Step by step, step by step, until we were close at hand, it stopped. Just standing, completely mechanical. With his head down, his stiff body just stood there, motionless, like a robot that had lost its ability to move. If there was no one to control it, there would be no way to do anything.

Yourself, what the hell is going on?

However, just when Wang Ruike couldn't understand it, the black hand appeared again, right behind him. At the back of the neck, it seems to be pinched. But then, it shifted to the top of the head, caressing it clearly, like a mother smoothing her child's hair, one after another, slowly, gently.

Why? Why is that black hand doing it now? What the hell is she trying to do? At this moment, Wang Rui couldn't understand anything. Isn't this black hand trying to harm himself? So why is it being done now? It's weird.

One black hand, two themselves, different treatment, why is this? Why?

"Good boy, kill her, kill her and you will be free, go, kill her." That hand made such a sound at this moment, but the movement never stopped.

With the voice, Wang Ruike saw that he raised his head in an instant, staring at himself with his black eyes. If she still has pupils, is she full of hatred? Even if she can't see it, she can feel it.

Kill yourself? Why, exactly? Why would this black hand say such a thing? Who the hell is it? Why do this to yourself? Kill her and she'll be free? What does this mean exactly?

Everything is starting to get chaotic.

Holding his head, Wang Ruike curled up in pain. The more you think about it, the more confused your brain becomes. And the picture is still so clearly visible, as if you can reach out and get in.

Shaking her head desperately, she didn't want to see this picture. But no matter what, the picture is still there.

"Die......" the black hand approached, roaring sharply. Wang Ruike saw that the black pupil reached out and pinched his neck, tightly.

Hand, placed on his neck, Wang Rui could pant hard. It was as if he had surfaced after drowning, gasping for breath and breathing.

"Die, die, die." Black Hitomi's self, like a repeater, repeats these three words vigorously.

And the self in the picture is struggling desperately, hoping that he can let go. But how is this possible? If you can't make any sound, how can you stop it? Wang Rui is stupid, completely stupid? At this moment, she wanted to save herself so much, but she was so powerless.

Tears slipped down the corners of his eyes. She could feel that her discomfort was like it had happened to her. What to do? What now? Even if it's another ghost, why don't you come and save her? But what she didn't know was that no ghost would save her. All they want is her Wang Ruike's body.

Just when she thought she was going to die, the hand around her neck loosened. And that self just sat on the ground, gasping for breath. I thought I was going to die, but now it seems that I shouldn't be able to. This made Wang Ruike breathe a sigh of relief.

"Little girl, do you think this will be fine? Don't worry, this is just the beginning, and I'll swallow you little by little. The black hand stroked Wang Ruike's little face and said softly.

Trembling, absolute trembling. Not only is he trembling in the picture, but even Wang Ruike, who is huddled in the corner, is also trembling.

The black hand, the cold touch, she could feel it clearly. Who is this black hand? Who is the black hand of this spring voice?