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Chapter 160 Knocking on the door at midnight (second update)

This bloody newspaper is very interesting.

I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but it feels like nothing in the hand, with almost no weight at all.

And the font above will change, and some interesting information will appear from time to time.

Of course, most of it is disjointed.

"Egg shell world?"

"It seems that someone has said this before."

Wu Hao remembers that some scholars speculated that our world is actually a world similar to egg shells, or a world similar to Russian dolls.

We just live in a certain layer, and the deeper we go, the denser the material rules are, and the more prominent the reality of the world is.

And the further outside, the more absurd and bizarre the world is, full of distortions.

The eggshell world, in another way, is the outside world and the inside world!
"So, I should be in the outer world? In the egg shell near the outside? And the so-called scalp paper world is the inner world, the egg yolk?"

Wu Hao was a little stunned.

No wonder, the bone flute can't lead itself directly into the world of human scalp and paper, after all, the rules there must be very strict and dense, and there are very few cases where it can be twisted and twisted.

A few days later, Wu Hao discovered something very interesting.

Some ghosts quietly disappeared under his nose.

Completely disappeared.

No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find it.

After encountering this situation several times in a row, he found that some ghosts that had disappeared actually reappeared, with a much stronger aura, and some even had a strong smell of blood on their bodies.

Others never came back.

died?

Or was it left in that egg yolk?

Thinking of the surface world and the inner world, Wu Hao had some guesses in his mind.

However, he is not quite sure about his guess.

Those ghosts that suddenly disappeared or reappeared probably invaded the inside of the egg shell by some means.

Just, what is this method?
How should he get in?

Wu Hao knew nothing.

No one can tell him.

A few more days passed.

Wu Hao saw the three-headed ghosts he had just seen here.

It's an old friend too.

Blood pool, skull headless ghost, tombstone arm.

Back then, the three monsters, the skull and the arm of the tombstone all disappeared suddenly, and now they came back unexpectedly.

It should be the inside of the egg shell.

It's just a little strange that the arm of the tombstone somehow snatched the headless ghost and installed it on his body. Behind the tombstone, a small dilapidated grave also began to appear.

Judging by his momentum, he is much stronger than before.

And looking at the skull, it was almost completely destroyed, and several finger marks were deeply pressed on the white skull.

The size of the imprint is the same as the finger on the arm of the tombstone.

"In this space, ghosts can't do any harm. So how did the arm of the tombstone capture the headless ghost and cause damage to the skull?"

"Could it be that in the other world, ghosts can devour each other?"

Wu Hao Ghost Claw's body kept floating in the black ghost mist, thinking for a while.

As for the inner world, his desire to go in became more intense.

Wu Hao guessed that if he wanted to go in, he could only rely on the energy nodes to contact by himself, and gradually infiltrate his own power from the outer eggshell to the inner egg yolk.

The so-called energy nodes are actually maggots that drill into the eggshell, as long as Wu Hao can get in touch with it, he can enter.

But now, the maggots in the egg shells still haven't communicated, and he has no choice but to go in.

He seems to be a greedy voyeur, looking at the extremely prosperous inner world, but he can't get in anyway.

Can only drooling greedily.

Time is like this, passing by day by day.

The World of Human Scalps, Boothwell County, New England.

8 month 9 number.

Jarrell seemed a little crazy.

Delirious.

He hasn't stepped out of his apartment for many days, just sitting there in a daze, looking at the thread relief in his hand motionlessly.

Around the house, there are papers smeared with red pen.It can be seen that there are golden twisted coffins, dark and oppressive mist, and many abstract paintings that are twisted to the extreme.

"It's coming soon, it's coming soon!"

"It's coming out, it's coming out"

"The existence in the golden coffin."

Jarrell's expression was distorted, and there was a trace of black gas in his eyes. At this moment, there was no breath of living people at all, and he was full of the ominous smell of death.

With a ferocious smile, he pulled out his eyes bit by bit, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

There was no trace of blood in the eye socket that lost the eyeball, it looked as if it had dried up for a long time.

His body has already turned into a mummy!
"hey-hey"

"whee"

"It's getting more interesting."

In endless whispers and laughter, in ominous fear,
Gradually, night came!

No one noticed that at some point, layers of black mist filled the huge apartment.

Under the cover of the night, the fog has unknowingly filled the 11th floor of the apartment where Jarrell is located.

Midnight, one o'clock.

The darkest, deepest, and most cloudy time of the day.

"Bang, bang bang~"

The weird knock on the door, one long and two short, suddenly sounded.

"Who?"

The owner of 11 rooms in the 1102th-floor apartment is a bald man, who roared angrily at this moment.

Being disturbed in the middle of the night, it is very uncomfortable to think about it.

He wanted to see who was so ignorant and came looking for someone in the middle of the night.

It's also fortunate that he slept late, otherwise, if he was woken up while he was sleeping soundly, wouldn't it be even more uncomfortable?

However, no one answered outside.

"Who?"

He couldn't bear to ask another question. At the same time, he looked out through the peephole on the door, but it was pitch black outside, and he couldn't see anything at all.

The lights and moonlight in the corridor seemed to have disappeared.

"Strange? Are all the lights broken?"

The man muttered in his heart, for some reason, his heart was a little hairy.

His back felt a little cold unconsciously.

He looked through the cat's eyes again, and it seemed that there was no one there, so he ignored it and turned his head to his bedroom.

He also closed the bedroom door behind him.

about ten minutes later

The man who was watching TV in the bedroom heard the weird knock on the door again.

"Bang, bang bang~"

"Grass!"

"Who is it? Are you fucking annoying? The prank is on my head?"

"I have to twist your skull off!"

The man cursed angrily.

He ran to the bedroom door in an instant, and was about to open the door and walk towards the door of his apartment, and then he must catch the prankster and twist his skull off!

However, the moment he put his hand on the bedroom doorknob, he was taken aback for a moment, and the sweat dripped down his forehead instantly.

The knock on the door just now did not come from the outside door, but from his bedroom door!
how
may!

(End of this chapter)