Bloodshot threads wrapped around Chu Ping's ankle, making it impossible for Chu Ping, who had originally planned to escape, to move.
Jiang Qing's snow-white skin became paler, and her originally lively eyes were no longer lively, replaced by a dull expression, like a cold corpse.
Although Chu Ping had seen this situation many times, he still felt a little creepy. He suppressed the fear in his heart and wanted to break free from the bloodshot shackles on his ankles.
"Jiang Qing, wake up, Jiang Qing! I was wrong, I was wrong, I don't have to burn you anymore!"
Chu Ping's pleading echoed in the room, but Jiang Qing seemed unable to hear it at this time.
The head flew up, and Jiang Qing's body turned into a ball of blood. The blood was floating like tentacles, floating up and down.
Chu Ping desperately wanted to escape from here, but the more he struggled, the tighter the bloodshot threads wrapped around his ankles became.
The blood threads in the air wrapped around Chu Ping's body, and everything in front of him was swallowed up by blood in an instant. The screams of screams could not be heard, and the thick bloody smell turned into substantial tentacles, constantly playing with Chu Ping's sense of smell.
"Are you going to die again?"
······Why do you say again?
Chu Ping woke up suddenly, and cold sweat had soaked the sheets underneath him.
"Huhu——"
Chu Ping sat up, took a deep breath of air, and looked around intently. Everything around him returned to normal. The original blood color was no longer there, only the footprints left by the thick night.
The hook-like crescent moon has been hidden in the clouds. In the quiet room, only the wall clock on the wall is still making a "click-click" sound.
Chu Ping swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tried hard to calm down his mood.
"This eldest sister really can't afford to play, and she even wanted to scare me in the end."
Chu Ping was obviously a little worried about Jiang Qing's sudden scare to him in his dream.
Chu Ping got out of bed, changed into dry clothes, and then opened the bedroom door.
In the center of the living room, a red diary was lying there quietly on the table, as if nothing had happened.
The four words "Happiness Diary" on the side are particularly eye-catching.
After Chu Ping left the bedroom, he did not look at the diary immediately. Instead, he took a can of Coke from the refrigerator.
With a "bang" sound, the Coke can was opened, and Chu Ping casually took the can
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He threw the ring into the trash can and drank all the Coke in the can.
The coldness entered his throat, stimulating Chu Ping's brain nerves and making him more awake.
"11:58······"
When he saw the position of the hands on the clock on the wall, Chu Ping almost choked on his Coke.
"Why is it 11:58 again?"
Chu Ping's face was replaced by panic, and his eyes slowly moved towards the "Happiness Diary" lying on the table.
"Isn't it still in a dream?"
Now Chu Ping is particularly obsessed with this time. He will never forget the first time he saw this time in his dream. Immediately afterwards, Jiang Qing walked out of the kitchen carrying the cake, and then she was full of emotions.
He looked at himself lovingly.
"My dear, today is your birthday."
Chu Ping shook his head to stop himself from recalling the scene at that time.
"This eldest sister can't really be in the kitchen."
Chu Ping looked at the kitchen where the sound came from, and at that moment it seemed as if his heart skipped a beat.
"It's a bit exciting."
Chu Ping moved his steps with difficulty and brought himself to the kitchen door. There was a "creak" sound inside, as if someone was sawing something inside.
Chu Ping already had an image in his mind of the elder sister holding a hacksaw in one hand and a severed limb in the other, then smiling at him with blood all over her body.
"I'm just afraid she'll say it again, my dear."
Thinking of this, Chu Ping couldn't help but shudder. He didn't want to have such an experience again.
Chu Ping took his hand off the kitchen doorknob. He didn't want to touch his brow.
"We can't just let her run wild like this. This is my home...even though it's in a dream."
While Chu Ping was mentally building himself up, he was pacing back and forth in front of the kitchen door. It looked like he was hesitant at all.
"Fight! If you don't dare to face her, you will always be suppressed by her."
Chu Ping's psychological construction seems to be very successful.
Once you have made up your mind, there will be no more hesitation.
Chu Ping suddenly pushed the kitchen door open.
The wind outside blew the windows that were not closed tightly, making a constant creaking sound.
At the same time, the hour and minute hands on the clock also coincide at 12 o'clock.
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"call--"
Chu Ping exhaled heavily. He didn't know whether he felt relieved because he didn't meet Jiang Qing, or because he felt relieved because this was not a dream.
Chu Ping closed the kitchen window, then returned to the living room. After putting the Coke on the table, he looked at the diary that scared him so much that he almost lost his soul.
Chu Ping opened the diary, and the words that appeared before had completely disappeared, leaving only blank pages, and the only entry in the diary, but the bloody mark the size of a fingernail on it was particularly eye-catching.
"It seems a little smaller."
Chu Ping took a closer look at the blood-red mark on the diary and found that it seemed smaller than what he had seen before.
"What are you looking at?" The pages of the book turned, and several blood-red words appeared in the blank space.
"Why don't you talk to me? Do you have to communicate through text? How troublesome."
"You think I don't want to," a few more words appeared in the blank space, "I spent a lot of effort to save you from the mouth of that gaping woman on the street, but now I can communicate with you through words.
It's already pretty good. Before, I could only wait for you to fall asleep before I could find you."
Chu Ping thought of the blood-red mark that had become smaller.
"Is it related to the blood-red mark?"
"Well, that's about it. When that diary turns blood red, I'll be able to come out."
"come out?"
Chu Ping's eyes widened with a look of disbelief. He thought Jiang Qing could only appear in dreams, but he didn't expect that Jiang Qing could also come to reality.
"Isn't it true that he has seen a ghost then?" When he thought of seeing her bringing cakes to him even if he didn't sleep, Chu Ping felt hopeless in this life.
"What did you say?" The red text appeared in the blank space again.
Chu Ping's voice was relatively soft just now, and Jiang Qing didn't hear it clearly.
Chu Ping hurriedly changed the topic.
"Nothing, then what can I do to make this red mark bigger?"
"It should be fear. For the time being, I have only discovered this situation from you. As for whether I can gain strength by devouring other weird existences in the future, I am not sure yet. After all, you are the first person I met.
