Chapter 370

In the morning, it was sunny. When boss Zhou opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the sofa of the bookstore,

In front of,

Coffee and newspapers.

Zhou Ze smiled, reached out and rubbed the position of his temples. The position of his head was still so painful that he didn't seem to have completely recovered from his dizziness.

Moreover, this scene is really too familiar. A while ago, the ghost pen was also deliberately trying to please himself and create a similar atmosphere and environment for himself.

However, this time, it's a little different. The difference is that the newspaper is not ironed, but wet. The top of the bookstore is still dripping with rain.

Bai Yingying is slacking off,

The Taoist priest has also slowed down.

Although it was sunny outside and it didn't rain, the bookstore looked like a water curtain hole. There was also a shallow pool of water on the ground, and there seemed to be many dead fish and rotten shrimp in the water.

Around, there was a smell of corruption and dampness, sending out a disgusting musty smell.

Zhou Ze propped one hand on the tea table and held his chin with the other hand. He felt very disgusting, but he forced himself to shake his head. His eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes muddy.

Opposite Zhou Ze, there was a dark figure wearing a clown mask and black clothes. In front of him, there was also a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

Looking at each other's coffee on the coffee table, smelling the familiar smell of Cat Shit,

Boss Zhou frowned slightly,

Even in dreams,

Being drunk by strangers,

Boss Zhou will still feel very uncomfortable.

"You're the only one left."

Under the clown mask, it seems that there is a very young soul hidden. The voice of the other party speaks with a strong "mother" sound, but it is also a man's voice. When speaking, it gives a feeling that he is singing.

There is quite a kind of sitting under the stage and watching the flower girls perform.

"Just one?"

Zhou Ze was a little confused, but he still stood up from his seat. However, when Zhou Ze was just about to step out of his position, he found that his feet were stuck by strong glue and could not move.

Under the force, Zhou Ze was shocked and staggered a few steps, lying back on the sofa, and this time, the sofa seemed to be full of mucus, firmly adsorbing Zhou Ze's whole back on it.

Boss Zhou seems to be a fly that just landed on the sticky paper. After splashing a few times, he is too lazy to splash.

"The seven sins sect is going to be assembled, and it is much better than I expected."

The clown stood up, but he was not restrained and walked towards Zhou Ze.

On his black clothes, there were six dots, which kept rotating alternately. Now, there was still one missing.

Whitebait,

Greed, gluttony, arrogance, jealousy, anger,

There is still one week old lazy.

"What the hell are you?"

Zhou Ze asked.

"I'm not a thing."

The other party replied like this.

"Truthfulness." Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment, which made people feel a little distressed.

"You're the only one left."

Under the clown mask, there seems to be a pair of very deep eyes, which can penetrate people's hearts and seduce their desires.

Desire is a fire,

Guide it out and turn it into a fire dragon,

Enough to devour the host!

But the clown seems a little confused,

Because the scene of this bookstore has a sense of dilapidation and dirt, which is far from what you want, and far from what boss Zhou wants.

It seems that something went wrong in a certain link.

But even clowns don't know where they made mistakes.

Is it because you are too weak and tired?

"Change it."

The clown raised his hand,

The water under the library began to dissipate,

The drip on the beam is also gradually disappearing,

The musty smell began to disappear, and everything began to move closer to the bookstore in reality.

Zhou Ze just looked at the clown in front of him, watching him change, watching him debug, like watching an executioner choose Barbie doll's Pendant for the dog head guillotine.

Everything, just to make the death row prisoner die more warm.

After all, as a ghost, Lord Zhou was also a man of face.

"Do you think it will be better in this way?"

The clown asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze smiled and remained silent.

The clown walked to Zhou Ze, less than two meters away. He was a little relaxed and happy, saying:

"It's too troublesome to simply ignite yourself. Your brain tonic has been hit hard, and your own consciousness has been damaged. For me, it's really convenient, and it's even much easier than dealing with other people."

Zhou Ze tried to reach out and pick up the tea cup in front of him, but because his back was stuck on the sofa, his hand couldn't be hooked.

The clown helped him pick up the cup and put it in Zhou Ze's hand. It was very friendly.

Zhou Ze took a sip of tea,

Calm down.

The eyes under the clown's mask seemed to squint at this time,

An instinctive sense of crisis began to hit,

He didn't know where the sense of crisis came from,

But I always feel,

This time,

There seems to be something wrong.

