Just entering the best years, death came without warning. Fan Wei was not reconciled, wiped away tears, looked down at the blood vessels in his chest, and Fan Wei gently clenched his fists.
It takes three days for the blood vessels to spread to the brain, which means I still have time!
Fan Wei had a premonition that there was a subtle connection between her own death date and Zhang Yanli's accident.
Duan Lin blocked himself from visiting Zhang Yanli, which seems to have confirmed this speculation in disguise.
Since his death was doomed, Fan Wei had nothing to worry about, and immediately went to Zhang Yanli's house. When he arrived, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening. In addition to Zhang Yanli's heartbroken parents, Lin Xi and Zhang's relatives were also there.
"Fan Wei, why did you come?" Lin Xi blamed it in a tone, and his eyes were also lamenting.
"I can't explain it clearly in a few words, what about Zhang Yanli?" Fan Wei was straightforward, very anxious.
Seeing Lin Xi pointing to the bedroom, Fan Wei didn't hesitate to push the door in, and took a breath in the next second.
Zhang Yanli lay in her arms, her eyes closed tightly, her cheeks were pale, and she was so angry that a shocking purple thread had spread to Zhang Yanli's temples!
Sure enough, Zhang Yanli had the same symptoms as her own!
What Duan Lin said is true, as long as the purple thread reaches the brain, it will definitely die!
Fan Wei suddenly became more nervous, his palms could not stop sweating.
"Why don't you send her to the hospital?" Fan Wei asked with dry lips.
Lin Xi sighed deeply: "I have done all the examinations, and nothing can be found at all. The doctor suggested going home to rest, and to put it bluntly is to prepare for funeral.
These words completely dispelled Fan Wei's idea of going to the hospital. Fan Wei once again pinned her hopes on her grandmother, but the phone could not get through anyway.
When Fan Wei was almost desperate, suddenly a chill came from behind. Fan Wei turned around abruptly and found that a cloud of blood mist appeared in the middle of the living room. Duan Lin walked out of the blood mist and walked through the living room like no one. Walked into Zhang Yanli's bedroom.
Only Fan Wei could see Duan Lin in the whole room. Under Fan Wei's startled gaze, Duan Lin came to Zhang Yanli's bed and reached out to grab Zhang Yanli's head.
It was too late when I realized something was wrong, and only heard a crisp'click', Zhang Yanli's neck was directly twisted!
Fan Wei's brain went blank for a few seconds!
When Fan Wei recovered from the shock, Zhang Yanli had no breath, and Duan Lin walked to Fan Wei if nothing had happened, and said coldly: "If you listen to me and stay at home, you won't see this scene. ."
A fresh life ended in Duan Lin's hands like a mustard. Fan Wei's eyes were dull, but his heart trembled violently.
In addition to fear, it is more anger!
Regardless of whether Duan Lin is a ghost or a demon, he cannot change the fact that he is stained with the blood of a close friend!
"I'm fighting with you!" Anger triumphed over fear, Fan Wei let out a hysterical scream, and desperately rushed to Duan Lin, wishing to die together.
Duan Lin's eyes were only disdainful, as if he was looking at the ants, and Fan Wei flew into the air when his figure flashed.
The blood fog reappeared, and Duan Lin threw a non-emotional sentence before disappearing: "I'll go back and wait for you. If my patience is polished, I will take the consequences!"
Facing the pale and powerlessness of the evil spirit, the mortal body was powerless to watch the death of a close friend. Negative emotions such as fear, anger, and sadness swallowed Fan Wei's reason in an instant.
She only felt that the sky was spinning before her eyes, and she fell to the ground.
Before she fell into a coma, Lin Xi's voice rushed into her ears: "Fan Wei, what's wrong with you... Oh my God, come on, Zhang Yanli is dead!"
The endless darkness swallowed Fan Wei completely, time stagnated, and everything became meaningless.
Did he fall into a coma just like Zhang Yanli? But why is his consciousness so clear
Suddenly, a bright light pierced the darkness and shot from a distance, like a blazing flame. As the flame burned more and more vigorously, a picture appeared on Fan Wei’s screen like a movie screen. Right now.
It was a quaint village with mountains and waters behind, but not the least poetic. The stumps and arms were all over the streets, and the blood almost stained the entire village's land red. The most terrible thing was a large courtyard with a lot of people lying in it. The ten dead corpses, their methods of death were highly consistent, all of them had their heads torn off, and blood flowed out of the chest cavity and gathered into a bright river of blood.
In the middle of the yard, there is a person standing!
Although his back is facing Fan Wei, but the dark red windbreaker on his body and the broken black hair turn into gray Fan Wei will not admit his mistake, Duan Lin!
Duan Lin was holding a dead body without a head in his left hand and a head in his right hand.
He actually killed the entire village!
Under Fan Wei's dumbfounded gaze, Duan Lin's head lightly turned, and the light fell on Fan Wei's body, and the blood-red pupils showed the evil light that Fan Wei had never seen in this life! Just staring at that line of sight for a second, I felt as if I was about to fall into a deep hell, with no place to bury my body.
He is a demon! Ancient and terrifying demon!
With unprecedented fear, the oppressed Fan Wei almost suffocated, and even his heart stopped beating.
Just when Fan Wei was on the verge of collapse, the horrible picture suddenly disappeared. Fan Wei, who was covered in sweat, was lying in her arms, looking at the dazzling sunlight outside the window, panting heavily.
What happened just now is by no means a dream!
Fan Wei couldn't help sighing in her heart: "Grandma, it's no wonder that mother hates you so much, where are the gods you recruited, it is clearly the most terrible devil!"
The time of death is approaching, demon-ridden, fear and despair oppress Fan Wei out of breath, the air is filled with the smell of "him", reminding Fan Wei all the time, night falls, Duan Lin will come, what is waiting for him, Fan Wei didn't even dare to think too much.
The anger of his best friend's tragic death has not dissipated, and his desire to survive has intensified. Even if he is dead, Fan Wei will have to make Duan Lin pay the price, even if he knows that he is hitting the stone with a pebble, he will not stop!
I dialed Grandma's phone again, but still couldn't get through. Grandma seemed to have evaporated suddenly.
It is better to ask for yourself. In the 21st century, many things can be answered on the Internet.
Fan Wei immediately searched the Internet for a bunch of spells, cut out rectangular yellow paper, copied them out a little bit, and put all the spells next to him, quietly waiting for Duan Lin's appearance.
Time revolves around in the sky, sunset and moon rise, and night falls.
As the temperature of the room dropped suddenly, blood mist appeared out of nowhere, Duan Lin walked out of the blood mist, with deep pupils and cold profile, like a demon returning from hell, full of oppressiveness, just staring at each other, Fan Wei shuddered. (End of this chapter)