To say that it is a villa is to lift it.

The outside is surrounded by thorns, and it looks gray, which is a murderous house in the traditional sense.

It's not a single-family villa at all.

From where they entered, it was a ruin.

The weeds that spread all over the mountains grew taller than men, and they grew as if they wanted to throw off the fate of being slaughtered.

It's just a pity that they are still weeds, and even if they grow in this boundless wilderness, they can't return to the moment of life.

The fiery clouds have divided the heavens and the earth, hidden in the weeds, and countless tombstones.

It's just that those tombstones are very simple, just a wooden board is erected, and a name is engraved indistinctly, which is all the appearance.

The slightly bulging mound seemed to have a little more sand, depressed and desolate.

Su Ruan didn't run out just to live for a while.

She couldn't find the right timeline in the world of monsters, and she couldn't find the right storyline.

In the house where the monster was buried, there was only what the monster wanted to show Su Ruan.

If she stays inside, she will be assimilated by the monster, and in the end, like other actors, she will become the nourishment of the monster.

It is still evolving, and if it eats itself, it will turn into a true E-class supernatural film autonomous monster.

As soon as Su Ruan crossed this thought, the electronic sound sounded in Su Ruan's mind.

[Congratulations to F-class actor Su Soft for discovering the hidden rules: the fourth article of the evolution code of monsters.] 】

Su Ruan's fingertips were cold.

Not because of fear, of course, but because of excitement.

Article 4.

In other words, there are at least three of the evolution rules of monsters that they don't know.

Things are getting more and more interesting.

It's just that simple death and exploration will not make Su Soft scared at all.

It can be said that Su Ruan is not afraid of death at all.

Her body has always been fragile, and almost every cold she has is like a race against death.

She was so used to the feeling of death that the frightens on weekdays were no surprise or joy for Su Ruan.

Only this one.

This kind of thing beyond ordinary thoughts is what Su Ruan has always looked forward to, wanted, and wanted to experience.

They are uncontrollable, unpredictable, and unpredictable.

If you take one wrong step, you will die.

This kind of thrilling excitement is what Su Soft has always wanted.

Su Ruan thought as he walked towards the graves.

One of these graves must belong to a monster.

Things have developed to this point, and Su Ruan can also think that Yan Heng will not be the name of a monster.

That pair of patriarchal, uneducated parents, where would they take such a name.

The name of the monster should be simpler, more despicable, and more prominent to the wishes of its parents.

For that couple, the monster was just a carrier, and she wasn't even supposed to have a mind.

Su Ruan walked to the nearest grave to him.

Although she was excited and wanted to find the end of the story quickly, her body was dragging her feet unwillingly.

Once again, her body went into a state of weakness.

Su Ruan had just walked a few steps, and now he was out of breath, his heart was beating faster and his breathing was not smooth, which made Su Ruan's head react a few beats slower.

But she is not a character who gives up easily, not to mention that giving up here is tantamount to death.

Su Ruan's face was pale, her hair slipped down and stuck to the side of her face, and her hair turned into something like kelp, sweating on her body, which was really uncomfortable.

Her vision was blurred.

Su Ruan wanted to take a closer look at the name on the tombstone. So she raised her slender and thin hand to hold the tombstone.

However, before she could touch the wooden tombstone, a puff of black smoke appeared in front of her and enveloped the tombstone.

A cool breath passed through her fingertips, like those cold scalpels in the hospital.

They used to pass through Su Soft's body, causing pain to themselves when the anesthesia had failed.

Su Ruan's fingertips turned pale at the thought of such pain.

The black smoke gradually changed into the shape of a human being, and it turned its back to Su Soft and did not make a sound.

At the same time, many figures slowly stood up in the grass.

They were dressed in coarse cotton clothes, which looked very different from the hot season.

Su Ruan did not act rashly, nor did he make a sound.

In addition to being paid attention to by the live broadcast, Su Soft has always felt a strange "sight".

That gaze is not as present as a live broadcast, just following me, as if observing something.

Su Ruan knew that this was the sight of the monster.

It may be that it wants to learn how to be a human being.

Only the more it resembles a person, the more human-like the monsters in its world become.

They will accompany the monster in a play that will never wake up, and will make it sleep completely in its own dreams.

This is also what Su Ruan can't figure out.

Do monsters also need human character?

Monsters are not needed.

Just as Su Ruan was thinking, the person opposite her slowly turned his head.

Its neck rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and its entire neck twisted in half a circle, and its body was like a machine, with an indelible sense of dullness.

But that's not the most terrifying.

Instead, its face was blank.

There's nothing on it.

Not even the bones on the face undulated, like a yellowed piece of brown paper that needs to be painted.

The figures who stood up from the grass surrounded Su Ruan.

They condescendingly "scrutinized" Su Ruan with their faceless side, as if they wanted to see her panicked side.

It's just a pity that Su Soft restrained himself.

Because of her physical problems, she has long been accustomed to controlling her emotions.

So even though the scene is extremely weird now, Su Ruan didn't scream.

Her palms were oozing with sweat, which was a physiological reaction that could not be controlled, and not only that, but Su Ruan's fingertips did not have any temperature.

They can't speak because they don't have mouths?

Thinking of this, Su Ruan took off the pencil from his head and drew a trace on the face in front of him.

In the next second, the trace seemed to come to life, and a simple opening and closing action began.

The voice was hoarse, a man's voice, as if it hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Niuniu......" said and turned around stiffly, grabbed Su Soft with two straight arms, and her voice gradually took on some emotions, as if she was familiar with her body, "Niuniu! ”

"I'm your father!"

Su Soft: ......

Su Soft didn't know what the monster was doing.

Honestly, if it weren't for the wrong scene, she would have laughed out loud.

What is this?

Count yourself as drawing a dad for yourself?

That's a good monster.

Just when Su Ruan was thinking nonsense, the "crowd" around her also seemed to have something to say.

They gathered around Su Ruan, shaking their bodies like zombies, and seemed to want Su Ruan to paint their mouths as well.

Su Soft was almost overthrown by this group of monsters.

Resignedly, she picked up the pencil and drew their features one by one, then stepped aside to watch what they did next.

They twisted their limbs, and the stiffness on their bodies faded, and they gradually became more human-like.

They looked at Su Ruan with the same smile on their faces.