rpbooks Chapter 258 Each Has Its Own Kind of Horror
Chapter 258 Each Has Its Own Kind of Horror
Tomoka Miura felt like she had forgotten something.
But I just can't remember.
She and Shi Tai continued to search for topics and materials to film outside.
When I'm working late into the night writing, I always have this strange feeling that I shouldn't be doing this.
She took out her phone and scrolled through various text messages.
I saw a message from my editor praising her.
That's all.
Miura Tomoka was stunned. Was a section of the editor's message missing?
I always felt that since her articles were so popular, there must be some other reward.
She scratched her head. Ugh, so annoying! If only I had a second brain! Someone to help her with that!
After scrolling through her phone for a while, Miura Tomoka found her text messages with Kujiro Tetsu.
The chat window was almost blank, but she just stood there, lost in thought.
After a long while, her eyes widened in terror, her fingers curled up, and she gripped her phone tightly.
She remembered now; she was supposed to go find Jiu Zhiche, how could she have forgotten!
There was also a text message from the editor, telling her that she would be transferred to Nancheng City to find hot topics, but part of that text message disappeared out of thin air!
There's a problem, a big problem!
Miura Tomoka quickly sent messages to Kyuji Tsutomu and Shi Tai, and also called Kyuji Tsutomu.
"Please answer it, please answer it..."
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Souichi is going to die.
He'd rather die than become a snail.
He tried to win the chicken but ended up losing the rice instead, getting himself into trouble.
At this moment, Shuangyi's body began to curl up, the snail shell on his back was about to take shape, and his movements were at 0.x speed.
He had a tube stuffed in his mouth and was being force-fed water.
Yuan came over with scissors. "Souichi, I will help you break the curse."
Souichi stammered, "Just kidding..."
Even someone as skilled at curses as him couldn't handle it. It seemed like all he had to do was move the curse away, but the problem was, he couldn't move it at all!
In this town of Black Vortex, the omnipresent vortexes posed a significant obstacle to the transfer of his curse.
"Take me out of the vortex—ah!!!"
Shuangyi roared in pain, the pain in his back feeling like it was tearing him apart.
Yuan's scissors, stained with blood, moved. "I'll cut off your shell so you won't turn into a snail."
"You...you're insane!" The pain made Shuangyi's speech a little clearer. "What if it grows any longer?"
"If it gets too long, trim it again, until it stops growing."
Yuan Chang's face was full of determination.
Shuangyi burst into tears.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Holy crap!
Yamaguchi Mitsuru exclaimed in surprise when he saw the tiny snails crawling out of the incubator.
I never expected it to hatch in just a few days, and it's a snail!
Snails are hermaphroditic, and either sex can reproduce after mating. However, there are a few rare snails that can reproduce without mating.
I don't know which one this is.
Two days later.
The snail grew from the size of a finger to the size of a palm.
Yamaguchi Mitsuru was fiddling with his scare kit when he saw how incredibly long the snail had become, which made him even more curious.
This goes against the natural growth pattern of living organisms.
Another day later, the snail had grown to the size of Yamaguchi Mitsuru's arm, and there was also a pair of crystal-clear eggs in the incubation chamber.
"My goodness! It's only been a few days since it was born, and it's already laid eggs!"
"Hehe, I have to show this off, and I can even use it to scare people."
Yamaguchi Mitsuru chuckled wildly, looking at the scare box in his hand, and had an idea.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
"It's quite destructive."
The woman looked at the messy backup cave and didn't seem to care much.
She ran away again before that eerie and powerful shadow could kill her.
The third cave.
The woman cut her wrist and used her blood to draw an intricate array.
The lines of the array shimmered with light, and a projection popped up.
In the projection, a demon with a lion's head and a human body is coldly staring at the woman.
"More than a third of the formation is damaged. You've disappointed me greatly!"
The woman didn't explain first, but waved her hand, and a void image appeared, showing a dark figure wreaking havoc.
The solid mountain walls and array formations, which were blessed by the seven great demons, were easily and completely destroyed.
Lucifer's eyelids twitched. He knew that even if their true forms were in Hell, the power they possessed was immense, and nothing in the mortal realm should be able to destroy them so easily.
Thinking of this, Lucifer's gaze fell on the woman, and he felt that something was wrong. He said in a deep voice, "There is a slight energy fluctuation on your body. Perhaps it is the source that has exposed your whereabouts. Use the Cleansing Formation."
The Purification Formation can heal oneself and return one's aura to its original state; it can also remove some abnormal buffs.
Under Lucifer's watchful eye, the woman began to set up the formation.
Lucifer tried to purify himself several times, but a look of surprise crossed his face. He still hadn't managed to return to his original state.
It raised its hand and transferred its power to the woman through their mutual contract.
Half an hour later, it finally succeeded.
Lucifer sneered, "That brat who made Asmodeus suffer a loss, when I come to the human world, I'll kick his head off and use it as a stool."
The woman pursed her lips slightly; what an old-fashioned way to retaliate.
"Who is that person? I'll go kill him beforehand."
"No need. Your task is to complete the final step of the formation using a blood sacrifice ritual!"
Fortunately, even though this ancient formation is mostly destroyed, it can still be used. However, the number and strength of demons that can be teleported each time are limited, and it cannot be used as freely as a complete formation.
Women lack curiosity about anyone except one person.
So she didn't ask any further questions, saying, "I'll try my best."
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"Buzz~ Buzz~"
My phone keeps vibrating.
Tomie got up impatiently. She was sleeping soundly in Kyuichi Che's arms when the damn phone kept ringing. With her good hearing, it sounded like it was buzzing in her ear.
Upon entering the living room, the midday sun slanted into the room.
She grabbed her phone, hung up, and turned it off in one swift motion.
Tomie smoothed her hair, revealing the red marks on her neck. She was in good health, so the marks wouldn't last long, but she liked them and wanted them to stay for at least a day or two.
Let those counterfeiters be drooling!
Back inside, Jiuzhi Che was still asleep. Fu Jiang placed a fist on his abs, pressing it tightly against him, and continued sleeping!
In a dream.
Jiuzhiche was still walking around the city.
Undoubtedly, this is the largest map he has ever dreamed of.
Everything seemed extremely realistic, and the details were also very well done.
Every pedestrian's face showed deep fear and weariness; a thousand people, a thousand expressions, making it seem as if we were in the real world.
"Another one died."
"Heh, so what if I die? I'm going to die anyway."
"How many days do you have left?"
"Three days, that's my death day."
A female student suddenly collapsed to the ground, but everyone was indifferent. No one gathered around, no one called the police, they just glanced at her casually, and then walked away as if nothing had happened.
Listening to their conversation, Jiu Zhiche found it quite absurd.
If the world becomes like this, it means everyone is sick.
The shops on the street are all very realistic, including izakayas, yakitori restaurants, barbershops, and more.
Whose dream is this?
Jiuzhiche found the answer in a video store.
There was a television set hanging in the shop, playing the seven-day videotape of Sadako.