Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

[Blood moon hangs high.

This long-closed town is setting off an unprecedented feast of killings.

The archbishop wearing a black robe was nailed to a cross by silverware, and the blood slid down, only to make a scream.

"Ahhh!!!-God-God will condemn you!"

Jie Jie Jie -

"The god is dead--" Morris's long sighs and laughter sounded in the hall with screams.

A blond man stood in front of the archbishop named Emily, his blue eyes with pleasure.

In the audience, countless believers are sinking into their own evil dreams, and they are beginning to kill each other.

The whole villa has been stained with blood.

But for a moment, there was already a sea of ​​corpses.

Karina slashed the rope tied to her wrist with a dagger that fell to the ground, and then looked at the horror in the hall with a shocked face, not knowing what happened.

Her memory only stopped at the moment she was bled.

"God... will escort me... the devil will fall into hell..." Emily, with messy hair and nailed to the cross, stopped looking at the demon in front of her, and continued to recite the teachings.

The god she believes in will share the pain for her.

Seeing such a stubborn Emily, Morris tilted his head and smiled. The next moment, blood was splashing.

The cross was torn apart, and the blood of sin overflowed the whole platform.

Emily, who was still chanting, was left with a scream and groan.

Karina looked at Emily, who was tied to the cross and began to scream, and the man standing in front of her who was charred. She only felt that a fear rising from the deepest part of her heart made her unable to move. .

Where is she now?

Is it a dream-or is it reality?

Morris turned his head and looked at the scared blond girl with a graceful smile.

Shh-the trial has begun.

This will be an extremely grand and never-ending nightmare.

-From "Nightmare"

"Well!"

Zhou Yu, who was busy looking for a place to hide, accidentally touched the sprained foot, and immediately felt a heartache, and his forehead was also pained with some fine sweat.

But all this is tolerable.

Zhou Yu saw that a person with a gun in his hand was approaching here, and he didn't care about the injury on his foot, so he picked up a branch from the ground that was scattered by the explosion and supported him to move forward.

He needs to hide in the house.

The current situation is very unfavorable for him, and staying here is probably only a dead end.

"Quack—" the crow screamed sternly.

Zhou Yu's breathing was stagnant, and he immediately turned to look in the direction of the sound.

The scene of the crow falling to the ground came into view, causing blue veins in Zhou Yu's hands holding the branches.

died.

The gift Morris left him was dead.

But in this dangerous situation, Zhou Yu has no time to continue to be sad.

He gritted his teeth, dragged his numb leg, and walked into the house.

After closing the door, Zhou Yu endured the pain, took out the medicine box next to the entrance, and hid in the bathroom to treat the wound.

After tearing open the fabric on the trouser legs, Zhou Yu frowned as he looked at a purple bump on his ankle.

Now that there is no ice at home for him to apply cold compresses, he can only deal with it urgently and rub some medicine.

He is not a doctor, and he is still not familiar with the treatment of these wounds, especially this kind of sprain-I just hope that he didn't hurt the bones.

Wrapped the wound with gauze and eased the pain in his feet. Zhou Yu felt the tingling pain from his forehead.

It's really windy and rainy.

His forehead was scratched without knowing when, and he kept bleeding.

Zhou Yu looked at the blood-red blood on the palm of his hand, and had to take out the little gauze left and just pressed it on his forehead to stop the bleeding.

boom--!!!

The roar of the explosion came again. This time it was very close, almost across a wall. The sound was loud and it shook Zhou Yu's eardrums a little bit.

It seems that someone shot the house directly.

Zhou Yu blinked and tried to stay awake.

He was a little dizzy because of the blood loss on his forehead and the impact of repeated explosions, and he could barely hear a heavy footstep entering the house.

The scorching smell of the burning house filled the house.

Zhou Yu stood up and stood by the door of the bathroom waiting for someone to come.

He held a knife in his hand, ready to fight to the death.

No matter who the person is, with this ruthless killing technique, there will be no good results in his hands.

But he didn't want to die, how could he just die like this before Morris came back.

The burning fog seeped through the gap in the door, and the strong smell soon made Zhou Yu cough uncontrollably, and his consciousness began to trance.

He quickly soaked the towel in the bathroom and put it on his face to block the smoke.

However, it was too late after all, and the man had discovered his hiding place.

Patter--patter--

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of the bathroom door.

Zhou Yu frowned, and he stared at the door in front of him closely, the knife in his hand shining sharply.

boom--

Another gunshot sounded and the bathroom door was blasted open.

Zhou Yu was knocked to the ground by the impact.

"Ahem!! Damn it!" How many bullets this guy has!

And, what kind of gun is this?How could it be so powerful!

Guns are not uncommon in this small town where guns cannot be prevented, but Zhou Yu has never seen such a gun that is as powerful as explosives.

This kind of extraordinary power is impossible to resist.

A tall figure appeared at the door of the bathroom with the broken door panel, and those eyes that flashed with cold light were full of insensitive killing intent.

"Your name is Zhou Yu, right?"

The cold muzzle was aimed at the weak black-haired boy on the ground.

Warren's fingers were on the trigger, and his voice was so cold that ice dross fell.

"Yes." The black-haired and green-eyed teenager raised his head and responded blankly.

He knew that if he didn't answer, this murderous guy would really pull the trigger.

Warren frowned slightly looking at this cannon fodder supporting role that was very different from the original plot.

He put away the heavy laser gun in his hand and replaced it with an anesthesia gun.

Uh!!!

Zhou Yu only saw another gun in the hand of the man who had hit him once, and then he felt his neck tingle, and soon fell into a coma.

Boom

There was a huge explosion in the house where the fire started. It seemed that there was something inflammable in it. The fire blazed into the sky and shocked people.

