The supernatural scene is not NG

Chapter 14
To say it is a villa is an exaggeration.

The outside is surrounded by thorns and looks dusty, which is a haunted house in the traditional sense.

This is not a detached house at all.

From the point of their entrance, the place is in ruins.

The weeds all over the mountains are taller than people, and they grow wantonly, as if they want to get rid of the fate of being slaughtered.

It's just a pity that they are still weeds, even if they grow in this boundless wilderness, they can't return to the moment of life.

Huoshaoyun split the sky and the earth, and there are countless tombstones hidden among the weeds.

It's just that those tombstones are extremely simple, just set up a wooden board, engraved with an unclear name, that's all there is to it.

The slightly bulging grave mound seems to have a little more sand, which is depressed and desolate.

Su Ruan didn't come out just to live for a while.

She couldn't find the right timeline, or the right storyline, in the world of monsters.

In the house where the monster was buried, there were only things that the monster wanted to show Su Ruan.

If she stays in it all the time, she will be assimilated by the monster, and finally become the nourishment of the monster like other actors.

It is still evolving. If it eats itself, it will become a real autonomous monster of E-class supernatural movies.

Just as Su Ruan crossed this thought, the electronic sound rang in Su Ruan's mind.

[Congratulations to F-level actor Su Ruan for discovering the hidden rule: the fourth rule of the monster's evolution rule. 】

Su Ruan's fingertips felt cold.

Not out of fear, of course, but out of excitement.

Article IV.

In other words, there are at least three rules of evolution of monsters that I don't know.

Things are getting more interesting.

Just simple death and adventure would not scare Su Ruan at all.

It can be said that Su Ruan is not afraid of death at all.

Her body has always been fragile, and almost every cold she gets is like a race against death.

She is so used to the feeling of death that the usual frights are nothing to Su Ruan.

Only this.

This kind of thing beyond ordinary thoughts is what Su Ruan has always expected, wanted, and experienced.

They are uncontrollable, unguessable, and unpredictable.

One wrong step and you will die.

This kind of thrill is what Su Ruan has always wanted.

Su Ruan thought as she walked towards those graves.

One of these graves must belong to a monster.

When the matter developed to this point, Su Ruan could also think that Yan Heng would not be the name of the monster.

How could those uneducated parents, who favor sons over daughters, choose such a name?

The monster's name should be simpler, meaner, and more prominent in its parents' wishes.

To that couple, the monster is just a vehicle, and she shouldn't even have a mind.

Su Ruan walked to the grave closest to her.

Although she was excited and wanted to find the ending of the story quickly, her body was dragging her feet unwillingly.

Her body once again entered a weak state.

Su Ruan had just walked a few steps, and now she was out of breath. Her heartbeat was racing and her breathing was not smooth, making Su Ruan's head slow down for a few beats.

But she is not a character who gives up easily, not to mention that giving up here is tantamount to death.

Su Ruan's face was pale, her hair slipped and stuck to her side face, and her hair turned into something like kelp, sweating profusely stuck to her body, it was really uncomfortable.

Her vision is a little blurry.

Su Ruan wanted to take a closer look at the name on the tombstone.So she raised her slender and thin hand, trying to hold the tombstone.

However, before she touched the wooden tombstone, a burst of black smoke appeared before her eyes and enveloped the tombstone.

A cool air ran through her fingertips, like those cold scalpels in the hospital.

They used to pass through Su Ruan's body, causing him pain when the anesthesia failed.

When Su Ruan thought of the pain, her fingertips turned pale.

The black smoke gradually turned into the shape of a person. It turned its back to Su Ruan and made no sound.

At the same time, many figures slowly stood up on the grass.

They were wearing coarse cotton clothes, which looked very inconsistent with this scorching season.

Su Ruan didn't move rashly or make any sound.

In addition to being watched by the live broadcast, Su Ruan has always felt a strange "eyesight".

That line of sight didn't have as much presence as a live broadcast. It just followed him, as if he was observing something.

Su Ruan knew that this was the monster's sight.

It may be that you want to learn how to be a human being.

Only as it becomes more human-like, the monsters in its world will become more human-like.

They will accompany the monster to do a play house that will never wake up, and let it sleep completely in its own dream.

This is also what Su Ruan can't figure out.

Do monsters also need human personalities?
Monsters are not needed.

While Su Ruan was thinking, the person opposite her slowly turned her head.

Its neck rotated 180 degrees, and its entire neck twisted half a circle. Its body was like a machine, with an indelible sense of dullness.

But that's not the scariest thing.

Instead, its face is blank.

Nothing on it.

Not even the bones on his face were undulating, like a piece of yellowed kraft paper that needed someone to paint on it.

The figures standing up from the grass surrounded Su Ruan.

They "scrutinized" Su Ruan condescendingly with their faceless sides, as if they wanted to see her panicked side.

It's a pity that Su Ruan restrained himself.

Because of her physical problems, she has long been accustomed to controlling her emotions.

So even though the scene was extremely weird now, Su Ruan didn't scream.

Sweat oozes from her palms, which is an uncontrollable physiological reaction. Not only that, Su Ruan's fingertips don't have any temperature.

Are they unable to speak because they have no mouths?

Su Ruan thought of this, took off the pencil from her head, and drew a mark on the face in front of her eyes.

The next second, the trace seemed to come alive and began simple opening and closing movements.

The voice was hoarse, and it was a man's voice, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Niuniu..." He turned around stiffly and grabbed Su Ruan with two straight arms. His voice gradually became more emotional, as if he was familiar with his body, "Niuniu!"

"I'm your father!"

Su Ruan: ...

Su Ruan didn't know what the monster was doing.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the wrong scene, she would have laughed out loud.

what is this?
Do you think you have drawn a father for yourself?

That monster is pretty good.

While Su Ruan was thinking wildly, the "crowd" around her seemed to have something to say.

They surrounded Su Ruan, shaking their bodies like zombies, and seemed to want Su Ruan to draw a mouth on themselves.

Su Ruan was almost overthrown by these monsters.

Resignedly, she picked up the pencil and drew their facial features one by one, then stepped aside to watch their next move.

They twisted their limbs, the stiffness on their bodies faded away, and they gradually resembled humans.

They looked at Su Ruan with identical smiles on their faces.

(End of this chapter)