Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

[In the brightly lit underground hall, countless decent gentlemen and ladies in suits and leather shoes during the day gathered in the most spacious hall of the hall with all their faces, shouting: "Hurray! Samael!"

They all wore a mysterious mask on their faces. The masks were not big enough to cover the upper half of their faces.

But even with masks, their crazy and excited eyes hidden under the masks make people scared to see.

They stared closely at the huge altar in the middle of the hall, forgetting the original restraint and etiquette, but kept screaming, as if expecting something to come.

Above the altar, a young man who was tied to a cross was horrified.

His golden hair has become messy in the constant struggle, and this originally cheerful and handsome boy has gradually lost hope under the betrayal of his relatives.

A white silk cloth was tied to his mouth to block all his pleadings and curses.

"Well! Wu Wuwu!" Juvenile blue eyes getting infected with hatred, he looked at the audience a myriad of so-called celebrities, gloomy eyes and Henli.

He kept every face in his heart.

One day, he will make each of them pay the price they deserve!

A kind middle-aged woman wearing a black robe with a false face stood on the stage and signaled to everyone: "Quiet! Everyone! Today, it will be the day our master, the almighty god Samael, was born. I hope you They are all ready to welcome their master! Holy Samael! Immortal Samael! Let us cheer! Believers!"

After all, the middle-aged woman lit the torch in her hand and lifted the torch high.

Boom-the flame completely ignited the cross. The young man who was still struggling stopped moving. He bit his lip tightly and refused to let out a scream.

Every inch of his skin was licked by the flames, and the pain continued to his nerve endings.

He felt the pain in his body, and his blue eyes were gradually dyed with a terrifying bloodthirsty color.

boom--

Ahhhhh!!!

The flame crossed the edge of the altar and burned the nearest believers into flames, and screams resounded throughout the hall.

But in an instant, the entire clubhouse turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The flames of this hell carry all the anger and hatred, and will never stop.

-From "Nightmare"

There was a rustle of pages turning in the quiet room.

Zhou Yu opened the book borrowed from the library, sliding his fingertips on the rough paper, searching for the content he wanted.

Soon, a portrait of the hell demon came into view.

In the center of the pitch-black background, a flame-burning devil was tied to a wooden frame, wailing and neighing.

A pair of wings ignited by flames spread out behind the devil. The originally white feathers were scattered, and they were gradually stained with dark flames, with an exceptionally cruel beauty.

At the bottom of the picture is written the name of the devil-Samel, the demon god of anger and vengeance.

Legend has it that the fallen angel who betrayed the Lord of All Things, the Lord of Light, and Lord of Hell—Samael.

Zhou Yu looked at the picture carefully, and then began to depict the appearance of the demon god on the spare notebook.

The sound of the pen nib across the paper was endless. I don't know how long it took before Zhou Yu finally stopped the pen in his hand.

The long black curly hair of the Demon God occupies most of the screen, giving a sense of depression.

Zhou Yu could not depict the face of the demon god, just as in the legend, covering his face with a layer of shadow and flame, only a pair of deep eyes shining with gloomy light.

In this legend, the demon god who ruled all the fears in the world took a huge sickle in his hand and was shrouded in a black robe, and the shadow covered a large blank area on the screen.

Zhou Yu looked at the Demon God on the paper, and his emerald-like beautiful eyes matched the extremely gloomy eyes of the Demon God.

It would be fine if there were pigments, Zhou Yu frowned in distress.

In that way, he can paint the eyes of the demon god his favorite blue.

Just like Morris...

Zhou Yu tore the painting from the notebook, his eyes flashed when he looked at this uncomfortable portrait of the god.

Maybe something really went wrong with his head, he felt that this demon was very similar to Morris.

how is this possible?

If Samael symbolizes all the sins in this world and is the destination of all sin karma, then Morris is the kind of angel who is born to hold wine for the God of Light. His heart is always pure as an angel, sometimes Make him feel ashamed and guilty of his own despicability.

Zhou Yu walked out of the room and found that the cheap father Eugene was still asleep, so he walked to the master bedroom next door and stuffed the portrait of the god in his hand on the bedside table.

After doing all this, Zhou Yu looked at the room that was still nothing unusual, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a strange smile.

Good night, sweet dreams, my father-Eugene.

The black-haired boy walked out of the large but messy master bedroom without expression.

For a long time, a cloud of invisible black smoke emanated from the bedside table and silently enveloped the man sleeping in the living room.