With his back to the flame, Warren threw the tightly bound second target into the back of the truck blankly, and locked the door again.

He looked down at the time on his watch.

It's almost one o'clock.

He needs to speed up.

At noon.

A general assembly is being held in the quiet villa.

The middle-aged woman with a face of compassion sat on the main seat and said loudly: "Everyone, I decided to hold a ceremony tonight to worship the gods!"

The believers sitting at the long table were suddenly in an uproar.

"What? But, what about that demon? My daughter still can't wake up because of it!"

A man in a suit and leather shoes stood up and looked at the woman Emily in the main seat with some excitement.

Emily smiled and said, "Don't worry, your daughter Annie will be freed tonight, and the blood of the Son will make her redeem."

The man in the suit and leather shoes was a little suspicious: "Holy Son? Where's the Son?"

"Archbishop, you haven't told us the truth until now. What is going on with that demon? We are entangled by it now. Only your necklace can save us temporarily, but can we only rely on such a necklace for a lifetime? ?"

Another believer began to refute, and the rest of the believers also silently looked at the archbishop.

After all, since the last fire from heaven, they have really been afraid of this kind of sacrificial ceremony.

Coupled with the fact that since then, they have been entangled by the demon in the dream, and the believers who are in deep fear have even shaken their faith in the gods.

The smile on Emily's face froze, and then a smile appeared, "Of course not. After this sacrifice, the devil will disappear forever, so we won't have to worry about it anymore."

"As for the Son, he is the most suitable candidate I have found with great difficulty."

A good friend of her son who should be in hell forever, really fits perfectly.

"His blood will wash away the devil's curse, and by then everything will come to an end."

"Believers, don't be confused by the devil. The gods will always protect you. I only hope that you will not let the gods down."

Emily showed a sad expression and bowed her head in prayer.

Seeing this scene, several believers who had shaken their faith immediately showed expressions of extreme shame.

A gleam of light flashed in Emily's drooping eyes, and she continued: "Tonight, it will be the day of judgment for everything."

"Everything will be finally judged!"

Al, the white-haired man sitting in the corner blankly squeezed the pen that he was holding in his palm.

The plot has changed more and more, the situation is not good.

"Jie Jie Jie--really?" A hoarse voice sounded in this spacious meeting room, full of malice.

"Then I will start my trial too, so let's start now, without delaying your trial in the evening-Jie Jie Jie Jie!!!"

Wanton and rampant laughter reverberated over the room, digging into the hearts of everyone with fear.

"How is this possible..." Al accidentally squeezed the pen in his palm, revealing an expression of incredible horror.

Emily's necklace has not been contaminated by the heroine's blood. It stands to reason that Morris should still be afraid of this place.

Being able to break in so easily, it seems that Morris is stronger than the original plot...

Al sat on the seat with his head down, making it difficult to see his expression, but the intersecting, tightly clenched hands showed his violent inner fluctuations.

He felt that the mission this time, I'm afraid it's more unfortunate.

"Before the trial, let's play a game~" Morris appeared again with a playful voice, accompanied by people's screams one after another.

"No!-let us go out!" The believer in suit and leather shoes desperately slapped the door of the conference room.

However, the door of the room that was not locked at the moment seemed to be welded to death, and he couldn't open it no matter how he tapped it.

"Oh, it seems someone wants to quit the game halfway through?"

Morris sounded with a bit of surprise, and other panicked believers immediately approached the door with hope, hoping to be allowed to quit the "game".

Snap-a blast.

The man who hit the door was gone, leaving only a pool of minced meat and internal organs on the spot, and blood splattered all the people who had approached him.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Help! Help! Come on!"

"Quick! Call the police station! Quick!"

The screams resounded throughout the conference room, making people feel that their eardrums were tingling, but no one could control their voices under such circumstances.

Everyone is screaming, hoping to release their inner fear in this way.

"Jie Jie Jie~ You can't quit, this is a game of life or death, am I right? Mother"

Hearing this, Emily, who was sitting on the main seat and praying silently, opened her eyes and said loudly, "Everyone--don't be fooled by the devil! We are believers of God! It can't hurt us!"

The believers who had turned into a pan of porridge gradually calmed down, and all looked at Archbishop Emily with a calm face.

"As long as we work together, we won't get hurt--" As she said, Emily raised the necklace she was holding tightly in her hand, and as it did countless times in the past, the necklace began to shine with a strange black color.

Only this time, it was slightly different.

A man with burnt marks appeared behind Emily, and his sharp claws pierced Emily's chest and abdomen.

"Ah!!!-can't... can..." Emily opened her bloodshot eyes wide, her face full of incredible expression.

The black ghost gripped Emily's neck, so she could no longer make a bewitching declaration.

The necklace in her hand also fell to the ground, no longer lustrous.

Morris turned his blue eyes to Emily, with a grin on his face, ghastly and terrifying.

"My dear mother, how about you be the witness of the game and the trial."

"Well, let me think about it, where would you sit better?" Morris looked at the fear in the eyes of the once indifferent and ruthless woman, and his smile became even more mad. "Why not just be there, the vision is best. Jie Jie--"

Morris looked at the cross standing on the wall directly opposite the conference room.

In the next second, Emily appeared on the wall of the conference room.

Her hands and feet were pierced by silver nails, showing the posture of a sacrificial, blood flowing continuously, flowing into a pool of blood under the cross.

Her abdomen was also penetrated by silverware, revealing the bloody internal organs.

"Then, the witness is ready. Where are the players participating in the game? Are you ready?" The blond-haired man narrowed his faint blue eyes, revealing a grinning smile.

The believers, who were trembling with fright, stared blankly at the archbishop who was hung on the wall and wailed, and his spirits were on the verge of collapse.