MTL - Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss-Chapter 68 Nightmare

[In the brightly lit underground hall, countless suits and leather suits are worn during the day, and graceful gentlemen and ladies gather in the most spacious hall of the hall with a look of enthusiasm, shouting: "Long live! Samal!"

They all wore a mysterious mask, and the mask was not large enough to cover the first half of the face.

But even when wearing a mask, their crazy and excited eyes hidden under the mask are scary.

They stared at the huge altar in the middle of the hall tightly, leaving behind the original restraints and rituals, but they kept screaming, as if expecting something to come.

On the altar, a young man tied to the cross showed horror.

His blond hair has become messy in the constant struggle, and this originally cheerful and handsome teenager has gradually lost hope under the renegade.

A white silk cloth was tied to his mouth, blocking all his petitions and curses.

"Hmm! Hmm!" The young boy's blue eyes gradually became hatred. He looked at the so-called celebrities in the audience, his eyes gloomy and fierce.

He kept every face in his heart.

Someday, he will make each of them pay the price they deserve!

A kind, middle-aged woman wearing a black robe with a false face is standing on the stage and beckons to everyone: "Quiet! Everyone! Today, it will be the day when our master, the omnipotent **** Samer is born, I hope you They are all ready to welcome their masters! Sacred Samer! Immortal Samer! Let us cheer! Believers! "

After all, the middle-aged woman lit the torch in her hand and raised the torch high.

Boom-The flame completely lit the cross, and the still-struggling boy stopped moving. He bit his lips tightly and refused to scream.

Every inch of his skin was licked by flames, and the pain continued to his nerve endings.

He felt the pain in his body, and his blue eyes gradually became extremely horrible.

boom--

Ahhhh! !! !!

The flames crossed the edge of the altar, and the closest believers were also burned into flames, and screams rang through the hall.

But all of a sudden, the whole hall turned into a sea of ​​fire.

This flame of **** carries all the anger and hatred, and it never stops. 】

——From "Nightmare"

There was a rustling sound of flipping pages in the quiet room.

Zhou Yu flipped through the books borrowed from the library and slid his fingertips across the rough paper surface, searching for what he wanted.

Soon, a portrait of a **** demon came into view.

In the middle of the dark background, a devil with a burning flame was tied to a wooden frame, hissing and wailing.

A pair of wings lit by flames spread behind the devil. The original white feathers were scattered, and they were gradually stained with dark flames, with an extra cruel beauty.

Beneath the picture is written this devil-Samuel, the demon **** of anger and revenge.

According to legend, the fallen angel who betrayed the Lord of Lights, the God of Light, Lord of Hell-Samer.

Zhou Yu took a closer look at this picture, and then began to paint the look of the demon in the spare book.

The sound of the nib across the paper was endless, and I didn't know how long it took before Zhou Yu finally stopped the pen in his hand.

Devil's long black curly hair occupies most of the picture, giving a sense of depression.

Zhou Yu couldn't paint the face of the devil, just like the legend, covered his face with a layer of shadows and flames, only the deep eyes flashed the gloomy light.

In this legend, the demon **** who commanded all the fears in the world took a huge sickle in his hand and covered it under a black robe. The shadow covered a large blank area on the screen.

Zhou Yu looked at the demon on the paper. The emerald's beautiful eyes just matched the demon's extraordinarily gloomy eyes.

If there were pigments, Zhou Yu frowned angrily.

That way, he could paint the eyes of this demon **** with his favorite azure blue.

Just like Morris ...

Zhou Yu tore the painting off the book, and looked at this portrait of the **** exuding an uncomfortable breath, his eyes flashed.

There might be something wrong with his head, and he actually felt that the demon was very similar to Morris.

How can it be?

If Samuel symbolizes all the sins in this world and the end of all sinful karma, then Morris is the kind of angel born to hold wine for the **** of light. His heart is always purely like an angel, sometimes Let him humiliate himself and guilt his own despicableness.

Zhou Yu walked out of the room and found that the cheap father Eugene was still sleeping, then went to the next master bedroom and stuffed the portrait of the **** into the nightstand.

After doing all of this, Zhou Yu looked at the room that was still not unusual, the corner of his mouth drew up, revealing a particularly weird smile.

Good night, good dream, my father, Eugene.

The dark-haired teenager walked out of this large but cluttered master bedroom with a blank expression.

For a long time, a cloud of invisible black smoke emanated from the bedside table, silently covering the man sleeping in the living room.

The man's heavy breathing sound stagnated, and then became even again, but there was an unknown dark mist between the eyebrows that was invisible to the naked eye.

The sky seemed to be burned with blood, red.

Zhou Yu looked up at the sky, and walked expressionlessly on the empty street. The hard soles touched the abnormally flat tarmac, and they made crackling footsteps.

He was dreaming and he knew it.

In this dream, there is no one, only himself.

In fact, he rarely dreams. This is his first dream in two weeks. It is still such a weird dream.

The sky was stained red, and all the houses in the town were stained with time.

There was only one asphalt road running through the town, which was exceptionally straight, as if anyone had intentionally paved it.

The time flow in the dream is very strange. He walks on this strange avenue and observes the surrounding scene aimlessly.

He felt like he had walked for countless years, but actually he didn't even get out of this small town.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

A scream cut through the blood-red sky.

Zhou Yu's eardrums were a little irritated by the scream. He closed his eyes unbearably before he eased over a short while.

who is it?

Will there be such a noisy person in his dream?

Zhou Yu opened her eyes again, and the scene had changed.

He came to the interior of a dilapidated abandoned factory.

There were bloodstains everywhere on the rusty iron corridor.

