When the last sarcophagus was brought in by a black shadow with an oil painting.

Du Wei's entire arm has been completely wrapped in the fine black silk threads that extend from the bus.

The threads were surging like living creatures.

It seemed to burrow into his body.

It's a painful feeling.

But in the state of evil spirits, all emotions were suppressed, and he did not hesitate to take out a flintlock pistol with his other hand and aim it at those fine black silk threads.

Rumble......

The trigger is pulled.

The bullet from the flintlock pistol hit the black silk thread.

It's just that it didn't play its due role.

To be honest, those special items around Du Wei now are no longer very useful in the face of more and more terrifying weirdness and demons.

Only two joker cards, along with dice and coins, might still have some effect.

Seeing that the flintlock pistol did not work.

Du Wei was not discouraged.

Because at this time, the black shadow had already moved in front of him in an instant, and the two sharp knives slashed directly towards him.

In a flash.

The thread breaks.

But more fine threads emerged from the fracture, directly wound around a sharp knife held by the black shadow.

Meanwhile.

The wish fulfilled by the Joker card also fulfilled all the prerequisites.

As soon as Du Wei grabbed the black shadow that tried to snatch the sharp knife back, the master and the servant disappeared and were taken into the oil painting.

That is, at the same time, the house of horrors crashed into the bus.

Because its original target was Du Wei, but Du Wei disappeared, and in a strange state, he was paired with the bus.

Suddenly......

Something shocking happened.

The bus may not have realized that this was happening, and the horror house was no different.

But by mistake.

The house of horrors collided with it, and the entire front of the bus was embedded in the gate.

In this strange way, the two weird buildings and abandoned vehicles in the style of the wasteland are randomly thrown together and put together as a whole.

Suddenly, his breath froze.

The reflection of the city, which overlapped with the whole of New York, also sank sharply.

It's the same with buses and horror houses.

They seem to have lost control and are in a state of downtime.

Even with it, there is a problem with the reflection of the city.

……

Inside the oil painting.

The envelope has just completed a bloodletting.

Yes, perhaps the reason for same-sex repulsion.

As Du Wei's most loyal licking dog, the envelope was really licked from beginning to end, licking until Du Wei changed his opinion of it, and licked it until it recognized itself.

Therefore, it instinctively does not have any liking for the existence of all dog licking attributes.

From Brand, aka Corian Dawqui, has been Gascoigne, a real licking dog, and it is very disgusted.

Therefore, after Du Wei left oil painting.

It bleed the unconscious Gascoigne directly.

It's almost like cutting the major arteries directly.

However, immediately after that, it discovered that the three sarcophagi in the oil painting soon entered the oil painting, but fortunately, the world in the oil painting was a ghost dimension.

That is, the school ten years ago.

There's a lot of space, so it can fit in.

Then, Du Wei and the black shadow appeared here in a very embarrassed way.

[Oh, master, why did you come back so quickly, did you kill the bus and the horror house?] 】

[It's you! 】

Du Wei didn't bother to take care of the envelope, turned his head to look at the black shadow.

At this time, the fine black silk threads that were originally wrapped around his hands had all disappeared, and the black shadow did play a great role at the critical moment.

But it also came at a cost.

The shadow stared at its bloodshot eyes and looked down at its two hands.

It is said to be a hand, but it is actually just a vague outline.

He held a sharp knife in his right hand, and his left hand was empty.

Yes, the one from the Vida cultists, the knife that the Shadow had longed for most at first was swept away by the bus.

But the black shadow can no longer be counted as a demon spirit.

Those two sharp knives are part of it.

Now, the cold aura emanating from the black shadow's body was obviously much weaker.

The envelope next to it also noticed this scene, and it levitated and stopped in front of the black shadow.

[Brother Black Shadow, what's wrong with you? Where's your knife? 】

The shadow raised his left hand blankly.

Then, its blood-red eyes looked at Du Wei.

The latter looked indifferent.

The dark shadow was at a loss.

Seeing this, Du Wei said in a very complicated tone: "I'll find you a more suitable one when I go back." ”

In the dissecting room in the dream.

The evil spirit Dewey used the evil spirit scalpel obtained from Hannibal to nail the demon nun to the floor until now.

This is a hole card.

Du Wei has not dared to use it.

Because the source of the demon nun is Hualaka, one of the seventy-two pillars of Solomon's demon gods.

But if it is really cornered, Du Wei will release it without hesitation.

The dark shadow couldn't understand Du Wei's words.

It tilted its head, expressing a very low mood.

Du Wei was about to say a few more words, but suddenly, he saw the outside world.

The buses and horror houses, which had sunk with the reflection of the city, suddenly had some kind of uncontrollable and unknowable anomaly.

Two weirdos put together.

Directly dragged the reflection of the city and levitated.

Moreover, even hiding in the oil painting, Du Wei still felt a deep uneasiness in his heart.

This uneasiness came inexplicably.

The next second.

Filled with malicious will, he squeezed into the oil painting with a brutal attitude.

Knock knock knock......

It's a conceptual knock on the door.

Du Wei's pupils shrank.

As the owner of the painting, he could feel that something was outside the painting, trying to push open the concept called another door.

"How so?"

Du Wei realized that something was wrong, the bus and the horror house before couldn't find that he was hiding in the oil painting, and he could even sneak away under two weird eyes.

But now.

They or rather, rather than just lock themselves, but also push open the door of the painting.

Gotta run.

Without hesitation, Du Wei instructed the envelope: "I am going to leave again now, you must remember the task I assigned to you before, and be optimistic about Gascoigne." ”

【Rest assured, host, the envelope will never disappoint you. 】

Du Wei stopped talking and immediately closed his eyes.

……

In the dream, those student evil spirits had all been sacrificed when Du Wei had activated the Golden Balance before.

Now it's just Freddy himself.

It sat on the roof of the dissection chamber, looking sluggish.

Nearby, there was a cell phone hovering, and on the other end of the phone was Ryan's chattering invective.

"Freddy, why don't you speak?"

"You know, you should feel honored that I, Baron Lane, have taken time out of my busy schedule to scold you."

"Now that you don't say a word, don't I have to lose face with Baron Lane?"

"Huh? You speak! ”

Freddy was silent.

Before, it would scold and scold back.

But the more time passed, it knew that it couldn't compare to Ryan in this regard, and it would take ten sentences to scold and face the end of spitting.

In addition, Tom's dream gave Freddy a great shock.

It doesn't want to die now.

I just pretended not to hear it, although I felt tormented, but the future was promising.

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