"Um?" Wu's eyes paused, as if he had discovered something strange. He clearly smelled the door on the other person, but how could it be...

Why had his door...disappeared?

"Creak..."

An ear-piercing scraping sound rang in his ears. He frowned slightly. The paintings on the easel beside him began to bulge outward. On them was a hideous ghost face.

The painted paper was actually torn open, revealing a bloody gash. An arm reached out from the frame, and soon a female ghost covered in blood crawled out.

Her eyes were scarlet, and she was panting heavily. Her whole body was covered in bloody wounds. She had probably fought her way all the way here. The large blade in her hand was still dripping blood.

"Bastard!" Weng Qing, who was no longer human, looked like a zombie. Her back was slightly hunched, and her blood-red eyes were fixed on Wu. "I want you to pay for Taro's life!"

The next second, the big blade chopped down towards Wu's back.

Perhaps it was because of Weng Qing's courage, or perhaps he didn't expect a ghost to be able to break through such a restriction, but he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.

But suddenly, he realized that his hand was being sucked by a strange force.

Not only could he not pull it out, but it was actually pulling him into the other person's body.

The seemingly fierce strike landed behind the black-clothed Wu, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea.

No matter how strong one's beliefs, they could not overcome the gap in strength.

Weng Qing stared at the knife in her hand with red eyes. Then, she actually rushed forward, her eyes still red. She would use her teeth to bite the creator of all the strange tales to death.

The sharp blade cut through her body. She didn't even touch the corner of the other person's clothes before being thrown heavily against the wall.

Lying at Jiang Cheng's feet, her breath was faint.

What really attracted Wu's attention was the man in front of him, the man named Hao Shuai. The powerful attraction gave Wu a new feeling.

He was just curious, but not afraid.

At least for now, the other person was far from having the power to threaten him, but dealing with him would be a little troublesome.

"It seems...I'll have to dissect your whole body to find that door." He gripped the handle of the knife with one hand and slowly rotated it, blood flowing out along the wound.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. The pain on his body was far less than the torment in his mind at this moment.

Those fragments pieced together and reorganized, and the sharp edges cut him to pieces.

"Buzz..."

A buzzing sound rang out, and Wu's movements stopped. A soft hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. "Don't go on like this anymore." Lin Chen appeared beside him.

At this time, Lin Chen was wearing a simple dress, and her fair cheeks were already covered with tears. "Don't go on like this anymore," she cried out in a lost voice, "You weren't like this at first, were you?"

Wu's gaze focused on Jiang Cheng's pocket.

The pocket was torn open.

The painting hidden in the pocket.

It disappeared.

It was the woman who had suddenly appeared just now!

It was she who had taken advantage of the moment she was attacked to rush to Jiang Cheng's side, steal the painting, and then awaken Lin Chen, who was in the bedroom.

"I'm sorry." Lin Chen slowly hugged Wu's stiff body from behind. The warm feeling was like water, slowly affecting his whole body.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have depicted your appearance in despair. I was too selfish. I shouldn't have let you bear the despair that I couldn't bear."

"Let go." Light appeared in Lin Chen's eyes, who had been awakened by the painting. "Don't go on making mistakes."

A huge picture album unfolded behind him, and one figure after another walked out of the picture album. The despair in the figures' eyes was gradually washed away, becoming clear and bright.

"Heh." Wu retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Cheng opposite him. "Come out, I know it's you!"

A phantom figure stepped out from behind Jiang Cheng, or rather, from the shadow behind Jiang Cheng, and pulled out the knife that had pierced his chest.

The figure was wearing a white windbreaker, forming a sharp contrast with Wu's black clothes, like light and darkness, two different extremes.

Raising his head, the man revealed a face that was exactly the same as Wu's.

But the two men's temperaments were completely different. The one in black had sharp eyebrows and eyes and a fierce aura, while the one in white had a gentle temperament and soft eyebrows and eyes.

It was Wu's good side.

"You've already done very well." The man who looked exactly like Wu said. As he pulled out the knife, Jiang Cheng staggered, but eventually stood firm.

He felt half of the blood in his body burning, while the other half seemed to be frozen, and his blood vessels were covered with ice.

Just now, he seemed to have touched the memory lock in his mind, and the fleeting information was violently impacting his mind.

As a result, he felt blurred about what was happening in front of him.

In a daze, Jiang Cheng's palm felt a pain, and the sharp blade cut through his palm, which was then covered with a layer of coldness.

"Let's leave this door...to you." Shan Mian Wu (Good Side Wu) took Jiang Cheng's hand, and the next second, the two of them appeared behind the bronze door and imprinted the blood-stained handprint on it.

In an instant, a huge pain ran through Jiang Cheng's body, and countless blood threads stretched out from behind the door, tightly缠住his hand.

Dark red inscriptions appeared on the door, like the most ancient and obscure language.

"Is this...what you call...letting go?" The black-clothed Wu turned his face to look at Lin Chen behind him, with two lines of bloody tears in his eyes.

"For the sake of the so-called goodness in your heart, you're just going to watch me die?" The black-clothed Wu laughed, he tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Watching my door...being taken away bit by bit?"

Lin Chen's body trembled.

"Sister, you can forgive those who hurt you, but you want to kill me? Kill me who is willing to do anything to protect you?" The bloody tears in his eyes fell into the corners of his mouth, and Wu looked at the cowardly woman behind him.

"When I was protecting you and killing those who hurt you, where was he?" Wu pointed to the one who looked exactly like himself, but who could live in the sun and warmth.

What he found even more unacceptable was...that he could have all of his sister's love.

Was this...fair?

"Why?" Wu howled in pain, "Just because he's full of benevolence and morality, just because he only says a few useless words of comfort after you're hurt, Sister?"

"Sister, I'm the only one who can protect you!"

"Whoever bullies you, I'll kill them, turn them into strange tales, and let them live in fear forever, to atone for their actions!"

"As long as...as long as we have enough strange tales, Sister, no one will bully you again! As long as I'm alive, no one can hurt you!"

Red curses appeared on his body, and then suddenly snapped, and the restraints on him began to melt like ice and snow.

Huge cracks began to appear on the walls of the room, and the sky outside began to become bizarre.

The world behind this door was actually becoming unstable and even on the verge of collapsing under the influence of the black-clothed Wu.

The long-suppressed despair finally erupted.

"You hypocritical guy..." Wu slowly stood up, staring at the man who looked exactly like himself, and the shadow behind him began to distort.

In the sky outside, a blood moon rose.