My House of Horrors

Chapter 581: The Familiar Odor, I'm Gonna Eat Him!

“So hungry, want to eat him, eat all of them. Let them be something in my belly, let them be my nourishment. ”

The man looked at the sky, at the red eye hiding in the shadows.

“You're looking at me too, aren't you? Don't hide anymore. I've seen you. You're right around me, you're looking at my body, trying to eat me. You want to eat me, too. But why not follow your instincts? What are you afraid of? Come out, come out! Everybody out! ”

The noise grew louder and louder, the man was howling all over the street, he was not afraid of anything, and he seemed not to be afraid of that emotion at all.

Red streets, blood, ticks, ticks on the ground.

There's a pile of rotten meat and moss in the alley, hidden in the sewer pipe with red eyes, and in the shadow of no light in the corner of the wall.

A strange, horrible thing to come out of.

They can no longer be described simply in terms of terror or intimidation. It's not bloody, it's not just killing a lot of people, it's killing a lot of things, it's the aura you can have.

They are not human beings. They cannot be human beings at all. They should live behind doors.

They are lives by the door, monsters living in nightmares, encroaching on negative energy, feeding on the negative emotions of living people.

They don't have fixed shapes. Unlike people. Body limbs. all distorted into incredible angles. If you have to describe it, it's like the scene of a car crash, crushed to the bottom of a car, dragged out a body dozens of meters away.

They can't be called people, or so on. They have simply eroded the negative emotions left by so many living people that they have become human shapes. Has the same thoughts as humans and falls in love with this delicious food.

“Is not waiting for me. You guys weren't planned long ago. Put me on the table tonight. Let me be your main course. I saw the knives and forks you were ready for. I see your greedy eyes. I saw you swallow, I saw your throats tremble with excitement. ”

The man shouted like crazy and didn't hide, just standing there waiting for something to surround him.

“Do you think I'll be scared?” A man holds his lover's head gently and his expression is intoxicating.

“I like the feeling that I'm obsessed with death, admiring madness, between hysteria, crying, growling. You can shout out everything you dare not say when you are born. Here, I can do anything I want. No more cover-ups, no more hiding. I can make toys out of living people's limbs, and I can lift my skull and look at my soul. Then present yourself as a gift. ”

“A lot of people think I'm crazy, but what does it matter if I'm crazy or not? ”

“I used to be a doctor, but what good is a doctor who can't even cure himself? ”

The head held in his hand slowly lowered, the man's eyes filled with blood silk, he looked at the closer and closer monster, the smile on his face could no longer be contained, the corners of his mouth split to both sides, flesh torn apart, revealing a terrible smile.

“Now I'm supposed to be a gourmet. The biggest hobby is eating, tasting everything you see, stuffing everything in your stomach. ”

A numb-haired laugh coming out of a man's mouth.

He was surrounded by all the monsters, but he didn't panic at all. It's like it's not him that's surrounded, it's the monsters.

“It's time for another favorite meal. Well, as far as I'm concerned, is it better to eat, or is it better to eat? Forget it, it's all the same. They all turned out to be part of me. ”

The man's tone was morbidly insane, but he was qualified to say that, because his strength had reached a frightening point.

As he spoke to himself, his bloody doctor's uniform continued to exudate blood.

A thick chain of myriad blood filaments protruded from behind him, turning him into a monster with countless giant tails.

Blood condensation, he looks like a giant ghost who was engraved on the door of Chan Sing Ghost.

“Everything in the world is different, only people are strange, and I can't imagine what people are up against. I used to think it was ghosts against people, but I didn't realize it until I turned into ghosts. It turns out people are not ghosts, but gods! The god who rules everything! ”

A large chain swept across the block.

Blood filaments, after touching the ghost, keep splitting apart. It's like a snake with its own mind, burrowing into their bodies, rooted in their hearts, drawing nutrients from their bodies.

Screaming in all directions of the street. The bodies of those monsters dried up at visible speeds.

Listening to the howl in his ear, the man laughed loudly. He smiled and cracked the corner of his mouth into his ear. He smiled and wept!

But he laughed like he didn't notice at all, like all the pain, and everything that couldn't be undone could come out of that smile.

“Not enough, not enough! I haven't eaten enough! I'm starving. I'm going to eat them all. I'm going to eat everyone who wants to eat me! ”

Hysterical laughter came out of his cracked mouth again.

Blood runs down the wound, and nobody knows what happened to him here. Nobody knows why he's like this. But one thing is certain: he is alive, alive in a way that is even more incomprehensible and full of destruction.

Blood stained his teeth, and he dragged countless monsters behind his back.

A chain runs through the bodies of those monsters.

He dragged those monsters towards the end of the road.

At the corner of the street, there's a burnt building.

The building was a dozen stories tall and looked inside through a broken window, and the door to a room in the building was not bloody red.

Blood red on the half and normal brown on the half. You know, in this bloody city, you rarely see any color other than the black of destruction, the bloody red of symbols, and the gray of despair.

“Right behind that door, I smell a familiar smell. It smells so good! I want to eat him! Bit his head a little bit, chew his bones, and taste the real food! ”

The man dragged countless ghosts and parked next to the burned building.

He looked up and stood on the top floor of the building, a man wrapped in red.

The man was also measuring the man in the doctor's uniform.