Chapter 162: Trap

The loss of three sons and Asumu in succession caused this sixty-year-old man to completely collapse mentally. He lowered his head and murmured words that no one could understand.

Then, the last murmur ended.

The village chief, who had lost his heart, fell against the wall. There was a bloody hole in his chest that gurgled blood, leaving a whole bloodstain on the yellow wall.

His head was not saved either.

The twisted figure shook slightly, and the next second, it appeared in the dark room.

Three heads were thrown on the ground casually.

The village chief, Qian Jianxiu, and Asumu.

Asumu's head was only one meter away from Jiangcheng. His head was a whole circle larger than the other two. Due to the angle problem, Jiangcheng could not see his face, only a head of bloodstained messy hair.

The hideous bloodstains flowed freely along the dark ground.

The twisted figure opened the door of the closet with a reverse joint action that humans could not do at all, and then walked in. The door closed with a "creaking" sound.

She left.

That's right, what else could she do if she didn't leave?

The revenge was finally taken, which was a relief for her.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but think of the women in Xiaoshijian Village, the hostility and haggardness on their faces. Such a life was just a torture for them.

Some of them were dead.

Even if they could leave Xiaoshijian Village in the future, I'm afraid it would be difficult for them to be the same as before.

The devastation and worldly eyes they have suffered over the years will become the second knife on their necks.

As he thought about it, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if a pair of eyes were watching him.

He immediately looked at the closet.

The closet door was tightly closed, and the dark room was strangely quiet.

Then he slowly moved his sight and searched in the dark room. It was covered by a strange halo. Jiang Cheng guessed that this should be given to him by the iron door.

Every piece of furniture was placed in its previous position, with a strange light flowing on it. This dark room, no, it was this hotel, and there should be no living people.

But this feeling of being watched

Jiang Cheng slowly retracted his sight, and in an instant, a light flashed in front of his eyes, and then his whole body froze involuntarily.

He finally found the source of his sight.

It was Asumu!!

His crooked head fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, the corners of his mouth grinning, staring straight at himself, as if he wanted to finish what he had not finished saying.

Similar scenes would not have caused Jiang Cheng to have waves, but this time it was different, because he clearly remembered that Asumu's head was facing another direction before.

How could it be?

He stared at Asumu's eyes in confusion.

Jiang Cheng had already noticed something was wrong, and he tried his best to look away, but he couldn't do it. Asumu's eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, surprisingly cold, but it made people unable to look away.

His spirit was also affected, and his right foot was raised uncontrollably, as if he wanted to leave the influence of the door and return to the world of the mission.

This feeling was very strange. He knew exactly what he was facing and what he should do, but his limbs were out of control.

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A similar feeling immediately reminded him of a place - Hanzhentan.

He had realized that he had fallen into a trap, and it was the ghost who did it.

She didn't leave.

Still here.

And she could see him, or sense his existence.

But due to the rules, she couldn't hurt him inside the door, but she could attract him out by influencing his mind.

One thing he knew was that as long as he left the iron door, he would die.

He tried to bite the tip of his tongue, hoping to wake himself up with the severe pain, but the tip of his tongue was almost bitten off, and he still couldn't break free.

What's more terrifying is that he didn't feel any pain.

The ghost was gradually eating away at his thoughts and controlling his consciousness.

Asumu's head was a trap set by the ghost.

It seemed as if a porcupine was repeatedly and savagely colliding in his mind, and his just-condensed thoughts were destroyed again, and his head hurt as if it was about to explode.

Asumu's voice echoed in his ears.

He seemed to be in great pain, sometimes begging Jiang Cheng not to abandon him, and sometimes asking Jiang Cheng to come up and close his eyes for him.

Jiang Cheng's raised right leg was getting closer to the edge of the halo.

His struggle was not without effect.

He was stalling for time.

The iron door existed for a limited time. When the time was up, he could return to the real world, as long as he could hold on until then.

He didn't know how long it would take. The speed of time here could not be guessed by common sense, but Jiang Cheng refused to die here in such an unclear way.

Until he heard a crisp cracking sound.

The next second, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Less than 20 centimeters away from him, stood something that could barely be called a human.

That guy had a fragmented face.

Face to face with himself.

The right face was still intact, the left face was completely cracked, and a pair of thin-framed glasses with twisted frames and broken lenses hung diagonally on the right ear.

The exposed gums collapsed inwards, and the scattered teeth were embedded in the blood-red flesh, like a group of carrion maggots.

It can be seen that the left face was beaten to this point by someone with a hard object.

He guessed that it was probably a stone with edges and corners.

Jiang Cheng felt unwell instantly.

It seems that this is the true face of a ghost.

Hidden behind the messy hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him angrily. Jiang Cheng had no doubt that if he was a few seconds later and walked out of the range of the halo, she would pull his head off.

The next second, the surrounding scene began to distort, and the huge suction pulled Jiang Cheng backwards.

After a familiar dizziness, his feet finally stood firm. In the dim light, his office came into view.

He tilted his body and almost fell to the ground.

The iron door behind him disappeared before he turned around.

He took a deep breath, then stepped forward with his numb and stiff legs, came to the coffee table, and poured himself a glass of water.

The water was still warm.

The warm feeling in his throat made him feel much better.

He did not deliberately hide his voice, so after a while, there was a tentative sound of footsteps near the stairs. Jiang Cheng could imagine the fat man's cautious look.

He must have heard some movement downstairs, and he didn't know what caused it.

"Doctor?" The fat man's voice came before he arrived, "Is it you?"

Jiang Cheng took another sip of water, held it in his mouth for a few seconds before slowly swallowing it, "No."

At this time, the fat man had already poked his huge head out from the corner of the stairs, and saw Jiang Cheng sitting on the sofa, his expression immediately became exciting: "Doctor, you are so fast! You have finished the job in the time it took me to change clothes."