[Ghost stories of rules + folklore horror + swallowing evolution]
Countdown to 00:09:47, three sticks of red incense burn more fiercely than paper money!
Outside the car window, a toll collector wearing a mask was chewing on a human leg, and brains were dripping from the gaps between his fangs onto the steering wheel.
Car radio blasts rules of death:
❶ Stare at Nuo's face for more than ten seconds, your eyes belong to me
❷ If you don't reach the Nuo temple before the incense burns out, you will be used as firewood
I stepped on the accelerator and hit the railing. Black maggots spelled out a countdown in red letters in the rearview mirror.
The younger sister in the passenger seat had her eyes covered with gray and whispered softly:
"Brother, it says the next scene... Boil the double."
In desperate situation, I picked up the wrench and smashed the living corpse Tianling Cap——
Ice needles penetrated my veins, and an inhumanly shrill laugh rolled out of my throat:
"I'll reward you with your face - how about your soul disappearing?!"
Devouring the pollution of rules, I become crazier and stronger!
But when the lid of the pot of boiling water in the Nuo temple is lifted...
The tumbling head actually has my face!
On the back of my sister's neck, the "safe Nuo noodles" I prayed for with my own hands have grown into the flesh and bones and turned into a coffin.
The bloody theater ticket burned in the palm of my hand:
Final Act: "Parricide to Become a God"
She stood on tiptoe and handed over the bone razor, her childish voice mixed with the howling of an evil spirit:
"Kill me and you will live..."
——Then swallow up all the filth of this Nuo drama and step on the divine corpse
Take back the soul that calls me brother!
