Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

[Mary, who was hit in the head, shook her body, but did not fall down.

She continued to look at Karina in front of her, something in her throat seemed to be blocking her trachea, and her voice was low and hoarse: "Karina, don't you—hey, check it down..."

Karina trembled while holding the gun, and tried her best to maintain her composure: "I have to do this. All these sins should be over!"

Hearing that, Mary's twisted and damaged head suddenly swelled up with an inexplicable lump, and her entire face was completely unrecognizable.

"Then my present is your future-this is the punishment of the gods!"

boom--

In an instant, Mary's head exploded.

Fortunately, Karina quickly hid behind the sofa to avoid being contaminated by the blood.

Soon, everything was calm.

Karina stood up and looked at the dirty blood, her expression a little sad.

She reached out and held a necklace on her neck, hoping that the necklace presented by the priest would give her more courage.

At this moment, the door of this originally quiet house was forcefully opened.

Karina, who was still sad just now, had not had time to raise her gun, and the next second she was struck by an anesthetic needle in her neck.

She fell heavily, a vague white light before her eyes.

who is it?

The last thing she heard before she fell into a coma was a man's gruff voice: "Master Bishop, we have found the saint."

In a daze, she remembered the name of the sect in the notebook-the holy sect.

In the spooky house, a few men dressed as bodyguards stood up the blond girl who had collapsed on the ground, and then left the house.

After a long time, there was a low laugh in the empty house.

Jie Jie Jie-the day of judgment has come.

-From "Nightmare"

The black-haired and green-eyed teenager looked at the driver in the driving seat ahead blankly. His bright green eyes were gloomy.

"Please slow down."

The driver looked at the teenager sitting in the back seat in the rearview mirror of the car. In this deep rainy night, for a while, he really felt a sense of fear.

A few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he reduced his speed obediently and drove more smoothly.

Seeing that young man remove those gloomy green eyes, the driver exhaled the air held in his chest nervously.

It's strange to say that he has been in the industry for so many years, and he has never seen any big winds and waves, but he is frightened by such a little boy who has no hair.

Although thinking so in my heart, the driver still drove as honestly as a quail, and there were no more moths.

Wordless all the way.

The frightened driver deliberately maintained a steady speed in order to appease the weird boy behind, but fortunately, this small town is not big, so he soon reached Zhou Yu's door.

Zhou Yu got out of the car, walked to the driver's door, and handed the money to the driver.

The driver took Zhou Yu's money with dodge eyes, then quickly started the car and left here.

Zhou Yu watched the taxi go away, snorted softly, turned around and took out the key to open the door.

As soon as he entered the house, Zhou Yu found that it was very dark, with no light at all.

Turning on the light, Zhou Yu saw a figure in the living room.

It was a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, covered in fat and pale skin.

He gasped hard, and he had a bag of white powder on his side.

"Ho ho—help me ho ho—" There was a weird voice in his throat, and his eyes were full of despair.

Zhou Yu blinked, and sat on the chair opposite him with a calm expression, just watching him moan in pain.

"I saw you got this from a car in the afternoon." Zhou Yu picked up the bag of powder and observed it carefully. "I thought you were cured. I want to come now because of this."

"Back to light?"

Zhou Yu looked at the white powder remaining at the corner of Eugene's mouth, pinched his chin thoughtfully, and said, "Perhaps not. You look like you are dying now, but you obviously can live a long time ago."

"It seems that you suck too much."

Eugene widened his eyes with a sullen face, and murmured vaguely: "Ho ho--you err bastard! Hurry up! Take me to the ho hospital!"

Zhou Yu's grandmother's green eyes were unhappy. He threw the bag of powder into the trash can and said, "It's a pity, your favorite god's blessing will kill you."

He knew very well that the curse on the painting was far from killing people—he didn't want to kill people because he hadn't heard about his mother.

Obviously, Eugene, who is now in this shape, is purely self-inflicted.

"I will ask you one last time. Do you know where my mother and your wife are?" Zhou Yu stood up coldly, staring motionlessly at Eugene's sluggish eyes.

Eugene began to foam at the mouth, and his consciousness began to become unconscious: "Who, that bitch, her bitch, dare to take my money and not let me buy alcohol, bitch!"

Zhou Yu frowned, his eyes a little colder.

He should have known that this guy had never realized his fault, this scum.

"Ha, ho ho damn bitch, you deserve to be sacrificed! You still dare to report the archbishop, you bitch haha!" Eugene's eyes have begun to lose focus, he looked at the empty void, as if I saw the bitch who had been controlling him back then.

Zhou Yu clenched his fists abruptly, his breathing became a little unstable.

