The strange cold wind kept swirling around Zhang Tong, and the cold breath filled his body inside and outside, making his body as stiff as lead.
"Fuck..."
His whole body was shivering. One word, "Fuck" is enough to describe Zhang Tong's current mood.
With his eyes widened, Zhang Tong looked at the beautiful woman in shock. Zhang Tong, who has lived in two lifetimes, is at least thirty years old in terms of experience alone.
In the past thirty years, Zhang Tong has been a staunch materialist and has thoroughly implemented the basic theory that no spiritual development is allowed after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
In Zhang Tong's opinion, the so-called ghosts and monsters are just urban legends that have changed in flavor.
But everything is different now. The hard reality is before his eyes. What the hell did he encounter that is unscientific!
The whining wind caused the woman's hair to dance in the constantly flickering stairwell, like water plants in a deep pool, in violation of the laws of physics.
It seemed that Zhang Tong's frightened look satisfied her, and a smile appeared on her numb and pale face.
The plump blood-colored red lips curved in an exaggerated arc, like a bloody waning moon, blooming with a faint light.
"Am I...beautiful...?"
The hollow voice still came from her mouth, but this time it fell into Zhang Tong's ears, but it was extremely eerie, and a chill went straight from Tianling Gai to his tailbone.
Accompanied by the gloomy voice, the woman's body leaned forward slightly, her face slightly closer to Zhang Tong.
Zhang Tong could clearly see that the constantly dancing hair suddenly seemed to come to life, and a bloody and sticky smell came from the woman's hair.
Accompanied by the bloody smell, those hairs were like slippery tentacles, crawling up Zhang Tong's face.
The cold and smooth hair kept sliding on Zhang Tong's face, and also on the woman's face.
Zhang Tong's body was stiff, and his pupils had already dilated to the limit. Fear and the smell of blood completely overwhelmed him, corroding every cell in him, and even made him feel a little nervous that the air around him seemed to be being filled with the smell of blood.
Flavor assimilation.
He looked at the enchanting and beautiful face so close to him in horror. The eyes above were still dull and empty, just like a plastic dummy in a shopping mall. Only the curve of the corner of his mouth was joyful and indifferent.
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The cold and slippery touch started from Zhang Tong's hairline and slid over layer by layer like a greedy snake. The sticky feeling seemed to be left by the cold blood. While Zhang Tong's body was cold, his brain was also numb.
clever.
The cold touch slid across his forehead, and Zhang Tong could clearly see the water-weed-like hair sliding across the woman's forehead.
Then came the eyebrows, eye sockets, eyelashes...even the hair got into my eyes, causing my eyes to suffer from heart-wrenching pain.
Later, the hair would cover his body, like densely packed poisonous snakes, slithering and squirming, constantly testing, ready to choose someone to bite at any time.
But Zhang Tong found something very strange, that is, no matter how the hair moved on his body, there was always a similar amount of hair moving on the same position on the woman's body.
The hair stuck into his eyes and turned around, which made him miserable. At the same time, it also got into the woman's eyes and turned around.
That feeling... just like...
"Is she measuring? Measuring the difference between me and her? Or measuring something?"
For no reason, Zhang Tong had such a ridiculous idea in his mind, so his eyes quickly moved and he began to carefully look at the appearance of the woman in front of him.
The forehead is very plump, which I cannot compare to.
My eyebrows are very thick and look better than my own eyebrows.
Her eyes are big and beautiful, a little prettier than mine.
What the hell... I am obviously a pretty young girl, but why am I so inferior compared to the woman in front of me?
"No! No!"
"My nose is prettier than hers. Although her nose is straight, the wings of her nose are too small..."
After looking calmly, Zhang Tong finally realized that his nose was prettier than hers.
And at this moment, the hair finally slowly slid to his nose, and also to the woman's nose.
The hair slid over each other's noses, and then something different from before happened. The squirming hair like waterweed did not leave their noses, but was constantly and gently caressed on it.
It's like...it's taken a liking to its own nose.
"I heard... she is a handsome girl. I don't know what kind of beast that killed a thousand swords, but took off the skin of this girl alive."
"The human skin, hair, and eyes were all ripped off."
For no reason, the gloomy voice of the aunt I met in the community suddenly echoed in my mind.
Looking at the beautiful woman, Zhang Tong felt horrified and thought of a terrible possibility!
Especially when the pores on his nose began to tingle, Zhang Tong became even more sure of his suspicion.
She... wants to peel off her own skin!
To be precise, she wanted to peel off the parts of her body that looked better than her!
"No! This can't go on like this! I will die if this goes on!"
"You have to resist...Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts!"
Zhang Tong gasped violently, and the severe pain from his nose made him roar in pain.
He tried his best to turn his eyes and looked at the right hand holding the key to the security door, a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, Zhang Tong took a deep breath, opened his teeth with difficulty, pushed out his tongue, and bit down hard.
The tip of the tongue was severely pierced by the sharp front teeth, and blood gushed out. A strong smell of blood and warmth spread throughout the mouth and reached the brain.
Under the severe pain and the warmth brought by the blood, the oppressive feeling of being tightly restrained all over his body was instantly relieved. Zhang Tong did not hesitate, suddenly raised his right hand, and smashed the sharp cross star-shaped security door key.
Stab it out hard.
Phew!
If the one made of metal directly pierced the woman's left eyeball, Zhang Tong's hand and the woman's eye socket were stuck together, and a biting coldness made Zhang Tong's arm become cold and stiff again.
"Die to me!"
At this moment, Zhang Tong's delicate face was full of ferocity. While his entire arm was not completely bound by the hair, Zhang Tong held the key and violently stirred the woman's eyes.
Then he raised his right foot and thrust it toward the woman's chest.
There was a muffled bang, and the woman took a step back, but Zhang Tong felt as if he had been hit by a train. He flew backwards and hit the security door heavily.