My House of Horrors

Countless memories poured into his mind, and the old man's head cracked, but his eyes were calm.

Vessels gushed out of the ground and walls, entangled his body, and the old man remained motionless, still standing in front of the glass container.

The blood vessels burst into his body and swung beneath his skin, like a little blue snake crawling towards his brain.

Tight and numb, just looking pain, but the old man didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows.

Chen Gong wanted to help the elderly, but he was now unable to protect himself. The monster with his face dug out crawled into the door, and a man with obvious marks of suture penetrated the room and grabbed him from the gap.

“You have to hold on, old man! ”

That blood vessel ended up in the old man's brain, but unlike previous times, the old man's eyes were not immediately occupied by blood filaments, and he remained awake.

The blue-faced blood vessels, the pain that is often unimaginable, but the old man endures the pain and stands next to the glass container where the general teacher is kept.

He was not tall, he stood up straight, as if nothing in the world could defeat him.

Visceral organs on the walls beat wildly, and the vertical and staggered blood vessels on the ceiling swelled in a circle, and blood ran in, and countless blood filaments poured in from the outside.

The bloody world did not expect such an accident, and it was trying to remedy it.

More and more blood vessels are coming out of every corner of the room, and the scene is like hell.

The old man looked too thin in comparison to the vascular mass that seemed endless, and he was like a stunning reef in a storm.

More blood vessels went into his body, but the old man seemed to be blind to them, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Standing in the distance, Chen Gong only saw the old man's eyes staring straight at the glass container.

His eyes were complicated by the fact that his body was about to be torn apart by blood vessels, but the elderly did not care. His palms were attached to cold glass containers.

Desire for life, but he is not afraid of death.

“Turns out I should be in here. ”

Living like a dew, dying like a star, the old man finally remembered everything about himself, his hands held tight and a low howl in his throat.

His eyes sparkled with unprecedented brightness after the pain and suffering had been cast out of his head.

His whole body was raised and his dry, thin body became a little scary, but his expression was really that kind, and no one would have expected this harsh stubborn old man to have the same side.

He removed his gaze from the glass container and shook his head gently: "What the hell are those bastards thinking? I didn't donate my body to be put in the showroom as an exhibit, too much! When I get out of here, I'm going to blame them! ”

With a hint of anger in his voice, the old man suffered tremendous pain and recovered all his memories.

The blood vessels found in his body could not affect the elderly, he worked harder, the whole room was shaking, the organs on the walls, and the blood vessels on the top of his head were cracking, dripping blood everywhere.

Standing in the bloody rain, the old man kept the same position and could see that he was enduring tremendous pain, but he was not wearing soft clothes and even had a little contempt in his eyes!

The bloody world and the will of the elderly, using the body of the elderly as a battlefield, are engaged in a vicious battle in which no one else can participate at all.

Chen Guo can't help, he can only stay behind the door, hold the door panel, and don't let the “security guards" interfere with the elderly.

Tightened his teeth, Chen Jing also exhausted his efforts. A crack appeared in the wall next to the door panel, blood seeped from the organs above, and the epidermis wrinkled. Finally, it slowly fell off as if it were a leaf in autumn.

The gap in the wall was getting bigger and bigger, and not long after, one of the guards extended his arm and head in.

His stomach cracked open and he gasped heavily.

After seeing Chan Song, the panting became more impatient, as if the bulimic had discovered his favorite food.

“Boom!”

The door trembled, and the two monsters stormed the door like crazy.

The situation on Chen Gong's side of the crisis, the old man's side also reached the most critical moment.

Visceral organs on the walls have now begun to fail due to intense agitation, and a blood vessel on the ceiling has swelled to its limits, but even then the will of the elderly has not been defeated.

Compared to those ugly veins, the old man seemed insignificant, but he blocked the consciousness of the bloody world.

A brief lifetime passes through the mind, and the eyes of the elderly become brighter.

The blood vessels finally endured their limits, with more and more cracks on them, and finally cracked open.

It rained blood in the house, and the fleshy room quickly faded away, and the veins wrapped around the old man lost their vitality, as if they had fallen to the ground like dead vines.

“But so. ”

The old man stepped on a dry vein and his will was like a diamond.

As the elderly forced the blood vessels in the house to burst and protect their memories, the layer of blood film on Chen Gong's body surface also broke quietly.

An intense, bloody air poured into his nostrils, and Chen Song took a deep breath, his whole body was comfortable!

It's like he's been holding it in the water for a long time, and he finally comes out of the water, and that pleasant feeling can't be shaped!

The door was knocked down, the monster tried to squeeze in from various places, the flesh-split body was torn and torn apart, and an arm was grabbed towards Chan Song.

The back has been seismic, looking at the monster close by, but Chen Sing's face smiled.

He knew that from this moment on, he was no longer alone in the battle.

By pressing the repeater switch, when the sand current sounded, Chen Guo grabbed the broken head hammer and opened the door of the morgue.

“Xu Yin! ”

The shadow of the orangutan appeared beside him. Xu Yan's cold eyes were filled with monsters who stared close to Chen Song. The red coat dripped blood and ten fingers spread out like a sharp knife.

At this point, a third wheeze sounded in the hallway, and the more monsters gathered.

“Flesh is everything, deformities and distortions everywhere, and I've always lived in a place like this.” The old man recovered his memories. He no longer saw the false world. In just a few seconds, he understood everything quickly, combining different memories before and after death.

Walking next to Chan Song, the old man whispered, “Let's leave first, I know a way out, there are a lot of monsters here, there is no need to touch them. ”

Moving his body, Chen Gong broke the membrane and felt free. He looked at the monsters who sent him to the door and had no intention of escaping.

“The more the monsters get together, the later they won't be able to walk.” The old man is calm.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it.” Chen Gong put the white cat in his backpack aside, took out the comic book, and then a figure appeared around him: “Only compared to the number of people, I haven't really been afraid of anyone! ”