East Ying Weird Creation

Chapter 557: The Mysterious House

Before Gu Xing's fingers touched the door handle of Tang Ze Makoto's house, the metal hinge made a wet groan.

The sound reminded him of a night many years ago when he was standing alone not far from the Nara Apartment, looking at the black fog that Nobuhiko Kumada had brought to the apartment. Deep in the fog seemed to be the echo of the desperate wails of the residents.

At this moment, the walls of the corridor were fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some varicose vein-like lines were quietly expanding under the wallpaper.

He lowered his head to check the contact surface between the tip of his shoe and the floor, and saw warm bloody liquid seeping out from the gaps between the tiles.

He opened the door, and the wet groaning on the door hinges suddenly disappeared, replaced by a sticky sound like rotting flesh being peeled off.

The first thing his retinas caught was the creeping scarlet.

It was not the dark red of coagulated blood, but rather a red fluid similar to that circulating in the body of some deep-sea coelenterate, forming a dense network of blood vessel-like protrusions on the surface of the wall.

Thousands of eyeballs were hanging at the end of the translucent tube, swaying in Gu Xing's peripheral vision.

As soon as the soles of his boots touched the tiles at the door, the entire floor suddenly rippled.

The eyeballs embedded in the flesh membrane turned in unison towards the invader, revealing the turbid blood-red crystals inside.

Gu Xing noticed that there was a black floc at the bottom of one of the eyeballs, like the despair in the pupil of a drowning person.

He forced himself to focus on the darkness at the end of the corridor.

"Don't stare into any eyes."

He muttered to himself, his Adam's apple sliding up and down as he swallowed.

He held his breath and shifted his center of gravity to his toes, imitating the caution of cats when hunting. However, the dense vascular tissue under his feet felt sickeningly elastic, as if he was stepping on countless micro alveoli.

As I walked through the corridor, the network of blood vessels in the ceiling began to secrete a yellowish mucus.

A drop fell on Gu Xing's shoulder, and the fabric of his coat was immediately corroded and scorched. Eyeball-shaped mist emerged from the white smoke mixed with the smell of sulfur, and dissipated after a sharp scream.

He quickened his pace, his leather shoes crushing the two eyeballs that were blocking his way.

The bursting sound was very similar to the sound of a child squeezing a fish bladder, and the fishy juice stretched out a half-meter-long sticky thread on the sole of the boot.

When Gu Xing lifted up his leather shoes, the soles were sticky and emitted a faint bloody glow.

The crushed remains of the eyeball slowly coalesced into sticky pus on the tile surface.

Suddenly, dense protrusions appeared on the surface of the pus, and in an instant they were pieced together into distorted mysterious words - he seemed to have seen similar taboo symbols on the stone slabs in the cave of Makoto Karasawa's house.

His carotid artery suddenly spasmed, and a chill as if an ice pick was piercing his skin ran through his skin.

Something between a parasite and smoke seemed to be seeping through his pores, condensing into a bloody web of spots on his collarbone. Whenever he blinked, double images would appear at the edge of his retina:

His shadow was being entangled by countless translucent tentacles, and the ends of those tentacles were connected to the eyeballs that were being regenerated on the ground.

The lights in the corridor suddenly flickered, and in the intervals between light and dark, Gu Xing caught a glimpse of a bituminous black substance attached to the side of his leather shoes.

They climb along the laces like living things.

Whenever Gu Xing tried to kick them off, vibrating sound waves like a baby crying would leak out.

What made the back of his neck tingle was that the debris that was thrown off automatically formed miniature eyeballs after falling to the ground.

The eyes opened and closed, conveying some silent sentence in the language of strange talk - its gaze never ended.

Gu Xing decided to continue walking deeper into the apartment.

The moment the bedroom door was pushed open, the irises of three hundred and twenty-seven blood-red pupils contracted at the same time.

The silhouette of a familiar woman was reflected on the blood-scab covered glass.

Her spine was twisted in a biologically counterintuitive spiral.

The right half of her face is exactly like Karasawa Makoto, and the left half is like an oyster stuffed with pearls.

Each pearl is a rotating eyeball, and the eyelashes have turned into fine fleshy whiskers, drooping and swaying rhythmically.

When all the pupils in the room focused on Gu Xing, he heard a strange roar inside his skull.

"You are too anxious, my old friend."

The sound waves carried the smell of sulfur from the crater, and the skin on the woman's neck suddenly cracked, revealing the white larynx inside.

Gu Xing took a step back. He subconsciously wanted to take a defensive posture, but found that the soles of his feet were entangled with dense blood vessels.

Tiny eyeballs poked out from the gaps between blood vessels and blinked at him.

The back of his neck suddenly felt a burning pain - that was the wound that had been pierced by the mysterious words just now, and it was now oozing ice crystals as the temperature in the bedroom dropped.

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