The heavy breathing of the man stagnated, and then became even more uniform, but there was an invisible black mist between the eyebrows.

The sky seemed to be burnt with blood and red.

Zhou Yu looked up at the sky and walked blankly on the empty street. The hard soles of his shoes touched the unusually flat asphalt ground, making pattering footsteps.

He is dreaming, he knows it well.

In this dream, there is no one, only himself.

In fact, he rarely dreams. This is his first dream in two weeks. It is still such a strange dream.

The sky was stained red, and all the houses in the town were stained with the traces of time and dilapidated.

Only one tarmac avenue that runs through the entire town is exceptionally straight, as if someone had specially paved it.

The flow of time in the dream is very strange. He walked on this peculiar avenue, observing the surrounding scene aimlessly.

He felt that he had been away for countless years, but in fact he hadn't even left this small town.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

A scream cut through the blood-red sky.

Zhou Yu's eardrums were a bit aching due to the scream, he closed his eyes unbearably, and it took a long time to relax.

who is it?

Will there be such a noisy person in his dream?

Zhou Yu opened his eyes again, and the scene had changed.

He came to the interior of a dilapidated abandoned factory.

There were bloodstains everywhere in the rusty iron frame corridor.

The scarlet blood footprints stretched from the corridor in front of Zhou Yu to the far corner.

He followed the guidance of his footprints and came to a furnace.

The huge iron pot was full of red-hot iron slurry. Zhou Yu stood on the iron bridge made of steel above the furnace, looking down at the burning flames, and even the black hair was greeted by the paving. The heat wave burned a little curled.

"Let me go! Please! Ahhhhhhhh!" The screams sounded again, and the pain and begging contained in it made people feel extremely miserable.

"Jie Jie Jie~ Seriously, dear Paul, you are suitable to practice the tenor, what a standard scream, listen to it, it's so pitiful, oh, I really want to sympathize with you, really!" Another hoarse and low voice The voice sounded, but it made people feel extremely evil.

"But, you shouldn't hurt him, you goddamn bitch Paul!" The hoarse voice that was still contrived became deeper, and the anger was undoubtedly revealed.

"Now, take a good hot bath, oh, take a good wash, maybe I will forgive you!" The man's voice became full of evil taste again.

The scorched man clasped the human neck with sharp claws, placed him on the furnace, and looked at him maliciously and screamed for mercy.

"No, no, no! Don't throw me down, please, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

His legs kept struggling, trying to escape the fate of being thrown into the flames.

But unfortunately, the devil never has extra sympathy.

His screams quickly disappeared in a piece of iron slurry that was burning red and hot.

Patter-a soft sound is very harsh in this empty factory.

It turned out that Zhou Yu accidentally kicked a broken iron block and kicked it into the furnace below.

The man in a school uniform that didn't fit well turned his head in an instant, and the figure of a black-haired teenager entered his vision.

The young grandmother's green eyes were staring straight at him, and her pale cheeks were a little more ruddy against the firelight.

The boy looked at his face, tilted his head in doubt, his bright red lips moved slightly, and asked softly: "Morris?"

"NO, no!" The man's scarred face disappeared instantly, leaving him completely at a loss.

"I don't know who you are talking about!"

Bell-the alarm clock rang.

Zhou Yu opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling in the room.

He woke up.

Sitting up from the bed, Zhou Yu looked at the unclear sky outside the window, his pale face was a little wet with sweat, and the hair on his forehead was glued to his face, showing a slight fragility.

Was everything a dream just now?

In the morning, the icy fog has not cleared, and some students have begun to enter the school one after another.

"Ahhh!!!" The scream cut across the sky.

Someone found that Paul, a famous football player in the school, was hurting people everywhere with a knife. He was still screaming crazy about the death of a god and the resurrection of the devil. People couldn't help frowning when they heard it.

In this small religious town with a strong religious atmosphere, any words that are disrespectful to the gods can only appear in private, otherwise they will only be treated as lunatics and caught in a lunatic asylum.

The whistle of the police car sounded, and Paul, who was completely mad, was soon caught in the car.

Next, they will send this guy who deliberately hurt others and insulted the gods into a lunatic asylum for reform after interrogation.

Zhou Yu stood on the side of the road, watching the police car drive away from the school gate, his eyes moved slightly.

He remembered the dream of last night, the guy who fell into the furnace and screamed constantly.

However, it is just a dream, what does it have to do with these?

Zhou Yu retracted his gaze, turned and entered the campus.