"Hiss......"

The sad Ban Ren didn't even have a chance to hum, and was directly cut into two sections.

It feels like it's no different from piercing a water bag, and the scarlet blood sprayed directly on Xiao An'an's body.

Then, the blood was quickly absorbed by the little red knife, like a devil.

The alloy lectern in front of the head teacher was also split in half like tofu.

Metal residue, two corpses, a piece of internal organs.

Fat, bones, muscles, collapsed blood vessels, food in the stomach, ruptured bitter bile fluid, excrement in the intestines and even parasites......

Ling Luo could see these clearly.

And his eyes seemed to be nailed to the corpse, Ling Luo never felt that there was a moment when his eyesight could be so outstanding, any detail, any change, the slightest detail.

He didn't want to look, but he couldn't move his gaze, and inexplicable fear had eroded everything he was sane about.

Filth, slowly flowing out, to his feet.

On his head, black and red smoke suddenly condensed, enveloping his whole body.

Simply, he didn't even have to vomit, Ling Luo's eyes turned black and he fainted.

Vaguely, Ling Luo saw Xiao An'an's painful expression, struggling like he was resisting or arguing or something.

And when he woke up, he was already being carried by Nalan in his hands.

Ling Luo was very glad, he thought that he couldn't do without being split in half.

Lying on the bed, he unconsciously recalled the scene of the morning.

Even after so much time, I can still feel Xiao An'an's monstrous evil thoughts and killing intent, lingering in front of my eyes, full of coldness and evil.

Struggling to control his emotions, Ling Luo struggled not to lose his mind again.

But it backfired, and the more he resisted, the clearer the scene in the morning became.

But for some reason, he always felt that Xiao An'an's distorted expression was not his intention, so pitiful.

Thinking of that red knife, Ling Luo shuddered, and vaguely remembered that there seemed to be wolf-shaped lines on the body of the little red knife.

"What is this? Is this world a fantasy? Or is it some high-tech weapon? What are the black smoke and red light?

Thinking of ghosts, although the house was brightly lit and the sun was shining outside, Ling Luo still seeped panic.

After thinking about it for a while, Ling Luo opened the curtains to the maximum, enjoyed the sunshine, and turned on the computer again.

The usual means of modern people, basically, is to put some sound in the house to expel the inner loneliness, which is very practical.

The most common dialogue is. Turn on the TV. "Look?" "If you don't look, you can listen to the movement." ’

There's no way, who let this be the trend of the information explosion era, and living alone is indeed quite infiltrating.

The display is bright and the system is running.

Ling Luo casually played an anime, which seemed to be called fate or something.

This anime is very famous, but Ling Luo doesn't really like to watch anime, and he doesn't have much contact, and this one, just because of the style of painting, he appreciates it very much.

The specific plot, half a piece, half understood.

The picture lit up, and it was a certain shining Gilgamesh, pretending to be in the middle.

Although he has the reputation of the hero king, Gilgamesh is really underbeaten and charming in this anime.

And Gilgamesh in the real epic, not far behind.

Ling Luo stared at the picture, forcing himself to forget everything, but it backfired.

The fight of fate, the transfer of light in the second dimension, was reflected in his mind, and it was still the scene of the morning that kept reappearing.

With his hands clenched, Ling Luo realized that his hands were already swinging like gourds at some point.

"Something is wrong. ”

After all, he is a young man in the new era, and he has been bombarded by countless movies and comics, although the plots in movies and comics are illusory, but after all, they are also the crystallization of wisdom, and Ling Luo can learn from them.

He knew something was wrong with him.

His performance was too bad, too bad, too bad.

Although the scene in the morning is terrifying, in the modern era of information explosion, what young person has not seen a few heavy movies? What young person does not look forward to a fantasy or even terrifying experience?

What young person is not second to none in his ability to accept the unknown?

The footage that Ling Luo saw in the cinema and even at home, under the real-life 3D technology, let alone the real scene, even the smell can be smelled.

And it is more disgusting and terrifying than today, and I don't know how many times it is disgusting and terrifying.

But now, he is not adapting.

Continuing to analyze, there is only one truth.

The murder in the morning, the little red knife in the morning, is definitely greasy.

In the materialistic world, is there a knife that looks like a living thing?

In the materialist world, will there be blood-colored smoke condensed into light?

Simply, Ling Luo temporarily forgot about the so-called materialist world.

If he wants to save himself, he naturally needs more divergent thinking.

The red knife definitely has a similar ability to deter the mind, and his lingering fear is the result of the red knife's deterrence.

It seemed to be a horror that could swallow him in his memory, and it was definitely not a post-traumatic sequelae.

Ling Luo thought, since the world is no longer 'materialistic', then try to hypnotize himself, he wants to save himself.

"O Heavenly Buddha, O Yuan Shi Tianzun, Jade Emperor Da, O Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, God, Odin, what should I do, please destroy the red knife, or save me." ”

"Your sister, I don't want to have nightmares for the rest of my life, and I will be in the company of sleeping pills. ”

Ling Luo slowly stood up, muttering to himself out of tune, the whole person was like a god of dancing gods, scratching his ears and cheeks, jumping up and down.

And self-hypnosis or something, it doesn't seem to require any logic.

Full of gods and Buddhas, regardless of his East and West, it is better than a knife.

Therefore, Ling Luo is actually really dancing the great god.

And using the dancing god to save the soul, although it is a little strange, but the jumping god seems to be the function of this, and it makes sense.

Thinking of this, Ling Luo jumped seriously, his posture was embarrassing, and his expression was miserable.

Completely trapped in 'feudal wisdom', I can't extricate myself.

If Nalan or the middle-aged team leader were present at the moment, he would definitely regret it very much, regretting letting Ling Luo self-regulate and sending him directly to a psychiatric hospital would be the right solution.

"Thor, uh, what is the foreign god of thunder called, yes, yes, yes, Thor, Zeus, Loki, well, China's god of thunder, by the way, Wen Zhong Tianzun, the gods of the thunder department, please send down the god thunder and split the demon knife. ”

"Vulcan......"

"O water god, O dragon god......"

Ling Luo danced tirelessly, and a new generation of soul dancers has been born.

But not to mention, the effect is remarkable.

Ling Luo actually felt that his heart palpitations were slowly fading, which made him overjoyed, and he suddenly jumped even harder.

racked his brains and basically put aside everything he could think of, as long as he was on the side of the gods and Buddhas.

"Nuwa, Fuxi, Jesus, Satan......"

Strange things happened at this moment.

Where Ling Luo couldn't see, his forehead, which was slightly different, had a faint white glow oozing out against the skin.

Bai Mang slowly rotated against his head, not fast, not slow, no more, no less, circle after circle, not growing, not decreasing.

So little after that.

Although Ling Luo couldn't see this layer of white light, he quickly discovered something other, more serious.

That is.

He's running out of words.