"It's terrifying...... Van Gogh walked over to the sword and pulled it out with force: "Now I finally have a weapon." ”

Wang Feng took advantage of this time period to open his thinking comprehension again.

The fragments formed the appearance of the theater, and all the scenes were recreated in his mind.

"There must be a lot of people sitting in the audience......" He glanced at the audience, and the fragments reassembled to appear countless figures, all of them in different shapes, sitting in the audience and watching the most central stage.

"Smack!"

Wang Feng clapped his hands, and the masks scattered on the stage slowly rose.

"At first, everybody was watching the show...... But just then, one of the actors suddenly began to fall to the ground. ”

As soon as the words fell, a dark shadow on the stage fell to the ground.

Wang Feng looked at all this and felt a little wrong: "I always feel that something is missing......

He turned his head to look at the audience behind him and saw that they were not moving: "If this is the case, there will be no panic...... Everyone would think that this is nothing more than a stage effect. ”

Wang Feng snapped his fingers, and the figure that fell to the ground got up from the ground.

"That actor should have been in a lot of pain at the time......"

He clapped his hands.

The figure fell to the ground in pain, struggling.

The figures in the audience hurriedly got up and looked at each other after seeing it.

And the figure on the stage ran towards the fallen figure.

Wang Feng smiled with satisfaction: "This is the right ......"

As the actors approached the man who had fallen to the ground, the guy suddenly stood up and pulled out a dagger.

"Here they are...... We're all going to die......"

All the actors kept backing away, and one actor tried to stop but was stabbed directly, but luckily his mask blocked a lot of damage and he himself only suffered skin injuries.

When they saw this scene, all the actors threw down their masks and clothes and tried to escape.

"They...... Who the hell is ......" Wang Feng hurriedly ran over to ask about this figure.

"Nightmare ......"

The figure turned its head and shuddered.

As he uttered the word, the scene Wang Feng had constructed kept crumbling, and the fragments gathered together like madness to form a massive object.

Wang Feng raised his head and looked at the huge thing, countless tentacles slowly squirmed in the mist, and those eyes emitted a green light, hitting the depths of his heart.

Just looking at it makes you feel hopeless.

"One into Many...... The congregation will eventually be one ......"

A voice came from Wang Feng's ears, and he wanted to ask, but found that his mouth trembled slightly, completely out of his control.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had withdrawn from the realm of thought.

"That's what that guy sees......"

Only then did Wang Feng realize that what he had just seen was what the actor saw.

"Let's go!"

Van Gogh patted Wang Feng on the shoulder: "There are not many clues here......

"Hmm!"

Wang Feng stood up and the two walked backstage.

The curtain of the stage fell suddenly, and the mask that had been lying on the ground slowly rose.

The auditorium was filled at this moment, and they stood up and applauded with expressionless faces.

Hearing the sound, Wang Feng glanced back, and his heart trembled.

"Bad ......"

"What's wrong?" Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng with a puzzled expression.

Wang Feng didn't say much, and quickly opened the backstage door and pulled Van Gogh in.

"I just heard someone clapping."

Van Gogh frowned: "But I didn't hear it!" ”

"Didn't you hear?"

Wang Feng felt that something was wrong.

"Is it only me who hears it?"

He hurriedly asked Van Gogh: "The curtain has just fallen backstage......

When Van Gogh heard this, he quickly touched Wang Feng's forehead with his hand: "Your forehead is so hot......"

Wang Feng also touched his forehead, only feeling a little hot.

"I didn't hear the applause just now, and I didn't see the curtain fall backstage. I guess you're sick to have this delusion......"

Van Gogh was a little worried: "Are you really okay?" ”

Wang Feng shook his head: "I don't know, my head seems to explode from the beginning." ”

"Alas!" Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng and felt a little distressed, if he continued like this, something would happen sooner or later.

Wang Feng didn't believe that everything that happened just now was just his own hallucination.

"If it's an illusion, it's too real......"

Van Gogh carried Wang Feng on his back.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Feng didn't react for a while, and he was a little confused.

"You're sick right now and need a good rest. I'll carry you on my back. ”

"No, let me down......" Wang Feng insisted on coming down, but his words had been ignored by Van Gogh.

The corridor is very narrow, there are some candles on both sides, the light source is not bright but the road can be seen so-so.

"Don't think about it so much now, and get some rest."

Van Gogh suddenly stopped, lost his eyes, and looked into the distance.

"Is there anyone up ahead?"

Wang Feng also looked ahead, there was no light in front of the corridor, it was dark, and in the darkness, several figures could be faintly seen, they were in different shapes, and they were mixed together.

"Someone seems to ......"

Wang Feng rubbed his eyes, and Van Gogh slowly retreated a few steps.

"I don't feel like I'm human......"

"Hurry back!" Wang Feng looked behind him only to find that the previous road had disappeared, and behind the two of them was a wall.

"What's going on? How could there be a wall all of a sudden. Van Gogh also looked sideways, and suddenly felt a little desperate in his heart.

The candle kept flickering.

The figures in the darkness were reflected on the wall, posing in various poses, and at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and all the candles beside the corridor were extinguished.

"Smack!"

Wang Feng hurriedly turned on the flashlight, and a beam of light illuminated the surrounding environment.

"It's ......"

A pile of plastic mannequins surrounds the duo, and they are in different shapes.

"Mannequins?" Only then did Van Gogh realize that the figures he had just seen were these mannequins.

"What do we do now?" He habitually asked Wang Feng.

"I can only go forward."

Wang Feng looked at the mannequins around him, because the eyes of these dummies kept looking at the two of them, and they still kept smiling.

Van Gogh walked forward step by step, trying to keep his attention looking at the front of the hallway, not the dummies.

"I always feel like these dummies are watching the two of us all the time."

Van Gogh shook his head: "Take the total feeling away, these dummies are just looking at the two of us." ”

Wang Feng looked behind him, and the dummies behind the two of them had been following them all the time, and stretched out their arms in the darkness.