Scarlet blood footprints stretched from the corridor in front of Zhou Yu to the corners in the distance.

He followed the footprints to a furnace.

The huge iron pot was filled with red-hot iron paste. Zhou Yu stood on an iron bridge made of steel above the furnace, looking down at those burning hot flames, and even black hair was welcomed by the shop. Some of the heat waves were curled.

"Let me go! Please! Ah ah!" The screams sounded again, and the pain and begging they contained made people feel extremely miserable.

"Well, seriously, dear Paul, you are suitable to practice tenor, what a standard scream, listen, it's so pitiful, oh, I really want to sympathize with you, really!" The sound of his voice sounded extremely evil.

"But you shouldn't hurt him, you **** bitch-born Paul!" The hoarse voice, which seemed to have been concocted, became deeper, and his anger was no doubt revealed.

"Now, take a hot bath, oh, take a good bath, maybe I'll forgive you!" The man's voice became full of bad taste again.

The scorched man clasped the human neck with his sharp claws, placed him on top of the furnace, and looked at him screaming with mercy for mercy.

"No, no, no! Don't throw me down, oh oh, ah-" Paul, who was strong and tall, was easily grasped by the man by his unknown name and hung from his neck.

He struggled with legs, trying to escape the fate of being thrown into the sea of ​​fire.

But unfortunately, demons never have extra sympathy.

His screams soon disappeared into a piece of hot red iron.

Pattering--a murmur of noise in this empty factory is harsh.

It turned out that Zhou Yu accidentally kicked a broken iron block and kicked it into the furnace below.

The man in a school uniform that didn't fit well turned his head in an instant, and the figure of a dark-haired boy entered his field of vision.

The young grandmother's green eyes stared straight at him, her pale cheeks a little ruddy against the background of the fire.

The boy looked at his face, tilted his head in doubt, and his red and plump lips moved slightly, and asked softly, "Morris?"

"No, it's not!" The scarred face of the man disappeared instantly, leaving him overwhelmed.

"I don't know who you are talking about!"

Bell—the alarm goes off.

Zhou Yu opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling in the room.

He woke up.

Sitting on the bed, Zhou Yu looked at the sky that was not yet bright through the window. There was some sweat on the pale face, and the hair on his forehead stuck to his face, showing a slightly fragile meaning.

Is everything just a dream?

In the morning, the cold mist has not yet dissipated, and some students have started to step into the school one after another.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah!" The screams cut through the sky.

Some people found that the famous football player Paul in the school was holding a knife to hurt people everywhere, and his mouth was screaming madly about what gods are dead, and the devil was resurrected.

In this town with a strong religious atmosphere, any disrespectful words to the gods can only appear in private, otherwise they will only be treated as lunatics and caught in a lunatic asylum.

The whistle of a police car sounded, and Paul, who was completely crazy, was soon caught in the car.

Next, after the interrogation, they will send this guy who deliberately hurt others and insults the gods into a lunatic asylum for transformation.

Zhou Yu stood on the side of the road, watching the police car drive away from the school gate, his eyes moved slightly.

He remembered the dream last night, the guy who kept screaming in the furnace.

However, that's just a dream. What does it have to do with these?

Zhou Yu looked back and turned into the campus.

The first class was an English class. The bell rang, but the teacher was still late.

The classroom was noisily noisy. It was clear that the arrest of Paul this morning had spread all over the campus, and the boring students had more talks.

"Hello, have you heard about Paul?"

"Of course, what's wrong with this, I've seen that guy unpleasant for a long time, it must have been crazy!"

"No, no, I have inside information. It is said to be possessed by the devil!"

"Being possessed by the devil? Who do you listen to?"

"Hey, don't you know, I have an aunt who is a holy sect ..."

Squeak--the classroom door was opened and the old-fashioned English teacher came in.

The classroom quieted down for a moment. Zhou Yu looked at the two classmates who were chatting with each other, with indifferent eyes.

Holy sect?

"Classmates, there is a transfer student in our class today. Ask her to introduce herself!" The English teacher looked at the female student who followed her.

"Hello everyone, my name is Karina, I transferred from Candi City, and I hope to get along with everyone!" The girl with long blond hair smiled, and her beautiful face carried an ordinary girl. The lack of British spirit makes her very attractive.

The author has something to say: Sorry, the small theater is too late for qaq to blame me, Kavin 嘤 嘤 嘤

There is a large area of ​​magical change in this world. The author is not able to rewrite a Bible. He can only blindly change the background. Christians please stop, and readers who care about it also stop and repeat. This story is purely fictional. The article is not mindful, and hopes that the party will be cautious.

In addition, as mentioned earlier, Zhou Yu will be affected by his original personality, so the world will be more emotional, in short-naive. He lost the memory of an adult thinking mode, but it would still be immature, so Morris was not found dead, and it was normal to encounter some logical incompatibility. Ask the little angels to let go of qaq

Thank you for the landmines of Bantang and Mozhu ~ Thank you very much! Thank you little angels for your support ~ Hold on!

small theater:

Spiritual world consciousness: (Lift up the microphone) Come, cub, come and tell Dad how do you feel when you do bad things and get caught on the spot? (A serious grin)

Morris: (smirking) What are you talking about, how can I do bad things! Daughter-in-law, listen to me!

Zhou Yu: (Expressionless) I have eyes. Thank you.

Morris: (Pretend to be calm.jpg) I'm really innocent.

Nightmare world consciousness: (laughs abs.jpg) Ahaha, I laughed a lot, eh? Why don't you laugh in the future? Is it lack of money? (Take out the banknote)

Awareness of the future world: laugh at your mom! Let go! (Struggling in nightmare arms) 2k novel reading network