This is not a weird story

When Wei An heard Uncle Huang say that there was blood on his neck, he immediately took a step back and looked at where he was standing just now. He saw an extremely thin silk thread lying across it, just reaching his neck.

This thread is so thin that you can no longer see where it extends from a slightly farther distance. I don’t know how it appeared.

The cold feeling on his neck became stronger and stronger. Uncle Huang pointed at his neck and said: "You are bleeding, you are injured! You... 伱... your neck..."

Wei An reached out and touched the wound on his neck, feeling wet. He began to panic. He didn't expect that a thin line was placed here, and it seemed that it was definitely aimed at him.

But at the same moment, he felt a sudden warmth in his chest.

This feeling of heat was so familiar that he couldn't remember where he had encountered it before, but the feeling after his chest felt hot was as if he had experienced it not long ago.

Suddenly, Wei An was startled, and a wave of memories flooded into his mind.

"This is... human skin! That corpse skin!"

After the human skin was integrated into his chest, he had no feeling at all in the real world, so much so that he almost forgot that the human skin was integrated into his chest in the ghost story. Now his chest is starting to feel hot, which can only be seen in the ghost story. What happens is not the real world!

"This is not the real world!" Wei An immediately woke up.

"You're done, your neck is broken! You're about to die!" Uncle Huang was still acting, and it was very lifelike, with a look of horror on his face, and there was nothing unusual about it.

If Wei An's chest hadn't been hot due to the injury to his neck, he might still be immersed in the current scene and unable to react.

The most important thing is that he was conscious just now and began to question whether this was a strange story, but the inventory could not be opened and his mind went blank. This meant that this might still be the real world and everything was just wrong.

But now his chest began to feel hot, overthrowing all of this. It turned out that Wei An was still in the ghost story, even if his mind was just blank when he opened the inventory.

After a brief period of daze, recollection and sudden realization, Wei An fully recovered at this moment. Feeling the heat in his chest, he said calmly: "I almost thought I was really dead."

Uncle Huang was still pointing at Wei An's neck and talking non-stop, not listening to what he was saying. This showed that he had fully played his role in this strange story.

Wei An no longer cared about him or whether there was a fatal wound on his neck, and he could no longer feel the sticky blood on his neck. Everything just now seemed to be an illusion.

As soon as he turned around, Wei An opened the door and saw that Huang Yu's body with its head missing was no longer lying on the bed. Instead, his head and body were connected again, and the body was standing behind the door.

The body fell over immediately after the door was opened.

Wei An quickly retreated, kicked the corpse in the chest, kicked it out, and said at the same time: "I already know that this is a strange story!"

Although he doesn't know why he is here, everything has been revealed now. He already knows that this place is a ghost story, but he doesn't know why he hasn't exited yet.

This seems to be different from the "everyday weird stories" that Meng Yibo and the others discussed last time.

Huang Yu's body, which had been kicked to the ground, immediately got up. His head was almost unable to be attached to his body, but he still rushed out of the door and rushed toward him.

Uncle Huang was still screaming, but he didn't even look at the moving body. Instead, he kept pointing at Wei An's neck, trying to tell him that he had been fatally injured, that he was about to die, and that he was not The reason is that he can still stand, but he should fall down and die immediately.

If Wei An hadn't realized that this was a ghost story, he might have been frightened to death at this moment.

He quickly dodged the corpse's attack and punched the chattering Uncle Huang.

After undergoing Pei Na's devilish training, Wei An is now not only able to use weapons with style, but is no longer timid in bare-handed combat, and his strikes are both ruthless and accurate.

Uncle Huang was hit by the punch and fell directly from the corridor on the second floor, and fell heavily on the first floor.

But at the same moment, Wei An was knocked down again by the corpse, and both of them rolled out of the corridor and fell to the first floor.

After falling side by side with the corpse on the first floor, Wei An felt like his body no longer belonged to him. His whole body was numb with pain, a trace of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned slightly pale.

The corpse's head had also been thrown off, and the fallen head bit Wei An's arm, while the headless body stretched out its hands and strangled Wei An's neck.

Wei An once again wanted to open the inventory in his mind, but the same blank space flashed across his mind again, and he couldn't see anything. However, this time the dizziness was less.

In this blank space, it seems that there is a vague shape of a sickle in it, fleetingly.

"No, there's something wrong with my inventory!" Wei An was a little anxious.

Logically, he should have been able to open the inventory and take out a weapon to fight the enemy, but the sickle-shaped thing seemed to suppress this effect, making the inventory right in front of him, but completely covered.

"sickle?!"

At this time, Wei An's neck was getting tighter and tighter, and he was almost unable to breathe.

At the same time, he saw Aunt Yan's figure appearing on the stairs, walking downstairs step by step, staring directly at him. If he got close, she would definitely take action immediately.

"This weird story just wants to put me to death. It has no other purpose at all!" Wei An reacted.

As the veins on his neck popped out and his breathing stopped, he concentrated in his mind again, but this time he did not try to open the life-saving inventory, but began to look for the black cat.

After having this idea, a black cat's head suddenly appeared in this blank space, showing a faint cat shadow.

Wei An didn't hesitate and quickly stroked the cat's head twice.

"Meow!" A cat meow echoed in my mind, buzzing.

Most of the white space immediately disappeared, revealing some outlines of the inventory, and the silhouette of the sickle also faded a lot.

Wei An did not stop petting the cat.

"Meow!" Another cat meowed.

The white space disappeared, the shadow of the scythe also disappeared, and a clear inventory space appeared.

The next second, Wei An's bloody hammer hit the corpse's arm, breaking it immediately. Then the body rotated on the spot, the force increased several times, and the second hammer smashed the corpse away.

At this time, Aunt Yan who came downstairs was already approaching. Wei An waved his other hand and the killing ax was caught in his hand and passed over her head. Half of Aunt Yan's head was immediately chopped off.

His whole body twitched twice and fell to the ground.

At this time, Uncle Huang, who fell first, had a broken neck and fell to the side without moving.

The couple were still human beings in this strange fantasy, so they could not die after being injured like their son's corpse.

After dealing with Aunt Yan, Wei An took a deep breath. Just as he turned around, his vision suddenly went dark, and he saw a black sickle slashing down from the air, slashing towards his head!

He was too familiar with this scene, because it seemed that not long ago, the same sickle struck him in the same way at the same distance as now.

The only difference was that there was another person beside him at that time - Pei Na.

At this moment, all the memories returned to Wei An's mind.