Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

Reincarnation space

The handsome white-haired man looked at the data on the light screen with a serious face.

"The next world is "Nightmare". This world is more difficult and is a horror movie with no solution. Everyone pays attention to buying life-saving items. If it doesn't work, I can pay in advance."

The flat-headed man with an unusually strong figure stood beside the white-haired man, his muscles swelled and swelled to a very exaggerated point.

His eyes were calm, and he said lightly: "Okay."

The only woman in the team, the girl with fiery red hair, came up and down and said with a smile: "Yeah! No problem boss! This big boss is really so powerful! Wow, I'm scared to think about it. , I can’t even sleep, or I’ll be dragged into my dream and killed. It’s horrible! It’s really a famous horror film boss in movie history!"

"But fortunately, the background of this series of movies is the Age of Doom, otherwise it would be really difficult to come up with a few more gods and ghosts!"

The thin man with a low sense of presence on the side whispered: "Oh, if only the crazy woman Alisha didn't run around, her mind control ability is just right for this world!"

"Don’t mention Alyssa, buy equipment as soon as possible. There’s news on it. This time the mission mode may be changed and the difficulty will be improved. However, there are many weapons that have been reduced in price. Take advantage of this good opportunity to buy more. After all, the Lord God hasn't always been so generous!" Hearing this, the white-haired man rubbed his eyebrows, his face full of helplessness.

"Understood, Captain!"

The remaining teammates replied.

Under such a peaceful team atmosphere, no one would have thought that this is the top five teams in the reincarnation space, and it is the existence that countless low-level reincarnations sink into those horror movie worlds.

Picking up this schoolbag and checking it carefully, Zhou Yu's thin and long fingers stroked the black handprints on the strap that could not be wiped off.

The school bag made of simple beige denim has a simple design without any decoration.

This also made the ghost hand imprint appearing abruptly on the strap look very dazzling.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Yu's grandmother's green eyes. He stared at the handprint closely and pressed his lips lightly.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this black handprint is just a scary joke, meaningless.

But Zhou Yu felt inexplicably that this handprint belonged to a person he knew well-Morris.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu stood up abruptly and looked around for Morris's traces. There was an invisible light in the original deep green eyes.

But looking around, there is only a lonely scene in the winter, and there is not even a pedestrian on the desolate street.

There was no trace of Morris.

Mocking his lips mockingly, Zhou Yu shook his head mockingly. A slightly messy black hair was scattered on his head, covering his eyes.

What is he thinking.

How could that guy who had been missing for a long time come back suddenly and bring back the schoolbag that he had fallen into the fire?

However, it is really strange, why is this schoolbag here?

Zhou Yu clearly remembered that today he was a little disgusted because the locker was filled with cursing graffiti. He didn't choose to put his schoolbag in as usual, but went directly to the classroom with his back.

And the sudden fire also burned everything in that classroom.

Unless someone takes this bag back in the fire.

But is it necessary?

Risking your life to get a broken schoolbag that is worthless?

Zhou Yu thought about it, but couldn't think of an answer for a while, so he opened the door with a frown and walked in.

Click—The door was closed and Zhou Yu entered the house.

Outside the door, the empty door suddenly twisted.

A particularly horrifyingly burned hand emerged from the void, and placed a bunch of roses with dew on the door frame.

The bright red roses exuded an intoxicating fragrance, lying quietly on the slate floor that became calm again, as if they were telling something.

Zhou Yu stepped into the living room, his eyes narrowed uncomfortably because of the dim environment inside.

It was dark in the house, only a little light came out in the living room.

Zhou Yu stepped forward and saw that the shabby black and white TV in the living room was making a harsh noise, and the screen was full of snowflakes.

On the sofa facing the TV, the man with a beer belly is full of beard, snoring and sleeping soundly.

The living room is not too big. Just a sofa occupies most of the area. The beer bottles and food scraps scattered around the sofa fill up the living room and almost turn it into a garbage dump.

Zhou Yu's room is on the innermost side of the house, and you have to pass through the living room to get there, so he walked into the living room blankly, stepped on the mess, and walked to the sofa.

On the sofa, the sloppy man was still asleep, his fragile neck exposed to the light of the TV.

A faint cold light flashed in Zhou Yu's beautiful green eyes, and his fingers silently attached a folding knife in his pocket.

Recently, this so-called father has become more and more degenerate.

Because of the huge medical expenses paid by Paul's family, the man began to drink and take drugs more unscrupulously.

A few days ago, I even wanted him to join what he called "the blessing of the gods".

In this small town, there are many "god believers" like his father Eugene, who get the so-called "god's blessing" by inhaling an unknown powder.

Zhou Yu remembered that he used to envy these people to be blessed by the gods, but now he can clearly realize that it is not a blessing, it is just an invitation to hell.

On the sofa, the puffy and greasy man still slept soundly.

Zhou Yu took the knife in his hand back into his pocket, grabbed the cold killing intent in his eyes, and walked to his room.

He didn't want to kill people, he didn't want to stain his hands with blood for this kind of person.

Close the door to isolate the heavy alcohol from the living room.

