Let's face the fear together Sao Nian Chapter 11 Nightmare Night
But someone also said something about the post about Purple Mist. After the appearance of Purple Mist, there were more and more messy events in the world. Zhang Luo felt a headache after seeing it, so he had to turn off the computer and sit on the edge of the bed with an ancient book in his arms, in the posture of a meditator.
think about life.
It was late at night, and the lights outside the window gradually went out. Zhang Luo, who was bored, went to the room and took his mobile phone to watch videos for a while. They were all meaningless things. In this world, he didn't seem to have set up a screen saver.
Yes, it can be seen that the precautionary mentality is not high. There are social accounts in it, but Zhang Luo does not touch it. He does not want to inherit other people's interpersonal relationships, even if it is himself in the parallel world. There is no way for relatives who are related by blood, but he cannot
Pretend to be familiar with a stranger you don't know. He has his own life and what he wants to do.
He watched short videos for a while, then downloaded an e-book website and browsed it. The sleepiness gradually accumulated and gradually deepened...
"...Luo'er? Luo'er?" Someone called him in a daze, and Zhang Luo suddenly woke up and found that it was already dawn.
He saw Li Qingdai leaning down and calling him. He silently looked at the open chest and stood up: "Mom, are you awake? Do you remember what happened last night?"
There was plenty of sunshine outside, but it was blocked by the curtains, so the room seemed a little dark inside.
Li Qingdai stood up and smiled: "What's wrong?" Then she joked with a teasing expression: "I haven't told you yet, you are so grown up, and you actually came to sleep in your mother's room."
"Oh, I have experienced so many things in the past two days, I think it is reasonable to be afraid, right?" Zhang Luo held the ancient book, his facial features were exquisite, but his expression became a bit dull or even indifferent, and his temperament was eighty-eighths that of Li Qingdai.
Very similar.
Li Qingdai tilted her head and looked at him strangely: "Son, put down the book and come downstairs with me to have breakfast."
"Mom, can I tell you a story?" Zhang Luo raised his head and stared at her, holding the ancient book with no intention of putting it down.
"You kid, please come downstairs with me to have breakfast first!" The woman patted her son's head lovingly and turned to leave.
Zhang Luo followed, not caring whether she listened or not. He lowered his head and narrated silently: "The story is like this. Once upon a time, there was a boy. He had a mother who loved him the most. His mother was very beautiful. So.
He had a dream. In the early morning, his mother woke him up and took him to have breakfast. On the stairs
When I spoke...guess what happened?"
Zhang Luo stopped and his expression turned into a strange smile.
Li Qingdai stood at the top of the stairs as if she was ignorant, and turned back with a smile: "You kid, go downstairs with your mother for breakfast..."
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly felt a push from behind her!
"Dong dong dong!" The plump and beautiful woman rolled down the stairs and hit the corner. Her neck was twisted and broken by the fall, and bones pierced the skin. Blood spread from under the woman's body, and there was some sticky fluid.
It flowed down the stairs. Her pajamas were messy and gradually stained with bright red blood, which complemented her snow-white thighs and looked particularly gorgeous in the weird posture.
Zhang Luo was sitting on the stairs holding an ancient book. His whole body was filled with the smell of books, which was incompatible with the terrifying scene below. He was like a farmer who casually broke off a branch of foxtail grass and sat on the ridge of the field. He was unusually calm.
He was still talking about the unfinished story: "...this child pushed his mother down the stairs."
The woman on the stairs was twitching, but she wasn't struggling much.
"Do you know why?" He raised his head and looked at the portrait on the wall, as if saying to himself, "The morning in the city is very noisy, and... your size is a bit larger, and my mother is not as coquettish as you.
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The smell of blood filled the air, and the woman was like a broken doll.
"As expected, it was all fake. There was no vomiting or fear. Even if it was my mother who killed me for the first time, it was a little exciting. Sure enough, I was in a ghost's dream. So it would be understandable that my mother would go crazy tonight.
I guess you were tricked by this thing. Since you like to do things in your dreams, let’s call you Nightmare.” Zhang Luo muttered in a low voice as he stood up, looked into the woman’s eyes with a cold expression, and walked downstairs step by step.
, "Nightmare, remember this next time and don't reveal your secret again."
Zhang Luo bared his teeth: "However, there is no next time..."
He already roughly understood why his mother, Li Qingdai, was so abnormal. While his mother was possessed by a ghost, she kept having dreams. Reality and dreams were gradually blurred, and her spirit was about to collapse.
He is very annoyed!
"Luo'er... let's go down and have breakfast with mom? Mom is so hungry..." The woman even tried to get up after falling like that. Zhang Luo picked up the ancient book and smashed it down, "Eat your mother!"
Juice splashed everywhere, and the corners of his eyes twitched, and he glanced at the bloody
Ancient book: "Is this also a lie? It is totally unreliable at the critical moment."
I shook off the sticky liquid and it was very easy.
"Forget it, it's rare to take advantage of it, so I won't change it."
He turned to look at the kitchen knife on the dining table downstairs, stepped on the corpse and said, "Are you going to wake me up, or will I smash you to pieces and wake you up myself?"
nightmare:……
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that there was a guy in my dream who was even more ferocious than me.
Ordinary people are different from some people, and Zhang Luo can be brought to this world by ancient books. It doesn't make sense unless there is something special about him. Of course, I don't know what this guy has experienced in another world, so he decisively brought him to this world.
The nightmare that looked like my mother was pushed downstairs.
Of course, the main reason is that this ghost is not a powerful thing and has zero attack power. It just scares ordinary people. If you are brave and careful, you will have no fear at all. Of course, if you can't drive the ghost out of your body, you are not like my mother.
If you are crazy and want to commit suicide, you are crazy and become a murderer. Because people can no longer distinguish reality, and ghosts may attack everywhere in dreams. No one can be so arrogant that they can watch themselves being brutally killed and do nothing.
Yes, it can be said that this ghost is quite cruel.
Zhang Luo flogged the corpse for a while and felt a little disgusted. After all, it looked like his mother and looked similar to himself.
He glanced at the rotten tomato-like mosaic covering at his feet and was speechless: "Would you rather be smashed and disgusted than let me wake up? You're cruel!"
He began to think about how to get out. Judging from Li Qingdai's condition, there should be no danger in the dream, so he decided to give it a try.
Zhang Luo picked up an ancient book and pointed it at his head...
In the darkness, Zhang Luo opened his eyes suddenly. The lights in the bedroom were actually turned off, and the surroundings were dark.
Zhang Luo wanted to turn on the light, but it seemed that the bulb was overloaded and broken. Fortunately, there was a lamp beside the bed. Li Qingdai was still lying next to him. He touched his mother's pale face with some distress. According to what he saw in his dream,
From the smell, you can roughly deduce how this nightmare bullied my mother.
Li Qingdai was probably awakened by being killed by her "son" every time she slept in the past few days, and she never had a good night's sleep. She was probably going crazy from being tortured, but she was unwilling to hurt Zhang Luo, so she could only use voyeurism to identify Zhang Luo.
Luo's true and false, he even wanted to commit suicide just now to escape from the dream.
Knowing the reason, Zhang Luo would naturally not let the ghost go!