Li Muyu walked out of the room, only to find that he was completely locked in this closed corridor. The hallway was dark and silent. Li Muyu turned around and saw that the door of his house was locked, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it. But when Li Muyu's outstretched fingers just touched the door, a cold cold like electricity instantly transmitted into Li Muyu's body.

Li Muyu shuddered. But this shiver made Li Muyu unable to stop at all, Li Muyu's body began to twitch, numb, and bursts of indescribable weird feelings kept permeating Li Muyu's body.

Li Muyu was anxious, gritted his teeth and pushed towards the door that he was reaching. Forcibly enduring this uncomfortable feeling, Li Muyu's body kept exerting force, and finally pushed the door open a crack. But after Li Muyu pushed open this gap, his body couldn't hold on anymore, and in convulsions, Li Muyu fell to the ground.

Li Muyu's body was numb and lost his instincts, but when he fell, Li Muyu's eyes just met the door that had just been pushed open by Li Muyu, revealing a gap.

In the door was naturally the room that Li Muyu was familiar with. Because there are windows in the room, the room is much brighter than the corridor, and Li Muyu naturally happens to be able to see everything in the room through this bit of skylight.

It's just that Li Muyu's familiar room became inexplicably unfamiliar to Li Muyu at this time. This strangeness made Li Muyu's heart even more chilly. Because Li Muyu found that in the room he saw, the wooden bed was no longer worn, and even some clothes could be faintly seen in the half-hidden wardrobe.

Especially the washstand, Li Muyu saw that the washstand not only became new and bright, but even the basin was full of water, as if someone was still using it just now.

Li Muyu stared at the washstand, and then a black shadow walked to the washstand from a place that Li Muyu couldn't see. It was a man dressed in a shabby but clean tunic suit. He had his back to Li Muyu, so naturally he couldn't see his appearance.

His figure was not very tall, and even looked a little thin, Li Muyu saw that the man walked to the washstand, reached out to hold the water in the washbasin, and then pounced on his face.

The man washed his face very carefully, and finally took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, washed it in the washbasin, and then wiped his face carefully.

Li Muyu watched the man combing in front of the washstand, and couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. Although Li Muyu knew that this bizarre scene was not real, how could he say that it was also late at night, why did that man wash there so neatly?!

Due to the doubts in his heart, Li Muyu looked over more carefully. But because Li Muyu was lying on the ground, the man who was washing in the room, although Li Muyu could see his whole face, he couldn't see the man's face facing the washstand mirror.

When the man had finished washing, he put the handkerchief into his clothes, and then took out a small horn comb from his pocket, and carefully combed the hair that was not too much. After combing, the man took out a small tin box from his clothes, and from the tin box, he took out a razor.

The man didn't trim his hair with the razor anymore, but took the razor in his hand and sighed deeply.

Li Muyu fell to the ground, but when he heard this sigh, his heart couldn't help but feel a little sour. I saw that the man sighed, took the razor and put it across his neck, and slashed it down on his neck with the razor with a smooth movement.

With such a stroke, blood spurted out in an instant, sprinkled all over the washstand, and then the blood collected in the washbasin. This makes the water in the basin scarlet as well.

Li Muyu didn't smell any strong blood, just stared wildly at everything that happened to that man. I saw that the man began to subconsciously reach out to plug his throat that had been cut. The razor fell to the ground with a crunch, and the man's broken throat began to gurgle in pain but without the slightest sense.

As the blood continued to drain, the man could no longer stand still. His body went limp, and he fell to the ground. And the fallen body twitched painfully on the ground.

The occurrence of all this naturally made Li Muyu a little frightened, but what made Li Muyu even more frightened was that after the man fell, his eyes were just opposite to Li Muyu, and on that pale face, Li Muyu saw a pair of eyes full of resentment staring at Li Muyu himself.

Li Muyu's feeling now is more than just chilling? Li Muyu was already terrified. The man's severed throat tore a horrific opening, and scarlet blood flowed from it. The man's emaciated but clean face was full of pain, distorted expression.

The man's features were distorted, and his mouth was open as he tried to make a sound. But the paleness of his face had made all the man's movements begin to weaken.

Li Muyu looked at everything in front of him in fear. Although his body couldn't move, Li Muyu still felt that his hands and feet were starting to become cold because of this.

The man finally didn't have the strength to twitch anymore. The twisted and painful expression on his face began to stiffen. Li Muyu didn't dare to look at the man's eyes, and only when the man finally stopped moving, Li Muyu raised his eyes to take a look.

Seeing this, Li Muyu's heart trembled again. What kind of eyes are they? Dead ashes, frightened, and unable to hide resentment. Those eyes stared at Li Muyu deadly, which made Li Muyu's spirit begin to become numb.

Li Muyu's fear was not in the face of such a dead person, but that Li Muyu did not see the godlessness and grayness of the dead body in those eyes, and in it, Li Muyu saw it even more terrifying. Beyond the brilliance of normal people.

It was a kind of resentment that gradually leaked out of the head, and that resentment had completely obscured some of the other expressions that should have been. But no matter what, Li Muyu knew that this was not the eyes that a dead man should have at all.

Just when Li Muyu looked at the eyes that kept revealing the cold resentment in his heart, Li Muyu found that the man who should have died trembled slightly. It seemed to be a twitch, but it wasn't very noticeable.

Li Muyu saw it, and persuaded himself that it was an illusion in his heart, but then, the man's body trembled again, and this time the tremor was obviously stronger. Combined with Li Muyu's eyes that should not have appeared on the dead before, Li Muyu had a strange thought.

He's alive again!