The bloodshot released by Chen Qing drilled into the artist's body, and almost at the same time, the painter was angry and pointed the two ghost tools at Chen Qing!

The attacks given by both hands caused serious injuries to the pair.

I don't know how powerful that ghost is, but it can block the blood ball, it's definitely not small.

The two ghost tools pointed at Chen Qing at the same time, although her expression did not react, but the whole person directly turned into high heels, she must have been seriously injured, otherwise it would not be like this!

I was worried about Chen Qing, and when the painter knelt on the ground and couldn't get up in pain, I hurriedly supported myself and ran over to pick up my shoes, hugged the fat boy, looked at the exit of the amusement park, and staggered over!

"Stop!!" The painter knelt in a pool of blood, the painting paper beside him was all soaked in blood, and he couldn't use it anymore, there were only two ghost tools left in front of him, he shouted, and he began to vomit blood in his mouth, his face was extremely ugly, and he didn't know where the blood hurt him, it was so serious.

It looks like it's likely to hurt the internal organs.

When I heard the voice, I didn't stop, and even tried my best to move towards the exit step by step.

"Stop me!!" He roared behind his back, coughing blood.

When I turned my head, my heart trembled, and I saw that under the white moonlight, the painter was struggling to get up in a pool of blood, covered in blood, he supported himself with his cane, and with a paintbrush in his other hand, his body was trembling, and he chased after me with his teeth!

"I'm going to kill you! Make you into a picture and hang it in hell and torture you forever! He roared and chased after me, and I desperately took one step forward, but the pain all over my body and the weakness in my body made people unable to exert their strength at all!

Looking back, the painter is getting closer and closer, my whole body is shaking, Chen Qing, Fat Boy, and the Smoker Gang, including me, have all been defeated, and I have no choice but to escape.

The four ghosts are even more difficult to deal with than I imagined!

"Do you think you'll be able to run away?! This amusement park is my place, do you think you can really go out?! He shouted behind his back, vomiting blood getting worse and worse, but he was still laughing wildly.

The moonlight became more and more white, my whole heart was frightened, and I just wanted to run out desperately, but the more anxious I was, the more I couldn't use the strength in my body, my feet were weak, and I fell directly, and the fat boy and Chen Qing in my arms also fell to the ground.

The moment I fell, my whole heart was pinched, I didn't dare to turn my head, I desperately crawled out, and I was less than a meter away from the exit of the amusement park, and my feet were suddenly grabbed!

At that moment, a strong sense of fear came to my heart, and I struggled desperately to crawl out, but I didn't have the strength of him at all, and the whole person was dragged back, holding the ground with both hands, and my nails were cracked, grinding out blood!

"Come back with me... I'm going to hang you in hell.. Let them torture your flesh and devour your soul every day!! "He dragged me back twenty meters away, and with his cane, he slammed it on the head!

I instinctively put my hand on my head, and with a "bang", the crutches smashed on the back of my hand, and the severe pain made it difficult for me to breathe, and my body trembled, without any strength to refute.

Stop it... Stop...

I screamed in pain in my heart, but he hit him one after another, and soon, the bones on the back of my hand seemed to be broken, and the pain was so great that I was drenched in blood, and I almost fainted!

"Hahaha!" The louder he laughed, the louder he became, and he seemed to be crazy, until he was tired and began to vomit blood in his mouth again.

I was lying on the ground with my head covered, the back of my hand was unconscious, I couldn't move, and I moved my body with my feet, trying to hold the fat boy and Chen Qing in my arms.

Even if you die, you will be with them.

"I still want to run...", he vomited another mouthful of blood, panting and looking extremely tired: "Damn it, it almost killed me!" ”

He scolded angrily and walked over and slammed his foot on his high heels.

"Don't... I looked at the scene in front of me, my high heels were trampled hard, I was lying on the ground and could not do anything, and I couldn't help crying anymore.

In a trance, the memory is like going back to the moment when I sat on the wall many years ago.

At that time, I watched the people in the courtyard, my brother, my mother and my father, their fighting, and the blood stained the courtyard of the family.

The same powerlessness, nothing can be done.

It turns out that so many years have passed... I'm still the same.... Nothing can be done.

He also said unashamedly that he could protect everything around him, but in the end, it was still the same result.

I closed my eyes in pain, gritted my teeth and didn't let myself make a sound, I was ashamed.

