Chu Ping, who was laughing wildly, had been beaten away by the clown countless times, but he was like a crazy beast. Even if he was beaten away many times, he would still stand up, and the blood in his eyes seemed to be rolling.
waves of blood.
"I will turn you into a ghost, a ghost like me."
The red clothes on the clown looked as if they had been soaked in blood. The paint on his face began to rotate, and the torn corners of his mouth did not widen again under the constraints of bloodshot eyes.
Black threads with an aura of despair spread out from the clown's feet, trying to wrap around Chu Ping's body.
Chu Ping, who was laughing wildly, waved the black stick in his hand to stop the black lines, but there were more and more black lines, and they came towards his face like a tide.
Chu Ping's body was completely entangled in black threads, and waves of despair penetrated into his body along the black threads.
Cold, desperate, painful.
Chu Ping, who was laughing wildly, was still laughing wildly, like an unyielding warrior who persevered in the face of terror.
His face was distorted, the redness in his eyes began to fade away, and the waves of blood that were constantly beating on the coastal rocks in his mind gradually subsided. Everything recovered. The only one who had not recovered was Chu Ping, who was bound by the black thread of despair.
Pain, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions poured into his body. Chu Ping felt as if he had fallen into the cold sea water, which was dull, depressing, and dark.
He couldn't resist at all, that thought seemed to take root in his heart.
"How do you feel?" The corners of the clown's mouth were raised as his ears were torn off. Dense bloodshot eyes kept pulling at the wound at the corners of his mouth. The paint on his face became uneven as he smiled, "I want you to feel it."
to my pain."
The clown's voice was still so hoarse and unpleasant, like the harsh sound made when fingernails scratched the door panel.
Chu Ping's body was gradually covered by despair, and everything in front of him gradually became dark.
Just when Chu Ping thought he was going to die like this, the backpack behind him suddenly trembled, and then a snow-white arm stretched out from it and grabbed the black thread that bound Chu Ping's body.
The moment the black thread was caught, the despair inside seemed to feel something even more desperate, and the black thread actually trembled.
The snow-white arm pulled hard, and the black thread was torn off.
The clown held the balloon and saw all this, his dark eyes
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A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
As if the speed of tearing the black thread was too slow, a woman's head came out of the backpack, and then bit the black thread hard.
The bitten black thread was eaten into the mouth by the woman, as if she was chewing some delicious food.
Chu Ping completely broke free from the shackles of the black thread. At this time, he had completely collapsed to the ground, and his clothes were soaked. He reluctantly raised his head and looked at the woman who had saved him many times.
"Sister Jiang, you're awake."
The person who rescued Chu Ping was naturally Jiang Qing in the diary.
At this time, Jiang Qing, dressed in red, stood in front of Chu Ping, looking solemnly at the clown holding a balloon not far away.
"Find a place to hide yourself, leave this place to me."
Changed, everything changed, Chu Ping could feel the change in Jiang Qing's aura.
Cold, desperate, and painful, the woman in red in front of her was like an aggregation of negative emotions.
The clown seemed to sense the danger from Jiang Qing. He originally wanted to come over and eat Chu Ping, but he never thought that the man in front of him who looked like a living person actually had a strange figure in red clothes hidden in his body.
That is an indescribable existence.
The clown felt danger for the first time.
Before the clown could react, Jiang Qing took the lead. Bloodshot like waves spread from her body and instantly enveloped the entire seventh floor.
The thick smell of blood filled the air.
Chu Ping, who was paralyzed on the ground, seemed to feel the terrifying aura coming from Jiang Qing, so he moved his body backwards and found a comfortable position to lean on the corner, like a melon-eating crowd at the scene.
No matter what happens ahead, it has nothing to do with you.
"Sister Jiang looks pretty good like this."
Jiang Qing seemed to feel Chu Ping's compliment and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with unconcealable happiness.
Chu Ping shuddered, then glanced at Jiang Qing with a guilty conscience, and then turned his gaze away, as if he didn't know anything.
At this time, the clown also started to move. Although he was also dressed in red, he was not as domineering as Jiang Qing. He just released the balloon in his hand.
The face painted on the balloon seems to have been unsealed.
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Like seals, the facial features kept twisting and deforming, and then they were struggling and roaring like they were about to come out of a balloon,
Jiang Qing, who was dressed in red, didn't pay attention to the face on the balloon at all. She just raised her hand, and a stream of blood-red thread rushed towards the balloon. The face that was about to break free seemed to feel something coming from Jiang Qing.
He threatened to retreat into the balloon.
But Jiang Qing would not let it go as she wished. The blood thread quickly wrapped around it and pierced the face on the balloon.
"Bang——"
At the moment when the bloodshot pierced the face on the balloon, the balloon suddenly exploded, and the flying fragments scattered in all directions, blocking everyone's sight.
After everything settled, Jiang Qing discovered that the clown who was not far away had disappeared, and the lights in the entire building had returned to normal. The street lights in front of the company building were emitting dim light, like
It is guiding strangers walking at night.
However, the security room at the gate was still dark, as if a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness was waiting for the opportunity to strike with a fatal blow.
Chu Ping, who was paralyzed on the ground, looked at the empty corridor and felt a little unreal. He did not expect that the clown would give up so easily.
"That's how it ends? The clown left?"
"Well, I'm leaving. Do you want to go over and have a look?"
Jiang Qing kicked Chu who was lying on the ground, as if she really wanted Chu Ping to chase him and take a look.
Chu Ping smiled bitterly, not to mention whether he had the courage to chase the clown. Even if he had the courage, his body would not allow it.
"Sister Jiang, please stop joking. In my current situation, I probably have to have someone carry me downstairs, let alone chasing someone."
Chu Ping moved his body, trying to stand up from the ground, but now his body didn't feel like his own. He seemed unable to move except for his little mother's fingers.
"How about, Sister Jiang, you can carry me on your back."
As soon as Chu Ping finished speaking, he felt a chill coming from Jiang Qing.
Chu Ping shuddered, and then quickly changed his words.
"I think if I rest for a while, I can still walk on my own."
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the bottom of the stairs deep in the corridor. Jiang Qing, who was dressed in red, turned around as soon as she heard the footsteps and protected Chu Ping who was lying on the ground behind her.
