I looked at this horror story in a daze, and I didn't feel anything, as if this horror story didn't exist here, but it was here.

"Okay, Zhang Qingyuan, what should I do? Do you want to walk away, or do you want to enter this horror story, after all, you are the only person in this world who still has instinct, or rather, in consciousness, there is still instinct. ”

I quietly watched the horror story, and then looked at Yin Qiujian.

"Your instinct ......"

"It's been sealed in this horror story, hehe, I'm afraid those guys, it's not Yin Qiujian himself who wants to seal, but his instinct."

Ouyang Meng said, I immediately showed a puzzled expression, what did he refer to, those guys, what was going on?

"Okay, I'll tell you, Zhang Qingyuan, it's the Eternal Life Society, and the people of the Onizuka, they are all your enemies, hehe, and this horror story that I created, which gave birth to independent consciousness, is a rare treasure for the people of the Eternal Life Society and the Onizuka, and now everything is in the experimental stage, and this is also Xiao Chen and the Immortal Society, the Onizuka, the bargaining chips for the transaction!"

I was so shocked by what Ouyang Meng said that I began to tremble all over.

Next, the facts I heard were even more shocking, what Ouyang Meng told me was that this horror story, since I became conscious, with Ouyang Chen's efforts, began to have the ability to turn dreams into reality, however, no matter how I say it, it is still a dream, and it is still very difficult to turn it into reality at this stage.

"Hmph, that idiot is completely used by Xiao Chen, the Eternal Life Society, and the people of the Oni Mound, hehe, in order to avoid me."

"What's going on?"

I asked right away, and Yin Qiu burst out laughing.

"Brother, after all, this horror story was created by this dead ladyboy, at that time, when he didn't seal the power for the kitten, he quickly retrieved the power, which is why he can appear in the yang world through relying on it, those guys, using the Broken Question, made Ouyang Meng think that the Broken Question, is using this horror story to collect negative emotions, so the dead ladyboy didn't care, after all, he created it, and if he wanted to destroy that horror story, it was still very easy to use the dead shemale at that time."

I understood, clenched my fists, looked at the horror story, and had an indescribable sense of frustration, and I was also taken advantage of, because of my relationship, and the hatred was sealed in there.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Yin Qiu smiled, and I walked towards the horror story step by step.

"Do you need to ask? Of course, it's to go in and pull out those bastards, ugly faces, one by one. ”

I held out a hand towards that horror story.

"Zhang Qingyuan, you remember, no matter who enters the horror story, it will enter the story prepared for you at the moment, and you will not remember the previous ones at all."

A smile appeared at the corner of my mouth and I nodded.

"I don't need to say it, I've been through it many times before." As I spoke, my outstretched right hand approached the horror story little by little.

"Wait." Ouyang Meng shouted.

"Any questions? Dead shemales. ”

Yin Qiu shouted, Ouyang Meng sighed and said slowly.

"Zhang Qingyuan, you are doing this, but you are helping me, don't you regret it? Don't be afraid to help me, you ......"

"It doesn't matter, dead shemale, I can't let you die no matter what."

"Why?" Ouyang Meng's voice looked very puzzled.

"Because if you die, Ouyang Wei will also die, I won't let this happen, absolutely not."

In my mind, what I thought of was Lan Ruoxi's crying before, crying helplessly because of her father's departure, again and again, because of her mission.

"All this, I will guard it, and I will never let you die......"

As I spoke, my hand touched the horror story, and after a burst of white light, my consciousness began to blur little by little.

"Son-in-law, thank you for your hard work......" Before my consciousness was about to disappear, I saw Uncle Mo, he rushed over, with a helplessness on his face, I stretched out my thumb to him and smiled.

My name is Zhang Qingyuan, I am just in my early 20s, and my favorite thing on weekdays is to watch horror, since I was a child, I have seen no less than 1,000 horror stories.

I have a habit of reading horror stories, I like to turn off the lights in the house in the middle of the night, which is very exciting and emotional, although I have read it for so many years, but every time I see the horror plot in the book, I still can't help but stand on end and sweat.

Actually, I'm a timid person, I've been scared several times, but every time I see horror, I can't help but pick it up and flip it over a few times.

