I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

In a completely quiet place, something like this happening suddenly can scare someone to death.

Chen Yu's eyes lit up and he took a few steps to observe.

I saw bloody handprints scattered on the door of 404 and the walls on both sides. Some of them had turned dark brown and they didn't know how long they had been there, but some of them were very fresh, as if they had just been printed on them.

There are also some scratches, varying shades of scratches.

Gelu, Gelu.

The strange noise started again in the room. Sounds like something inside is trying to unscrew the doorknob?

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes with a smile.

If you observe it from an omniscient perspective, you can see that there is a humanoid thing over 2 meters tall behind the door. It is covered with white hair, its red eyes are staring at the closed door, and its fangs and big mouth are shouting "ha" A cold breath.

Ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

The rhythm of turning the door handle became more and more rapid.

Chen Yu's smile grew wider and wider, and he reached out to the handle and was about to turn it off.

At this time, screams suddenly came from upstairs, followed by a dull sound of struggling and hitting the wall.

Chen Yu's cynical smile faded and he flew upstairs.

Before even setting foot on the fifth floor, the smell of blood rushed into my nose.

A man of about thirty years old was dead at the top of the stairs.

It was the Liuzi who shouted the loudest just now.

Liuzi was covered in blood, and the most fatal thing was the knife on his neck. Someone stabbed his neck directly from right to left with a sharp weapon.

From the perspective of people in this world, Liu Zi suddenly bleeds from all his orifices, his head tilts to one side, and his wide-open eyes reveal the extreme panic before death.

If you are killed in the nightmare, your body in the real world will also die.

But another man named San'er was pushed against the wall by a ghost warrior wearing a triangular helmet.

His belly had been cut open by the Oni Samurai's dagger, his intestines and internal organs were left on the ground, and his kicking and struggling feet hung down weakly.

The ghost warrior raised his short sword and was about to stab San'er in front of the door.

His own head suddenly disappeared.

The huge head wearing a triangular helmet was caught in Chen Yu's hand.

He raised his chin, which was still opening and closing by itself. He took a look at the head with the eyelids, nose bridge, and lips cut off, and exclaimed appreciatively:

"There is an abstract beauty that is worthy of a nightmare."

Throwing it casually, the end was frozen by the extreme cold before it hit the ground. It hit the floor with a muffled sound and broke into several pieces.

The ghost warrior's headless body collapsed.

San'er tried his best to point his trembling hand towards room 502.

"Save, save people..."

If he tilts his head, he will faint.

--not at all.

Chen Yu slapped San'er on the face, "Wake up and come on. Your time has not come yet, so don't rush to die yet."

San'er sat up in excitement.

"I...uh?"

He groped his belly and found that it was intact?

Where is my liver? Where is my intestines?

It was clear that parts fell all over the place with a sudden crash just now, right?

Chen Yu said calmly: "I'm not used to the viciousness when I first came here. Otherwise, no one would have died."

In fact, he didn't care too much about the lives and deaths of these passers-by. Saving people was just a practice.

In just a few meetings with Chen Yu, he already mastered the secret of using spiritual thoughts in the spiritual world.

Judging from the results of his detailed analysis of mental power down to the molecular level, the material components of the nightmare world seem to be quite single.

Doors, windows, and the human body are all "fabricated" by the same thing on a microscopic level.

It's just that different spiritual qualities are attached to it, thus manifesting a variety of material forms.

Changing the properties of different objects is quite laborious.

For example, if you mold a door into a human body, it would take a lot of time and energy.

But reconstructing its structure is relatively simple.

For example, repairing the broken organs, stuffing them back into the belly and sewing them up are just casual "little things".

Another example:

He picked up the Oni Samurai's short sword. The Japanese sword twisted and stretched into a long black sword in the blink of an eye.

A high-frequency wave sword that can be both strong and soft.

"It's easier than kneading plasticine."

The mentally powerful monster said lightly.

Simple?

Except for a pervert like him who has nothing to do but scan and is proficient in the microstructure of the human body, weapons or machinery, who else can easily fabricate real objects in nightmares?

San'er was restrained by Chen Yulu's hand.

He blinked and suddenly blurted out: "Oh, you are also an exorcist!"

Chen Yu tilted his head, "Yeah? Exorcist?"

……

Ma Xiaoling pedaled the bicycle very fast.

The long black shawl was fluttering in the wind, and the loose black clothes of the exorcist were made by the wind.

The dilapidated car bumped on the disrepaired asphalt road, making an overwhelming clanking sound from all over the body.

"Hurry up, hurry up..."

Ma Xiaoling had beads of sweat on her forehead and bit her lower lip.

Today's patrol point was too far from my village, and the delay was too long.

I hope they can endure it until they go back...

The camera zoomed in and stopped at the epaulette on her right arm.

Square-inch size, square with a white background and a bright red horizontal bar in the middle.

The bungalows and wasteland were receding rapidly.

A small river meanders in front of me.

Soon, soon.

Going up the river and crossing the bridge is the village where everyone lives together.

"Please, you must hold on and wait for me to come back..."

The young girl in her mid-twenties, with pink and tender face full of collagen, showed redness and fine sweat caused by strenuous exercise.

……

Chen Yu knocked open room 502 and rescued the mother and daughter who were hugging each other tightly inside.

The mother covered her daughter's eyes, looking at Liu Zi's body and shedding tears.

Liuzi always took good care of her as a widow, but she didn't expect that in the end, she was the one who harmed him...

There is also a man named Dadong who was scared away by the ghost warrior and ran up to the sixth floor. He has been silent until now.

Chen Yu said obligingly: "You're already here, why don't you go up and take a look?"

San'er and the woman looked at each other and followed the tall guy upstairs step by step.

The corridor on the sixth floor was dark and long, and the lights were completely out.

Ahead, there seemed to be a layer of black mist covering the only road that must be passed, and only the outline could be vaguely seen.

The most chilling thing is that in this layer of black fog, there seems to be a figure hanging on it, swaying slightly.

Step forward and take a closer look. If it’s not Dadong, which one is it?

At this time, even San'er and the others could clearly see that Dadong's body had a hemp rope tied around its neck and he was hanged alive.

The death was horrific, the neck bones had been torn off, the neck was deformed by the force of the body's fall, and the tongue was hanging out.

The woman covered her mouth tightly, for fear that she would not be able to help shouting.

Chen Yu calmly reached out and touched the pale and purple calf dangling in front of him.

It's too cold to be saved.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A piece of hemp rope quickly reached down from the dark ceiling like a snake and wrapped around San'er's neck.

"Uh!"

San'er was startled. Before his hands could move, they were caught by the hemp rope and lifted up suddenly.

So powerful. If he were pulled up by a rope, his neck would probably be broken and he would die in an instant.

At the critical moment, the slender white palm stretched out horizontally and lightly grabbed the pulling rope, unable to make any progress or retreat.

"So that's it."

Chen Yu looked up with a smile.

Feeling his gaze, the being hidden in the black mist let go of San'er and pulled hard on the rope.

Will die, will die, will die!

Run away, run away!