Black Robe Begins: I release evil ghosts in the world of American comics

The moment the attacker began to escape, Lin Ying had already sensitively sensed the opponent's movements.

He twisted his neck 180 degrees and smiled evilly at the reserved position. An upright bloody gash opened on his forehead, and a bloodshot, red eye that was still rolling around jumped out of it.

There is nothing in the naked eye, but in the sight of the third eye, there is a dark mist, and the gaze hidden in it.

The attacker's gaze.

When their eyes met, the nightmare sequence ability was instantly activated through the third eye.

This is Lin Ying's nightmare that he started building simultaneously from the moment he built the wall of consciousness.

"What the hell, it seems like it can see me?"

To the attacker, the target looks like a ghost.

He cursed subconsciously, and then he looked at the third eye, and then he felt an irresistible force, following the illusory line of sight, arrogantly breaking into his head.

"Damn it, it's the cripple, he's here too? No, it's not him, it's this target who also has mind control ability! Still wrong, this isn't mind control, this is...where? And what is this, Fake!"

The attacker felt his vision blurred, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed completely.

This is a large and empty room without any furniture or household items. The only thing that exists is a well.

As soon as he saw the well, the other person instinctively felt that the hair on his head stood on end, as if something terrible was about to happen.

At this moment, he suddenly heard some strange sounds.

It seemed like there was something hiding in the distance, grinding its teeth, which was the edge of the room. The strange thing was that the closer to the edge, the more the room seemed to be in a trance, as if it was somewhere between reality and reality.

There were several meows coming from the top of the head. It sounded like a night cat meowing, and it seemed to express some meaning.

There was someone singing outside, but the singing was so weird that he felt like he was freezing.

"This damn place..."

The attacker reacted quickly and immediately started looking for a way to escape, only to find that this room didn't even have a window, not to mention a door.

Do you want to drill that well?

With doubts, he cast his gaze over again, but was shocked to find that a wet, pale hand had been stretched out from the well at some point.

Then there is a head that is completely covered by messy long hair, with a few pale green water plants tangled in the long hair.

The owner of this head is struggling to pull out his other hand. Because the well mouth is too narrow, its body is undergoing a series of horrific changes such as fractures and twists.

But it still crawled out of it full. It seemed to be in pain and exhausted. After crawling out, it crawled there and panted for a while.

Looking at the figure, she is a woman, dressed in white, with good curves.

The attacker quickly controlled his random thoughts. At this moment, he heard the meowing of the cat above him getting louder and louder.

I looked up distractedly, only to find that another floor had appeared in this empty room. At the entrance of the stairs, a pale child with a hint of blue was squatting there, speaking with a dull and stiff expression. Staring at him with cold eyes.

That kind of look didn't seem like a living person, let alone looking at a living person.

"Hey, where is this place? Tell me honestly, or I'll kill you!" The attacker roared to cover up his panic. Just as he was about to activate his ability, he heard a strange sound.

The sound came from the child's side, as if the water was about to boil, with strings of bubbles coming out.

But to his murderous ears, he could hear it immediately. It was clear that someone had had half of his throat cut. He was trying hard to keep breathing, but the air was constantly being poured out. Blocked by the bleeding blood and everted muscle tissue, it finally made a desperate and helpless sound.

Before he could see anything, he heard another voice.

Ka Ka Ka!

It seems like every bone in the human body is fighting.

The attacker hurriedly looked around and saw the woman in white crawling out of the well. She climbed up crookedly, and the joints that had been squeezed out of position by the wellhead were being restored and reset in an incomprehensible way.

The woman in white made a terrible bone sound, lowered her head, and spread her messy long hair. She slowly crawled towards him with a movement that was a hundred times slower than that of the licker.

The movement of the bones made the attacker panic, but the sound above him made him even more uneasy.

The bubbles seemed to be coming out more quickly, and a chilling coldness came with it.

While staring at the woman in white, he diverted his gaze and looked upward.

He was horrified to see another barefoot woman covered in blood, with her belly facing upward and her hands and feet on the ground. She crawled out from behind the child like a spider and was climbing down the stairs.

Moreover, the face of the barefoot woman was exposed. It was a face that turned blue as if she had been locked in a freezer and was frozen to death. Her eyes were round and full of resentment that was as old as ten thousand years of ice.

The attacker couldn't bear it any longer. He screamed, rolled and crawled in fear, and fled in the other direction.

But that weird melody suddenly appeared in front, and as the sound became louder and louder, the attacker could clearly hear the content.

"In the place of joy, when my heart is broken, my grievances are known by the moon. It is not easy to meet and separate, but it is too late for the abandoned wife to regret now..."

This tune was extremely sad, but the attacker couldn't understand it and didn't know what it meant. He just felt like a woman who had suffered emotional betrayal and was pouring out her full grievances.

He was covered in hair, and he slowly raised his head, just in time to see a woman wearing a blue robe with long hair hanging around her face, humming and dancing with a strange rhythm.

But you sing and dance, why are you getting closer to me?

The attacker used his hands and feet to crawl in another direction. This time, he directly saw a woman dressed in red. Her arms and head formed an M shape, and her legs formed an M shape with her body.

Her hair covered half of her face, revealing her torn features and smile.

And this woman can talk, what is she talking about?

"Am I a ghost?"

Although he didn't understand it, the attacker didn't know why, but he clearly understood the meaning of this short sentence that was repeated repeatedly.

ghost···

The attacker finally collapsed and ran around like a headless fly, but in every direction, there was a terrifying existence blocking the way.

One was a cell phone with the screen on, the attacker's own name written on it, and a voice playing automatically telling him he was about to die.

A woman dressed luxuriously, with a hollow in her abdomen, but a puppet head.

There was also a beautiful woman, but as soon as she looked over, she started to take off her clothes and peel off her own skin, until only the bloody skeleton was left.

There are also densely packed black shadows. Although they are blurry and cannot be seen clearly, the strange aura is not weak at all.