But the clown still spread out his palm. In the palm of his hand, there appeared a sarcoma, which was constantly stirring, and then slowly cracked.

A milky white insect protruded from the sarcoma, and its body began to be stretched continuously, gradually stretching to a strange arc.

This is a white insect, but at this time, it feels like a snake.

It began to actively spread to Zhou Ze,

With a plop,

Fell in Zhou Ze's tea cup,

Zhou Ze's eyes showed a look of disgust,

He wants to drink two more cups of tea.

Then,

The white insect's body continued to lengthen, followed Zhou Ze's arm, and then came to Zhou Ze's chest.

It is like an explorer, traveling around every position on Zhou Ze's body. Where it passes, it is extremely smooth and tender, and it is also cold like ice, and in this cold, it is also warm.

If you lie down and let it crawl on your back, it's probably very comfortable.

Zhou Ze lowered his head and looked at the white insect, thinking:

"Are you doing this for evolution?"

The clown seemed to be a little surprised and said slowly, "you surprised me a little, so surprised that I seemed to have an illusion that you are not a ghost.".

But it doesn't matter. When I eat you, I will go into sleep. When I wake up again, I will start the next meal. "

Zhou Ze's eyes left the white insect, even if it was trying to drill into its own body.

He looked out the window,

I don't know when to start,

The situation in the bookstore is back to normal,

But outside the bookstore,

But there is no sunshine.

A bookstore without sunshine is like a piece of bread without butter. I always feel a great regret and lack.

The clown's fingers kept shaking, and he was controlling the insect.

The white insect opened its mouth, revealing its deep rows of fangs, and tried to bite Zhou Ze's chest into it, but somehow, the white insect tried all means, but failed to inch in, and even Zhou Ze's skin could not be broken.

The insect was very anxious and angry, but it didn't give up. It continued to bite and tear, like a docile pet hiding in Zhou Ze's arms, whining.

The clown took a deep breath,

He now,

A little square.

then,

He saw Zhou Ze looking out the window,

He also followed Zhou Ze's eyes,

Outside the window,

It is no longer sunny,

But a rolling turbidity.

It seemed that at this time, the whole bookstore was put into the depths of the sea and became an underwater dragon palace.

The refraction of light and shadow becomes very irregular, like the neon at the gate of a nightclub late at night.

The clown retreated several steps in succession,

He was a little confused,

Also a little scared,

Because he saw in the sea outside the window,

Countless corpses are tumbling and roaming,

Dirty, evil, greed, tyranny and other emotional breath like no money, like crazy venting through the glass.

The sea,

It is the last Carnival of the dead,

It's an unrestrained... Ownerless place!

Roar, roar,

Ferocious ghosts lie on the outside of the window glass, peering inside heartily. They twist their bodies, showing their big yellow teeth and shaking their bones.

If it weren't for this glass barrier,

They can't wait to rush in and enjoy the freshest blood food offering!

They are hungry,

They are really hungry!

The clown looked at Zhou Ze. This time, his voice took a little vibrato. Obviously, he was afraid.

As a person with the ability to control the seven sin sect, he also experienced the emotion of fear.

"Who... Are you?"

Zhou Ze stretched out his hand, and the mucus behind him collapsed completely at this time.

He is like an eagle catching a chicken,

Pinched the white worm that was still crawling on his chest and trying to make a hole in it,

Hold it up and put it in front of your face.

The body of the bug begins to contract,

Obviously, it also feels fear from the clown. In fact, there is a deep fetter between the two.

"Want to go in? Don't worry, I'll see you off."

Say,

Zhou Ze opened his mouth,

Put the white insect into his mouth,

It's like swallowing a popsicle in summer,

That kind of acid and dizziness in the brain,

It's really fascinating.

"Where is this? Why?"

The clown kept retreating. He tried to open the door behind him, but found a huge word "seal" written on the door of the bookstore,

With all his strength, he couldn't open it.

He was trapped here,

At the same time,

The clown also knows,

The man I just saw,

Also trapped here!

Like himself,

I can't get out now.

Zhou Ze stood up slowly,

one 's eyes flashed like lightning,

Staring at the clown,

"He was knocked unconscious,

When you came in,

That pen deliberately put you here with me. "

Saying,

Zhou Ze began to stretch slowly,

There was a series of crisp noises at the joints,

Then he asked softly:

"I heard,

You think,

Eat me? "