schoolbag.
Textbooks, pencil cases, exercise books for each subject-everything is there, with the exception of the book with the portrait of the gods, and the returned letters.
What exactly is going on?
Zhou Yu looked at the black footprint and frowned angrily.
who are you?
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small theater:
Zhou Yu: (with a gentle face) Morris is really a gentle person, always forgiving others.
Morris: (stuck away the knife) No, because they are good too! There are no bad people in this world. (With a pure smile)
Paul and Jenny: (silently covering the mouth of vomiting blood)
Nightmare World Consciousness: (take out a lot of banknotes) to! future! (Showing a rich smile)
Awareness of the future world: (Life is not loveable.jpg) Don't come over, otherwise you will commit suicide! It ’s not a joke! (Lifting up the sling in despair)
Spiritual World Consciousness: (Eating Silently) Actually, Dad wanted to ask long ago, where did he get so much money for nightmares? (Curious.jpg)
Cthulhu's world consciousness: (silently eating melons) Oh, this, it seems that because of his higher level, the reincarnation has died much, but turned into his nutrients, becoming a thief rich!
Spiritual World Consciousness: (Eating Whale.jpg) Wow, then this is a good match with Xiao Weiwei. Xiao Weiwei has been killed more often than this!
Awareness of the future world: (Angry Rush.jpg) Say it again! I committed suicide because I wanted to commit suicide! And, it ’s actually amazing! At last! Don't call it Xiao Weiwei! (To the table)
Spiritual world consciousness: (a kind old father smiles) All right, you're right, Xiao Weiwei ~ (Turns his head to speak to Cthulhu) Oops, the kid is just too proud ~
Awareness of the future world: (out of snot bubble) I heard it! 2k novel reading network