You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 192 Why are the eyes of this monster in the photo moving?

The daytime of this island city is like a long scroll of prosperity that never fades.

In an almost noisy yet orderly manner, it slowly unfolds before the eyes of every traveler.

The sunlight struggled to penetrate the narrow gaps between the tall buildings and poured onto every street.

Walking on such a street is like being in a huge beehive, with people flowing like a stream, but each one is busy and in order.

There are many shops on both sides of the street.
The colorful signs sparkled brightly in the bright sunshine.

The shop assistants greeted every customer who passed by with friendly smiles.

The sushi chef behind the bar was concentrating on cutting the fresh fish with amazing skill.

The barista skillfully makes latte art, giving each cup of coffee an exquisite artistic pattern that is magnificent.

The air is filled with the aroma of various foods, and the tempting smell makes people slow down their pace involuntarily.
Eager to taste this ultimate temptation from taste buds.

"What is this?"

"Could it be that a new store has opened recently and is being advertised so heavily?"

"I'll pick one up and see what it is."

Passersby on the street noticed the photos of snow falling from the sky.

Many people curiously reached out their hands to grab the falling photos, and some bent down to pick up the ones on the ground.
Some passed it to their friends next to them to watch.
Others curiously put their heads together to examine the contents.

"Ah! What is this? It's so scary, is it a prank?"

"Is there a new horror-themed store opening? I like this type the most, but this design is quite unique."

"Why are the eyes of this monster in the photo moving? Am I dazzled?"

Many passers-by looked at the photo carefully.

Hidden in that silent photo is a terrifying image that is beyond human cognition.

This face is subtly similar to a human form yet completely different from it. Every line of it is permeated with an indescribable chill.

The muscles around the eye sockets seemed to be dragged by an invisible force, sinking deep into the indescribable dark abyss.

There was nothing in the eye sockets, not even a glimmer of life.

This emptiness is darker than the deep night and colder than the silent wilderness.

And that mouth was opened exaggeratedly wide.

The corners of his mouth were torn all the way to his ears, revealing uneven, dull teeth.

This mouth seems to never close. It is shouting silently, or like an endless howl.

Although the sound waves have not reached the ears, they have already made people feel cold in their hearts and their souls tremble.

Every inch of skin is covered with a gray-green luster.

It is neither the lively and agile life of the living nor the silent and dead silence of the dead.

But it is some kind of strange existence between the two.

This color looks even more eerie in the bright sunshine.
It seems as if it could spread out from the photo at any time and contaminate everything around it.

in the air,
There seemed to be an indescribable chill in the air.

It penetrates the skin and reaches deep into the bone marrow, making people shiver involuntarily.

This photo is like a cursed mark. Just a quick glance at it,
It can suddenly awaken people's deepest fears and insecurities.

"Throw it away quickly, it's scary."

"I'm going to call the defense department. There must be some bastard deliberately spreading panic."

"I seem to have seen this face in the photo somewhere before, but I can't remember where it is."

Many people were frightened by the faces in the photos and threw them on the ground.
Some even crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can, while others simply took out their lighters and tried to light it.

However, for some reason this photo just wouldn't burn.

The man had no choice but to throw it into the trash can.
But he didn't think too much about it and just thought that the photo was made of fire-proof material.

On a certain street.

Several young people who had just got off work were excitedly discussing where to go to relax in the evening.
After all, tomorrow is the weekend, so there is no need to get up so early. Both of their faces are filled with anticipation and joy for the weekend.

boom!
Suddenly, the head of a young woman walking in the middle exploded.

Broken bones, splattered brain matter, splattered flesh and blood, splattered everywhere.

The colleagues who were laughing just now all stood still in an instant.
Their bodies, clothes, hair, and faces were covered with all kinds of bloody things that were enough to irritate the brain nerves.

The young woman in the business suit still stood there, holding the strap of her cross-body bag with one hand.

"Ah! Yoshiko! Yoshiko, what on earth is going on?"

The colleagues around him didn't react until they smelled the strong smell of blood that irritated their stomachs.

Everyone's face was filled with fear and collapse. Anyone who encountered such a situation would have such emotions.

I was walking with my friend when his head suddenly exploded.

The headless corpse was still standing there, blood gushing out of its broken neck.

"Look at what that is on the street? A monster! Is it a monster or an evil spirit? No! An evil spirit is a monster, and a monster is an evil spirit."

A man carrying an office bag was so frightened that he fell to the ground, supporting himself with his hands, his legs shaking.

He tried his best to stand up, but his legs were completely out of control and cold sweat kept streaming down his cheeks.

at the corner.

A thin and slender gray-green figure stood quietly, holding tightly in his hands,
It turned out to be a broken, bloody head.

The outline of the head was vaguely discernible; it belonged to their usually gentle and charming beauty colleague, Yoshiko.

The beautiful colleague who once lit up the office with her gentle smile,

At this moment, only a broken face remained, with those empty eyes staring into the endless darkness.

Blood continued to flow like thin threads, dripping onto the cold stone road.

It quickly gathered into a shocking pool of blood, emitting a suffocating smell of rust.

The air around seemed to freeze in an instant, and the slightest sound of each drop of blood falling to the ground could be clearly heard.

They jump and spread across the ground,
Eventually it formed a winding river of blood.
It flows silently towards the sewer at the end of the street, accompanied by the sound of splashing water.

In this suffocating silence, the gray-green figure suddenly moved.

Its movements were lightning fast and beyond imagination, as if it had crossed the boundaries of space.

In just a blink of an eye, it disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, another male colleague was panicking and about to turn around and run away.
But he met an even more miserable fate.

His abdomen was suddenly torn apart by an irresistible force.

The internal organs were ruthlessly pulled out by the monster with a dull cracking sound.

It was thrown on the roadside as if it were a useless object.

Following this sudden act of brutality, the entire street was instantly engulfed in panic.

The gray-green figure shuttled back and forth like a ghost.
Every movement was accompanied by a flickering afterimage, and the speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture its whereabouts.

On the street, blood gathered into a trickle, then gradually gathered into a river, slowly flowing into the sewer not far away.

Accompanied by the sound of clattering, it seemed like the prelude to the gates of hell quietly opening.

People's desperate screams and broken cries are intertwined.
It constitutes a terrifying symphony like the end of the world.

As the night grew darker, the river of blood continued to flow quietly, carrying the elegy of life into the unknown abyss.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and despair.

It seemed as if the whole world had sunk into this bloody purgatory, with nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide.

Chu He stood at the top of a building.

Looking down at the miserable state of the streets below, he sniffed the air gently: "What a prosperous island city."

(End of this chapter)