Super God: From Ghost Rider to King of Fengdu

Those ones……

Or dark, violent, crazy...

Or justice, perseverance, tenacity...

No matter what reasonable or unreasonable assumptions you make, this scene does not exist!

The wind is blowing coldly!

Rivers of blood!

There are corpses everywhere!

That's not what's supposed to happen in New York!

This is not a scene that a group of minors should have to face!

Peter swore.

Before entering the museum, the teacher who had been guiding them and cooperating with the museum staff to explain things to this group of students suddenly, bizarrely, folded 180 degrees in front of them!

Broken spine!

Waist and abdomen torn!

Blood mixed with visceral dirt gushed out like a fountain!

Peter had to admit that he was scared to death, and there were many people like him! Including teachers, museum staff, and his not-so-friendly classmates!

The screams echoed through the sky!

Curses rang out one after another!

Some people were running around, trying to find a way to survive in this empty museum.

Some people huddled in the corner, waiting for police rescue.

unfortunately.

Peter was the one who was hiding in the corner, huddled up in a ball, helplessly waiting for rescue.

No other reason.

After experiencing the nausea and horror of the first encounter.

Peter's own intelligence and innate calmness began to dominate his brain. It was not until then that Peter discovered the abnormalities in this museum that he had never noticed before.

First of all:

The number of people is wrong!

As the most famous museum in New York with a huge collection, it normally receives quite a lot of tourists!

It definitely wouldn't have developed to the point where there are only a few kittens like this today!

Secondly:

The atmosphere is wrong!

Warm lighting is commonly used in any museum, rather than cold lighting like in a morgue.

The atmosphere.

I don't know since when it became so eerie and terrifying!

again:

The logic is wrong!

According to normal logic, no matter how small the area of ​​a museum is, someone should have managed to escape from the time of the incident until now, right?

At worst, you can just take out your cell phone and call the police, right?

however!

No!

No one can escape successfully!

Likewise, no one could successfully dial a cell phone!

Chapter 43: Museum of Death

"Peter! Are you sure we will be safe hiding here?"

An Asian boy who looks particularly chubby at a young age is struggling to seek a little sense of security from his friends.

The group next door were crouching with their heads covered.

The girls, who had been frightened out of their wits, also looked over, praying for some confirmed good news.

Peter's face was covered in sweat.

Hear the words.

Without hesitation:

"Trust me, Ned! It's at least smarter than running around!"

"Why, why?"

"Damn it, Ned! Look at this damn museum. I swear, this place has been haunted for a long time. At least, we haven't seen anyone except us! This doesn't make sense. And... didn't you notice? Damn it, when we entered the museum, we didn't see any adults running away!"

Ned turned pale and stammered:

"Then, what does that prove?"

Peter choked.

I almost got so angry that I lost my mind!

"Fuck, Ned, we didn't see any other tourists, which means that the previous tourists had the same experience! Fleeing from danger is human nature! But we haven't seen them escaping normally, which means... we are trapped in this museum and we can't escape!"

Ned's eyes widened and he desperately covered his mouth with his hands.

Dare not make a sound.

of course.

The fat boy also didn't forget to give a silencing look to Peter who was analyzing the current situation.

"Whoa, whoa..."

"Woooooooo..."

I could hear the sobbing sounds of several girls trying to suppress their voices.

Peter froze for a moment.

He cursed inwardly again.

With a stiff neck, he slowly turned his head and looked back.

however.

He had not yet accomplished this action, nor had he been able to see the real murderer who had caused such terror among his friends and female classmates.

But at any rate...

Peter saw another teacher fail successfully!

Bang! ——

The spine is folded in half!

Tear! ——

Abdominal cavity rupture!

chi chi! ——

Blood gushed out like a pillar!

Finally, the teacher who went out under the banner of seeking help died in front of him with despair and pain on his face!

Three minutes of depression, three minutes of despair.

at last.

A young girl fainted in the corner.

at last.

The two girls could not bear the despair and fled out of the increasingly dark museum screaming like crazy.

"No! Don't do that..."

Peter, slumped to the ground, tried to warn them.

And in a lowered voice, tell them that running away is the stupidest decision.

But it's no use!

They have been frightened to the point of losing their minds!

They were running away hysterically!

After another minute of repression, two short, painful and desperate screams were heard, but they only lasted for less than a second before silence again!

After a long while, Ned asked with lifeless eyes:

"We're doomed, aren't we, Peter?"

"No, no, no, no! I don't believe it, Ned. Tell me, how did the teacher die just now?"

"Gulu!"

He swallowed his saliva, as if the most terrifying scene in his heart was awakened, and the little fat boy's face turned pale with fear.

I'm totally speechless.

at last.

Another female voice with a slight tremor sounded:

"He, behind him... suddenly there was a dead body, and then, the next moment, Teacher Reed... just died!"

Peter turned and looked.

It was a pretty face as pale as a pear blossom in the rain. Although it was covered with traces of tears, there was determination in the eyes!

"Gwen?!"

"Well, it's me, Peter."

Take a deep breath.

Peter withdrew his eyes from the satisfaction of finally seeing the pretty face of the goddess of his dreams before he died.

Asked further:

"Gwen, where's the body? Sorry, I didn't see the whole thing."

Gwen Stacy shook her head and whispered:

"That ghost thing only appeared for a second or two. After Teacher Reed showed abnormal behavior, the thing disappeared!"

As if he finally came to his senses.

Ned whispered in horror:

"Hou Lixie, you are crazy...keep your voices down, or you will attract the corpse!"

Peter and Gwen looked at each other, then shook their heads at the same time:

"No! I won't, Ned!"

"Believe me, Ned, if noise would lead to pursuit, everyone here would have died a hundred times already!"

The former is Peter.

The latter is Gwen.

"Are you sure?!"

The two remained silent, but their firm gazes gave Ned the most scarce sense of security at the moment.