Chapter 427: Evil and Good

"Hmm?" Wu's eyes paused, as if he had discovered something strange. He clearly smelled the smell of a door on the other person, but why

Why did his door disappear?

"Squeak"

A sharp friction sound rang in his ears. He frowned slightly, and the painting on the easel beside him began to bulge outward, with a hideous ghost face on it.

The drawing paper was actually torn open with a bloody cut, an arm stretched out from the frame, and soon, a bloody female ghost crawled out.

Her eyes were bloodshot, she was breathing heavily, and her body was covered with bloody wounds. She must have killed her way here, and the big knife in her hand was still dripping blood.

"Asshole!" Weng Qing, who had lost his human appearance, was like a zombie, slightly hunched over, and his bloodshot eyes stared at Wu, "I want you to pay for Taro's life!"

The next second, the big knife chopped down at Wu's back.

Perhaps it was because of Weng Qing's courage, or perhaps he did not expect that a ghost could break through such a restriction, so he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But suddenly he found that his hand was sucked by a strange force.

Not only could he not pull it out, but he was actually pulled into the other person's body.

The seemingly fierce knife slashed behind the black-clothed man Wu, but it was like a drop in the ocean.

Even if the belief is strong, it cannot overcome the gap in strength.

Weng Qing looked at the knife in her hand with red eyes, and then she actually rushed forward with red eyes. She would bite the creator of all the weird stories to death even with her teeth.

The sharp blade cut her body, and she was thrown heavily against the wall without even touching the corner of the other person's clothes.

She fell at the foot of Jiang Cheng with a faint breath.

What really attracted Wu's attention was the man in front of him, the man named Hao Shuai. The strong attraction gave Wu a brand new feeling.

He was just strange, but not afraid.

At least for the time being, the other party was far from being able to threaten his power, but it was a bit troublesome to deal with.

"It seems that I have to cut you open to find the door." He held the handle of the knife with one hand and slowly rotated it, blood flowing out along the wound.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the pain in his body was far less than the torment in his mind at this moment.

Those fragments were pieced together and reorganized, and the sharp edges cut him into pieces.

"Buzz"

The buzzing sound sounded, Wu's hand stopped moving, and a soft hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, "Don't go on like this." Lin Chen appeared beside him.

At this time, Lin Chen was wearing a simple skirt, and her fair cheeks were already covered with tears. "Don't go on like this." She cried out in a lost voice: "You were not like this at the beginning, right?"

Wu's sight focused on Jiang Cheng's pocket.

The pocket tore open.

The painting hidden in the pocket.

Disappeared.

It was the woman who suddenly appeared just now!

It was she who took advantage of the moment of being attacked, rushed to Jiang Cheng, stole the painting, and then woke up Lin Chen who was in the bedroom.

"I'm sorry." Lin Chen slowly hugged Wu's stiff body from behind, and the warm feeling was like water, slowly spreading to his whole body.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have depicted your appearance in despair. I was too selfish. I couldn't bear the despair, and I shouldn't let you bear it for me."

"Let go." Lin Chen, who was awakened by the painting, had light in his eyes, "Don't make mistakes again."

The huge album unfolded behind him, and one figure after another walked out of the album. The despair in the eyes of the figures was gradually cleansed and became clear and bright.

"Heh." Wu retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Cheng opposite, "Come out, I know it's you!"

An illusory figure stepped out from behind Jiang Cheng, or more precisely, from the shadow behind Jiang Cheng, and pulled out the knife that stabbed into his chest.

The figure was wearing a white windbreaker, which formed a sharp contrast with Wu, who was dressed in black, just like light and darkness, two different extremes.

Raising his head, the man's face was exactly the same as Wu's.

But the two have completely different temperaments. The one in black has sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a murderous aura, while the one in white has a gentle temperament and gentle eyebrows and eyes.

It is the good side of Wu.

"You have done very well." The man who looks exactly like Wu said. When he drew out the knife, Jiang Cheng staggered, but finally stood still.

He felt that half of his blood was burning, and the other half seemed to be frozen, and his blood vessels were full of ice.

Just now, he seemed to touch the memory lock in his mind, and the fleeting information hit his mind violently.

So much so that he felt vague about what was happening in front of him.

In confusion, Jiang Cheng's palm hurt, and the sharp blade cut through the palm, and then it was covered with a coldness.

"Let's leave this door to you." The good-faced Wu took Jiang Cheng's hand, and the next second, the two appeared behind the bronze door and printed their blood-stained hands on it.

Instantly, great pain penetrated Jiang Cheng's body, and countless blood threads stretched out from behind the door and tightly wrapped around his hands.

Dark red inscriptions appeared on the door, like the most ancient and obscure language.

"Is this what you call letting go?" Hei Yi Wu turned his head and looked at Lin Chen behind him, with two lines of blood and tears in his eyes.

"For the so-called goodness in your heart, you just watch me die?" Hei Yi Wu smiled, and he pulled the corner of his mouth, "Watching my door being taken away bit by bit?"

Lin Chen's body trembled.

"Sister, you can forgive those who hurt you, but you want to kill me? Kill me who is willing to do anything to protect you?" Tears of blood fell into the corners of his mouth, and Wu looked at the cowardly woman behind him.

"Where was he when I was protecting you and killing those who hurt you?" Wu pointed at himself who was exactly the same as himself, but could live in the sunshine and warmth.

What made him even more difficult to accept was that he could be the only one to get his sister's love.

Is this fair?

"Why?" Wu screamed in pain, "Just because he is full of benevolence and morality, just because he always says a few words of comfort after you are hurt?"

"Sister, I am the only one who can protect you!"

"Whoever bullies you, I will kill him, turn him into a ghost story, let them live in fear forever, and atone for their actions!"

"As long as we have enough ghost stories, sister, no one will bully you anymore! As long as I am alive, no one can hurt you!"

Red curses appeared on him, and then suddenly broke, and the restrictions on him began to melt like ice and snow.

The walls of the room began to have huge cracks, and the sky outside began to become strange.

The world behind the door, under the influence of Wu in black, began to become unstable and even collapsed.

The despair that had been suppressed for a long time finally broke out.

"You hypocritical guy" Wu slowly stood up, staring at the man who looked exactly like himself, and the shadow behind him began to become distorted.

A blood moon rose in the sky outside.