It's kind of a habit of mine, no, it's just after 12 o'clock, and I'm alone under the covers, leaning against the pillow, and turning on the bedside lamp.

Everything is ready, I can start my horror journey right away, a monthly magazine called the supernatural, I just bought it today, I looked through it a few times during the day, and the story is average, when I was bored during the day, I read a few of them, and it didn't make me feel scary at all.

"Alas, the quality is really worse year by year."

After reading for nearly half an hour, I closed the book, just after 12 o'clock, the sound of "dong dong dong" rang, it was my alarm clock, the bell sound was a little weird, but I just like this feeling, in the dead of night, someone knocked on the door, maybe it was a ghost!

I've been late several times this month, all because of watching the horror, staying up until two or three o'clock, and my salary has been almost deducted.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, the weird ringing of my phone sounded, and the screen flashed red, I couldn't help but be startled, grabbed the phone, and picked it up energetically.

I just love this kind of stimulation, I don't know why, every day without this kind of stimulation, I don't feel good.

It's a WeChat.

"Do you like horror?" A link is attached below.

For a while, my interest came, clicked on the link, the phone buzzed, the screen went dark all of a sudden, I looked at the phone in surprise, the buttons were no longer listening, just when I thought the phone was a Trojan horse, suddenly, the top of the screen of the mobile phone, streams of blood, flowed down.

"Squeak" I held the phone hand, began to shake, the sound of nails scratching against the wall, the whole phone screen, blood overflowed, at this moment, the blood seemed to recede, little by little towards the edge.

"Do you like horror?"

I screamed, and on the screen, there was a woman with a cloak, a pale face, and dead gray eyes, she was looking at me with a smile, but fortunately I reacted in time, but it was just an APP program, what is there to be afraid of.

Immediately after that, a box appeared to fill in the information with a paragraph of text on it.

"If you like horror, our company will provide you with horror that does not exist in this world, please fill in the detailed address, name, date of birth."

All of a sudden, my interest in horror came, and I immediately filled in my information, and after clicking submit, the page disappeared little by little, and a line of text appeared.

"Tomorrow night at 12 o'clock, it will give you a different horror experience, please don't sleep at that time......"

"Ha" a soft cry, as if from the underground, an open place, and then the phone returned to normal, this APP program automatically jumped back to the WeChat screen, turned off the light, and I fell asleep.

The next day, the whole day, I was thinking about the slightly scary thing that had made me interested in the last night, and although it was a bit of a trick, I liked it.

"Zhang Qingyuan, if you don't do it well, just fuck me off." A fat man with glasses walked past me and said viciously.

I hurriedly regained my senses and began to organize the information on the computer, this fat man is my boss, a little mean, I am inevitably scolded by him every day.

After I finished high school, I went out to work, but fortunately, I learned some computer skills with a buddy, and now I can barely make a living.

A day passed, it was still so normal, there was no excitement at all, I was uncomfortable, as soon as I returned to the 60-square-meter home, I lay on the bed and looked through my mobile phone.

"Strange?" I muttered, last night's WeChat, why is it gone, think about it, it must be a bit of a bad taste, scaring some people, so it was reported and deleted.

By 8 o'clock, I was a little sleepy, set the alarm for 12 o'clock, and I went to sleep.

"Knock knock" knock on the door, woke me up from sleep, I wanted to get up to open the door, just put on a slipper, only to remember, it was the sound of my alarm clock, I turned off the alarm.

"Bang", I looked at the door suspiciously, rubbed my sour eyes, and walked over, thinking in a voice just now, as if something very heavy had fallen to the ground.

I was a little scared, but I opened the door anyway, and then I noticed that there was a wooden box on the ground, quite delicate, black wooden box, and I picked it up, and my name was written on it.

Zhang Qingyuan, 999.

I looked left and right, there was no figure, I picked up the box, it was a little heavy, and after opening it, I suddenly showed a happy look.

I hurried back to my room, and I couldn't wait to climb back into bed with the heavy black cover in my hand and the word "horror story" written on it.

I didn't rush to open the cover of the book, but turned the first page and read the preface.

"Attention, this is a horror story that does not exist in this world, if you want to read it, please think about it, once the story starts, you can't stop...... However, I believe you will be satisfied with this horror story. ”