I desperately endured this most painful moment from that time to now, in nine years.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of stepping on shoes was all over my ears, as if it was imprinted in my head, and it kept ringing, and I even thought or hoped that it was all an illusion.

Finally, in the midst of the long agony, I heard a familiar voice, coming from not far away, burrowing into my ears, as if awakening myself.

"Stop!" The moment the voice sounded, I opened my eyes, and in my blurred vision, I saw my brother.

He appeared at some point, and came from behind, in the white moonlight, stepping on a pool of blood, staring at the painter with a cold gaze, holding the pen tightly in his hand, and the cap of the pen was half removed.

"Huh?" The painter turned his head when he heard the voice, his eyes were full of murderous intent: "It's really not the right time to appear, I thought the butcher had already dealt with you." ”

My brother didn't speak, but came over, put his hand on my shoulder, helped me up, and said, "Let's go, let's get out of here." ”

"Brother..."My heart was full of mixed feelings, and my emotions were churning, and I had a lot to say, but I didn't know what to say when it came to my mouth.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." My brother didn't look at me, just patted me on the shoulder with his hand, then helped me, picked up the shoes and fat boy on the ground, picked up the backpack, and walked out of the amusement park step by step.

"You said you could go? Is it that easy?! The painter's eyes widened, as if he was so angry that he forgot to spit out the blood in his mouth, and pointed at him with his cane and paintbrush: "You two beast tamers, all of you are going to die here!" ”

At the moment when the ghost tool in his hand stretched out to us, my brother didn't look back, didn't even react much, still helped me to walk forward, and with a gentle push of the other hand, he opened the cap of the fountain pen in his hand, and at the same time read with his mouth: "Xie Xue, I'm handed over to you, I'm in a hurry to take things away." ”

The moment the cap of the pen was removed, the air plummeted, the blood on the ground froze, and a large amount of black hair came out of the pen.

More and more hair fell to the ground, piled together, like a lonely grave, and soon a person stood up from inside, her face was covered by long hair, she was invisible, she was wearing a long white dress, and her black hair hung down to her feet, and she looked extremely terrible.

I looked back at this horrible scene, but my brother gently pulled me and said, "Don't look back, just move forward." ”

I quickly turned my head, only to hear the sound of hair rubbing against each other behind me, how many hairs would it take to make this rustling sound!

Soon, it was the painter's frightened cry: "What is this... What's going on!! Let me go!! ”

He has been injured by Chen Qing to the internal organs, although there are still two powerful ghost tools in his hands, but there is no protective drawing paper, even if it is hard, it will be impossible to fight Xie Xue.

I was carried forward by my brother, and with every step I took, I heard the miserable screams of the painter behind me, and my scalp tingled.

I still couldn't help but glance back and sneak a glance, and the whole person was shocked!

The painter was hung in the air by his rich hair, and a large number of strands of hair drilled into his eyes, nose and mouth, blood gushed wildly, his eyes rolled white, and after only a few moments, there was no movement.

"Didn't you see it? Why are you still peeking at it? My brother turned his head to see me looking back and slapped me on the head: "It's important to get out first." ”

I hurriedly turned my head and stepped out of the amusement park with my brother.

When we came out, we walked in the direction where the RV was parked, and it took nearly half an hour, and when we found the car, the sky was already slightly bright.

I sat in the car, calming myself down, so tired that I could almost fall asleep with my eyes closed.

After holding on for a while, I saw Xie Xue floating back from the entrance of the amusement park, still holding a cane and a paintbrush in her hand.

"It's finally over...", I watched the deserted paradise become more and more strange under the rising sun.

It was as if the artist's death had not only made the place cleaner, but more terrifying.

I couldn't hold it anymore and closed my eyes to get to sleep, but my brother started the car and started to leave.

As the car drove through the rising sun, I took one last look at the amusement park and suddenly seemed to catch a glimpse of something.

There seems to be a person standing at the door of the amusement circle!

He was holding a corpse in his arms, facing the sun, and was slowly coming out of the gate, staring in the direction where our car was leaving, motionless.

I was too tired to see clearly, and I could barely make out in a blur that he was holding the painter's corpse in his arms.

Although I couldn't see his face clearly, it was so far away, but I could feel a chill welling up on my back.

"Who is it...?"