Zhou Yu put the schoolbag in his hand on the ground, and then lay down weakly on his single bed.

He looked at the pattern on the ceiling in a daze, his thoughts drifting back to two weeks ago.

At that time, he had just woke up from a coma, and the first thing he saw was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. His face was immature but with an unspeakable charm that made people unable to remove his eyes.

There was a worried look on the boy's face, and he asked about his physical condition with concern.

At that time Zhou Yu really felt that this was really an angel-like guy, and it was impossible not to like him.

After the young boy got closer to him, he started to introduce himself impatiently, and poured out everything about himself very silly.

In fact, if it hadn't been for Zhou Yu to interrupt in time, he would have burst out the size of his underwear.

Thinking of the boy who always had a silly smile, Zhou Yu's pale face couldn't help showing a gentle smile.

That guy named Morris has always been so cheerful and helpful.

However, even though he has helped many people who have suffered campus bullying, none of them stood up to help him when Morris needed help.

This time Zhou Yu was very angry, and wanted to pull out those ungrateful and wolf-hearted guys to have a beaten, so that they could taste the taste of being bullied again.

But Morris stopped him.

He always smiled harmlessly and pretentiously, as if he didn't care about all the unfair treatment imposed on him.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu's eyes dimmed.

He sat up from the bed, his eyes gloomy.

So, it's obvious that he didn't give him any reply.

Morris, who could forgive even those guys, rejected him alone.

Zhou Yu only felt a little stuffy in his chest, and his heart seemed to ignite like a fire.

"Morris..." Zhou Yu whispered the name that had been tossed in his heart countless times, gritted his teeth.

He had made various excuses for Morris' failure, such as being kidnapped and giving the wrong address.

But in the end, he still couldn't continue to deceive himself.

After all, Morris had met him before leaving, and they had a fierce fight.

The reason is-Jenny.

That cheerleader, a blonde beauty.

Morris seemed to like Jenny very much, and kept asking him if he had anything to do with Jenny, for fear that he would take Jenny away. The questioning tone made him particularly unhappy.

Coupled with the unclear anger in his heart at the time, Zhou Yu and Morris quarreled and began a cold war.

After that, Morris moved out of here suddenly, leaving only a letter with his address in the mailbox in front of his house.

And obviously, that address is also fake.

Zhou Yu's eyes were red, and he buried his head in the soft bed again, but his exposed shoulders trembled slightly.

In a clean and cramped room, the black-haired boy was sulking in bed.

And where the teenager hadn't noticed, in the narrow corner of the room, the space began to twist continuously.

It's as if someone is standing in the corner, entangled in whether or not to go forward.

I don't know how long it took, the black-haired boy lying on the bed stopped moving, and half of his cheek was exposed on the side, revealing a slight tear on his cheek.

His breathing was steady, and he was clearly in a sweet dream.

At the same time, a vague figure gradually appeared in the empty corner of the room, as clear as the ghost in a ghost film.

A scorched man stood in the corner, only a pair of blue eyes on that unrecognizable face exposed his complex emotions.

"I'm sorry, Zhou Yu." A low, hoarse voice sounded with a hint of caution.

The man walked to the bed and covered the boy with a quilt to prevent him from catching a cold.

He looked at this still thin teenager who was distressed by him, and he couldn't help stretching out his scarred fingers, wanting to touch the friend he had always remembered.

But when he was about to stroke the smooth white cheeks of the boy, the man suddenly saw his ugly and twisted palm, and immediately withdrew his hand.

How can such a disgusting and ugly self touch him!

Withdrawing his fingers and squeezing them tightly together, the man glanced at the young man for the last time, full of resentment and love that he didn't even notice.

"Don't worry, I will deal with everyone who wants to hurt you."

The hoarse and low voice no longer has the melodious magnetism of the past, but it makes people feel more horrified and fearful.

The figure of the man gradually disappeared, and the original calm in the room was restored.

I don't know how long it took, the sky outside the window was completely dark, and Zhou Yu finally woke up from his sleep.

He sat up and looked at the quilt on his body, with a little doubt in his eyes.

Did he put a quilt on before going to bed?

and……

Zhou Yu looked around the room, his eyes finally stopped at the corner of the room.

I always feel that someone familiar has been here.

Zhou Yu got out of bed, walked to the window and looked at the sky, then turned on the light.

The bright light illuminates the whole room, and every corner is exposed to the light.

Walking to the corner of the room, Zhou Yu looked down at the floor, his green eyes seemed to be a deep pool, which made people unpredictable.

On the floor, a black footprint was extremely eye-catching.

Is it a ghost?

Or is it God?Or both?

Zhou Yu turned his head and picked up the schoolbag beside the bed, and looked at the black handprint on it, which was exactly the same color as the footprint.

As if suddenly thinking of something, Zhou Yu opened his schoolbag and flipped through the contents of the schoolbag.

Textbooks, pencil cases, workbooks for all subjects-everything is there, except for the book with the portrait of the gods, and the few returned letters.

What exactly is going on?

Zhou Yu looked at the black footprints and frowned in distress.

who are you?