Sacrifice.

archbishop.

These words always remind him of something unfavorable.

"When I was young, you always put me in a closet, saying that you wanted to teach me to be independent. In fact, I know, it's just that you think it is troublesome to take care of me." Zhou Yu looked at the dejected man on the sofa blankly. "Later, you began to indulge in the blessings of those so-called gods, beating and scolding me at every turn, and sometimes it is light for me to be hungry for two or three days.

"Once, I almost died because of the glass bottle you smashed on my head."

Zhou Yu recalled the self who was too scared to cry in his memory, and felt a deep anger while feeling strange.

"..."

Looking at the man who was already talking nonsense, Zhou Yu calmed his breath and turned around to leave the living room.

He has understood the truth of everything, although it is cruel.

"No, save me—help me ho ho! I will take you to your mother tomorrow! Ho—in the villa—"

Behind him, Eugene continued to make a low cry for help.

Zhou Yu ignored the man who tried to deceive him at this point and returned to his room without looking back.

Closing the door, Zhou Yu wiped away the teardrops on his face, changed clothes and washed as usual, and finally lay on the bed to rest.

He looked at the starry sky outside the window in the darkness, and his eyes, as beautiful as emeralds, were full of complex emotions.

After a long while, he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The night is deep, and the whole town has entered a sweet dreamland, only the villa that has been kept secret is still brightly lit.

Inside the room.

The white-haired man Al looked at the brawny Valen standing beside him, and asked, "What do you think of this plan? Is it difficult?"

Warren looked at the list projected on the watch and shook his head blankly: "Don't worry, Al, these students are very weak, I will bring them back smoothly."

The red-haired Milo also cheered for Valen with excitement: "Come on, big guy! The hope of our team depends on you!"

Warren looked at Milo, who was like a child and seemed to never grow up. He had a gentler eye: "It's not that exaggerated. In fact, it is not that important whether these people are or not. We can kill one of them to complete the task. ."

Milo smiled and said, "Don't bluff me, captain, uh, well, Al just told me that those guys who play tricks in the plot do not have the appetite of the main god, and they still have to look at the heavy supporting roles! "

Hearing this, Warren smiled helplessly, and lowered his head again to confirm the list.

Obviously, he also knows these truths.

Name: Johnny Joyce, Zhou Yu, Kenny Jessles, Vincent Fergus

"Then Al, I'll go back to the room and rest first, lest that Emily be suspicious." Warren put away the projection on the watch and said to the white-haired man Al.

Al nodded and said, "Okay, let's go first. Thank you for your hard work. Try to follow the plan as much as possible. It is best to finish the matter in these two days. After all, the judgment day will come in a few days. Up."

Warren nodded, and then left the room.

Several other team members in the room also left after Warren left, and in the end only Al was left to rest.

Elle loosened his necktie, feeling a little dry, and reached out to the tea cup on the table next to him.

Crackling--

The teacup broke apart, and the fragments plunged into his arm, dripping with blood.

Al frowned and pulled out the fragments directly.

He has been tempered for a long time, naturally he will not be afraid of these pains, but he still feels inner anxiety, as if something very bad will happen.

He comes from a higher planet in the interstellar world, and his race is born with a perception of danger, and sometimes even things such as broken cups will happen directly as a warning to the sky.

This is also one of the important reasons why he can lead this team all the way to the top of the reincarnation space-sometimes this seemingly insignificant perception of danger can save the entire team.

And now, he felt a great sense of threat, the same as before facing the bosses who were about to kill him in other worlds.

This world is getting more and more dangerous.

Al sent a message to the members of the team to make them pay more attention, and then stood by the French window with a sad face, looking at the lonely forest outside.

"I hope everything goes well this time."

He sighed helplessly.

Early in the morning, Zhou Yu woke up very early, and was awakened by a sound of "boom".

He opened his eyes and looked at the crow still pecking at the window.

The red-eyed crow saw him waking up, and immediately stopped pecking at the window, behaving like a kid who had done something wrong, making people laugh.

A smile appeared on Zhou Yu's pale face. He got up, put on a coat at random, and then opened the window.

The crow on the windowsill was not disturbed by his actions, but still stared at Zhou Yu directly, as if he couldn't see enough.

Zhou Yu slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the smooth fur crow's back.

"Are you hungry?" The black-haired and green-eyed teenager looked down at the crow, his dark green eyes were full of crows.

The young man squinted his eyes, and a fascinating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His pale face looked very beautiful under the shining sun of the morning.

The crow stretched its wings and plunged into the boy's arms.

Zhou Yu held the crow in his arms, a little startled.

He had never seen a crow so fearless.