A faint red mist slowly poured into a house on the fifth floor, and the occupants of the house knew nothing about all this, they were still immersed in sleep, and the toss of the day made them feel tired.

It was a two-bedroom house, and it was also a family of three, two adults lived together, and their child, a twelve-year-old boy, should also have a separate room at this age.

The red mist slowly condensed in the living room, the color was almost imperceptible, and later, the color of the fog became more and more vivid, although the living room was dark, but the red of the fog could still be seen, and it seemed that the darkness had no effect on the red.

The mist slowly gathered, faster and faster, and finally contracted to an extreme, and the mist actually condensed into the shape of a person.

The man, who was completely condensed by the mist, raised his arms, stretched his waist, and took steps, but his steps were a little staggering, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable with the current body.

Suddenly, he fell, and then slammed, turning into a cloud of mist, but then, this large cloud of fog gathered again and re-condensed into the appearance of a person.

This time it was more solid than the previous one, and the movements seemed to be much smoother.

The man moved slowly, this time the movement was more careful, and after a while, the person formed by the strange mist seemed to have adapted to the current state, and slowly stood up straight, although it was still illusory, but there was the outline of a person.

The red mist was not stagnant, but moved back and forth in the human form, but seemed to be confined to a certain range, and the red mist that flowed up was like blood flowing in the human body, brilliant but not half beautiful.

This person stood in the living room, like a person who had been skinned, standing naked, and anyone who saw this scene would probably be frightened and screamed.

But at this time, there was no half of the living room in the living room, and the owner of the room was sleeping, and I didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

The person condensed into the red mist stood in the living room for a moment, his head turned slightly, and his cautious appearance made people extremely worried when he saw it, worried that if he was not careful, that head would be like a firework, and the sky would become full of sparks with a "bang".

Oh no, this red mist, even if it shatters, will only be red, and will never be as brilliant as the fireworks.

The red figure turned his head, his blood-colored gaze hovering between the two bedrooms, and he seemed to be choosing, choosing a target, choosing the source of the food tonight.

The light trembling mist, like a sensational nose, sniffed and sensed gently, and then the figure condensed by the red mist raised its legs, and seemed to have finally made a decision, one step down, the red mist drifted away a little, but soon gathered again.

He was moving forward, and the direction he had chosen was the master bedroom of the house.

There was the owner of this house, not because it was delicious, not for any other reason, but because there were two people in that room.

The figure of the red mist slowly approached, and he could have turned into a cloud of mist as before, quickly drifting away, moving, and then coming here, but he didn't.

Even if it was not necessary to walk, even if it was a waste of time to walk, he still chose this way.

He seemed to be enjoying and dancing to celebrate the good thing of being fed.

But after all, it was only a few short steps, and whether the person composed of the red mist wanted it or not, he still came to the door of the master bedroom.

In the room, there was a soft snoring, and even if you didn't see the owner of the room, you could know that there must be one or two people in it who were not sleeping very well.

The figure of the red mist swayed for a moment, as if excited and as if expressing disgust.

In the next second, the barely visible humanoid body shattered inch by inch, turning into red mist, surging quickly towards the room along the gap under the door.

"Click"

"Squeak"

In the other direction, the sound of the door lock turning, a twelve-year-old boy came out of the room, rubbing his eyes, he walked straight through the living room, walked to the other side of the house, entered the bathroom, and closed the door.

The sleepy little boy didn't notice that there was a man standing at the door of his parents' room.

The lights were not turned on in the dark living room, but with his familiarity with the home, this was not a difficult thing for the little boy.

But this movement made the red figure standing at the door of the master bedroom move, his head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and the red mist around his neck seemed to be broken at any time, but it was so reluctant, persistent, not broken, but the weird angle still made people feel very frightened.

The red figure, a faceless face facing the direction of the bathroom, above the strange face that originally had no facial features, there were three dark holes at this time, which were three vortices, the air turned, the fog surged, and the condensed vortex was weird and gloomy.

He looked at the bathroom where the little boy was, the red mist was about to move, but then it seemed to think of something, and the red vortex at the place of the mouth slowly changed, becoming a little flattened, as if it was laughing, but it was estimated that no one could see that it was laughing.

Two vortices trembled twice in the eyes, then suddenly dissipated, and then the entire skull completely exploded, all turning into a red mist, and pouring into the room through the crack in the door of the master bedroom.

The bathroom door opened, and the little boy stepped out of the bathroom.

He glanced towards his parents' room, a slight puzzle in his eyes.

"I just saw someone come out, is it dad or mom?"

Shaking his head, he was too anxious just now to see who was standing at the door, and he only vaguely felt that there seemed to be a person standing at the door of his parents' room.

With another yawn, the little boy walked to his room, no matter who it was, it was no problem, and the little boy didn't think anything could happen in the house.

In the master bedroom, a figure composed entirely of red mist slowly formed, but instead of taking on the shape of a real human as before, the red mist floated in the air, slowly approaching the bed in the center of the room.

Soon, the mist had drifted above the big bed, and there was a man and a woman lying on the bed, these two people slept very sweetly, the woman's brows frowned slightly, as if she was struggling with something, and the corners of the man's mouth were drooling, and a slight snoring sounded from him.

The two men didn't notice that an unfamiliar visitor had entered the room.

Because of the entry of this red mist, the temperature in the room dropped slightly, and the sleeping woman seemed to have reached the change in temperature, wrapped the quilt tightly, turned over, frowned and loosened, and the scene in the dream changed.

The red mist that shrouded the two of them began to disperse, and a strange human face appeared in the red mist, the man seemed to be laughing, silently small, and the surging mist turned into a cloud of small snakes, rolling, jumping, and rushing towards the two people below.

The mist melted into the air, and small snakes of smoke ran down the nostrils of the man and the woman, and with their breathing, burrowed into their bodies.

A large area of red mist surged, and in just a few breaths, the red mist that had originally shrouded the two of them had completely poured into the bodies of these two people, and on their skin, there was a faint red mist drifting away, but it was very faint.

"Huh!"

The man suddenly opened his eyes, the painful sound squeezed out of his throat, his legs subconsciously straightened, his two hands suddenly grabbed the quilt, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and even the blood vessels on his forehead were beating, and the man's voice woke up the woman.

The woman just wanted to open her mouth to ask what was going on, but at the same time as she spoke, her body trembled suddenly, and the whole person convulsed uncontrollably on the bed.

Painful sounds sounded, but they were extremely low, as if reluctantly, as if their throats had been destroyed.

A faint, hoarse voice echoed through the room, but when you moved away, you felt like someone was chuckling in a low voice...