Then the flame turned into millions and turned into countless fuzzy sparks. Just as these sparks were blurred to the point of disappearing, the sparks suddenly became an extremely clear sea of ​​bright red flowers.

In the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, there was a huge flower in full bloom. Sitting in the center was a charming woman in a bright red robe, revealing her long legs, looking at him up and down.

"Little brother, do you like your sister? Do you want to become your sister's flower mud and be with your sister forever? Haha~hehe~hehe~"

The laughter like a demon began to fade away, and the picture blurred and disappeared. Then Yan Zheng saw him lying on the operating table, under the bright shadowless light, there was a little girl...

Then Yan Zheng saw a man in a suit and ties talking and laughing with him, walking on a gloomy and terrifying path, next to him was turbid yellow water...

These pictures made Yan Zheng feel familiar and familiar. The scene flashed before Yan Zheng's eyes. Before he could recall the memories behind these pictures, Yan Zheng saw the woman hanging on the tree from the tree.

Standing in front of him, he still had a hemp rope around his neck, like a snake leaning down from a tree, his tail hooked on the tree, and his head surrounded the woman's neck, with a weird end.

The woman took another step forward and held the dirty long hair in front of Yan Zheng. The hemp rope was kicked straight by her, and the branches behind her made a crunching sound that was unbearable.

Yan Zheng was so scared that he closed his eyes instantly, and his body wanted to take a few steps back and stretch a distance from him. However, he expected that his body was out of control at all, his thighs trembled, and his limbs were weak and he could not exert any strength.

Yan Zheng opened his eyes in fear and leaned his head back hard, trying to distance himself from the woman in front of him.

Even though he almost broke his neck, he only distanced him more than ten centimeters from the other party, allowing the other party's hair to move away from the front of his nose.

With this distance widened, Yan Zheng could see the other party's movements clearly, so that he would not be covered in black and covered with blood-stained black hair.

At this moment, through this small gap, Yan Zheng glanced at the other party's shoulders slightly shaking, as if he was raising his hand again!

Yan Zheng's pupils suddenly dilated, and he secretly guessed in his heart that the other party would not want to strangle him to death!

As soon as this thought came to mind, Yan Zheng immediately cleverly pressed his chin to his heart. While speculating uneasyly in his heart, he tried hard to turn his eyes upward to see the other party's movements clearly.

The other party's pair of pale and blemished blood slowly entered Yan Zheng's eyes, and raised his hands to the same height as Yan Zheng's face. Yan Zheng couldn't help but hold his breath and waited for the other party's actions alertly.

Yan Zheng could clearly see that the other party's nails were about two or three centimeters long, as sharp as a knife. Under the black fingernails, purple-black blood was condensed, and there was still some dry meat foam in the cracks of the nails.

...

These hands should have killed many people! Yan Zheng was instantly regretful and said in his heart that he had been hasty. Such sharp nails were poked into his body with five holes. The other party even strangled himself to death.

Now!

Just as Yan Zheng was uneasy about his future fate, an unexpected scene appeared. Instead of reaching out to him, his hands finally turned and lifted up his hair.

What kind of face is that?

When Yan Zheng saw clearly that the other party was easy, he immediately took a breath.

The other party's face was covered with sewn wounds, like a broken bowl, which was carefully repaired.

It was as thrilling as a car accident scene. After the initial palpitations, Yan Zheng's expression became more and more strange. If the squirting wounds on the other person's face were ignored, the other person's face would be considered an extremely exquisite beauty.

Face.

Yan Zheng could imagine that the other party carefully selected the other person, found the organ he liked the most, and then cut it off and pieced it together on his face.

Plastic surgery monster?

This woman would not have had plastic surgery before her death, but she would never forget her resentment after her death. Even if she became a ghost, she would have to give herself a satisfactory face.

The taste is pretty good, but the craft is a bit too rough and the stitching has no aesthetic at all!

Yan Zheng was speculating disgustingly in his heart, and the other party showed a foolish smile at Yan Zheng. This smile itself was a very beautiful smile, but coupled with the crisscrossed stitching wounds on the other party's face, Yan Zheng was not satisfied.

Under the other party's smile, the scars seemed to be alive, like a centipede hideous.

Yan Zheng swallowed, unable to control his curiosity, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The other party sneered and said, "Jiancheng, don't you know me anymore?"

Yan Zheng said in confusion: "Do I know you?"

Then Yan Zheng carefully measured the other person's face, and the more he estimated, the more familiar he felt. He had seen this face in the scattered memories of the previous scenes.

School, library, sunset, woman sitting in front of the window...

One by one, familiar scenes kept popping out of Yan Zheng's mind, but Yan Zheng could not see the face of the woman sitting with her back facing him in front of the sunset library window.

Yan Zheng was desperately recalling memories and thinking about them desperately. The muscles on his face continued to shake as Yan Zheng tried to recall memories. Suddenly, Yan Zheng's eyes suddenly widened, suddenly shrank to normal size, and blurted out: "Li Mengwei!"

The silly laughing female voice on the opposite side suddenly turned into a resentful roar: "Sure enough, you still love that bitch more! But it doesn't matter, that woman has become one with me. Don't you like her? I put her on her face.

It was on me, hey~hey~ do you like it!!!”

Yan Zheng shivered, with goose bumps on his body, and then a wicked smile appeared on Yan Zheng's face.

"I like it, I like it so much. Thank you, you have done your best!"

At this moment, Yan Zheng's tone was no longer as frightened as before, but instead became a little more raging.

The woman opposite was stunned, as if she didn't expect Yan Zheng to answer like this. She hesitated for two or three seconds with a confused expression. The woman smiled brightly, and the hideous wound on her face seemed like a centipede about to jump out of the nest.

"It's good that you like it, I like you too~Built~"

As the woman said that, she wanted to come forward and kiss Yan Zheng.

Yan Zheng frowned in disgust, the woman's face was stretched out and froze in the air, and she roared angrily: "Didn't you say you like me? Why do you show a disgusting expression? You dare not kiss me, right? You still think in your heart

That bitch!"

The purple-black and sharp nails stopped a few millimeters away from Yan Zheng's face. It was a threat and determination.

Dayou Yan Zheng refused to agree, so he poked Yan Zheng to death.
Chapter completed!