S-level high-risk personality, you call this a pitiful thing?

Chapter 7: Dreams of the Human Hands Prairie

It is boundless and all you see is a glaring blood red.

The sky and the earth are narrow, and the sky is filled with blood, as if they would merge into each other in the next moment.

Lan Tong's consciousness slowly returned. Looking at the strange scenes around her, she forgot why she was here.

The strong smell of blood made it difficult for her to breathe. Countless pale hands broke out from the dark red and moist soil like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

It was so densely packed that she felt as if she was lost in a white grassland of human hands.

The hands that emerged from the ground came closer and closer, until suddenly a hand reached out from her feet and grabbed her ankle.

The cold and sticky touch made Lan Tong shiver all over.

The cleanliness obsession in my heart started to sound alarm bells at this moment.

She kicked the hand away violently, and ran backwards while suppressing the nausea.

White hands followed all the way out, chasing closely.

I don't know how long I ran, the blood color around me slowly faded away and turned into a thick and deep darkness.

Lan Tong finally took this opportunity to catch her breath. While breathing, she looked back and saw the white hand on the ground, still drawing a long path in the darkness like a plague!
"Oh shit."

Lan Tong cursed and continued running forward.

There was darkness in front of her eyes and she couldn't see the road. She seemed to be lost in an unknown dark time and space, and she would fall into an endless abyss at any moment because of her vision problems.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Lan Tong crashed into the darkness with a bang.

There seemed to be something blocking her way.

The people behind her were chasing faster and faster. She was extremely anxious and her hands could not stop groping for the invisible obstacle.

——It looks like a door?

Lan Tong knocked twice, and from the sound it seemed to be a door.

As the hands gradually approached, Lan Tong's movements became faster and faster. At this time, he didn't care whether the door was clean or whether some disgusting things would suddenly appear there.

This is her only way to survive. If she misses this opportunity, she will be dragged into the underground by the hands behind her!

In a critical moment, she finally touched the door handle.

Naturally, there was no chance to think about what was behind the door. Lan Tong turned the handle and dived in.

“Don’t leave!!!”

The shrill screams behind him echoed in the endless darkness, as if they were going to pierce Lan Tong's eardrums.

That was not the voice of one person, but the scream of countless people at the same time.

"Don't leave!!"

"Don't go! Please don't go!!"

"Stay! Get polluted with us!!"

"Coward! Don't leave!!"

"Bam—"

Lan Tong slammed the door shut with all her might, finally blocking out the ghost's voice that was demanding her life.

The surroundings were eerily quiet. She could only barely see that she seemed to have broken into someone's house. She didn't have time to think too much. The feeling of lack of oxygen in her brain forced her to lean against the door and breathe heavily.

After running for so long, she had exhausted all her strength and her legs were still stiff. When she slowly sat down on the ground, she could still feel the numbness and soreness from the tense muscles.

When she finally recovered, she vaguely felt that there was someone standing not far away.

The man had his back to her, his black silk-like hair was loose, and his blue and white striped hospital gown looked somewhat familiar.

The family didn't turn on the lights, and they could only barely see the surrounding structures through the dim moonlight streaming in from the window.

The room was terribly quiet, with only Lan Tong's rising and falling breathing and the sound of her heart beating in her ears. When she was almost recovered, Lan Tong stood up with the help of the shoe cabinet and walked towards the back step by step.

For some reason, she felt that the figure looked... very familiar.

Ta...ta...

With Lan Tong's slow footsteps, she finally walked behind that person.

Lan Tong raised his hand and wanted to pat the man on the shoulder, but was afraid that he would scare him in the middle of the night. He would not even have the chance to explain why he was there and would be regarded as a criminal who broke into someone else's house with ulterior motives.

In her subconscious, it seemed that no stains could be left in her life file.

After hesitating for a moment, Lan Tong lowered his voice, pretended to be friendly and said, "I'm sorry, I seem to have accidentally barged into your house."

The other person seemed to move his head, but it seemed not to.

It was as if the strands of hair falling from her shoulders were Lan Tong's illusion.

Lan Tong felt strange, but still chose not to touch the person in front of him.

"Can you tell me where else to leave besides the door at the back?"

The other party still didn't respond.

"Can you hear me?"

Lan Tong remained patient and continued to ask two more questions.

But the other party remained indifferent.

Lan Tong finally couldn't help but stepped forward and patted the man on the shoulder.

Unexpectedly, as she moved, the man's head fell off his body.

Lan Tong froze on the spot, with her hands suspended in mid-air, remaining motionless, so stiff that she didn't know how to retract them.

She was 100% sure that the force she used was so light that it was almost useless! Because she was not sure whether the other person's clothes had been washed!
Why is this guy's head so fragile that it falls off at the slightest touch?
"Boom...boom..."

The head wrapped in thick long hair bounced twice on the ground, rolled away, and then rolled to Lan Tong's feet.

"..."

What was even more terrifying was that the surroundings were still so quiet, and the body in front of him did not fall down. It seemed as if it was supported by some force and stood upright.

Lan Tong's brain was shocked by this strange scene. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and retracted her arm.

"I'm sorry." He said these four words almost through gritted teeth. "Your head seems to be a little weak. I don't think it has anything to do with me. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Lan Tong turned around and decided to open the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and go out.

It was dark outside the window, and she could vaguely see a detached villa in the distance. She must be in the real world.

Although she couldn't remember why she was here, she was sure that this was definitely not a good place.

Lan Tong walked through the living room and accidentally glanced at the floor clock by the window.

The second hand is stopped, and the hour and minute hands are both stopped at 12.

When she was figuring out how to open the French window, she suddenly heard light footsteps behind her.

Lan Tong's body, leaning against the window, froze for a moment. She looked at the person behind her through the reflection in the window.

The man walked towards her slowly with his head in his arms. The scene was extremely strange.

She saw clearly the face of the head held in her arms.

His skin was as pale as paper, with purple veins faintly visible. Under the wisps of black hair hanging down, the smile on that person's face was cold and terrifying.

A crazy smile emerged, and when the corners of his mouth opened, the red lines on both sides became twisted and tense as the muscles moved.

Especially those eyes that were like black holes, as if they wanted to swallow up everyone's gaze, leaving no way of turning back.

(End of this chapter)