Then, I felt like there was a sharp blade, sawing back and forth under my neck.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't find his own voice in mid-air. He only felt that the shout just now seemed to have torn his eardrums.
Then, his eyes went dark.
In the haze, there seemed to be layers of blood mist rising from the ground, then swirling, spinning, and disappearing.
I started running.
Slowly at first, then faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and faster!
Finally, I stopped.
Sweat dripped down his forehead. The imaginary beast seemed to have restrained its fangs and the vines stopped climbing. However, the unforgettable fear shrouded his heart like smoke and dust and never dissipated for a long time.
I stood there and suddenly felt a warmth on my face.
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