After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

The blood spurted out and the smell was tangy, but it was a pity that now was not the time to eat. Aldin sighed and stepped back, without letting his clothes get any blood.

When the three cleanly dressed men returned to the car, Sierra wanted to sit up straight again, but her back was pressed by Eric's hand again, "Wait until the car has walked a while before getting up."

"Are you all injured? Do you want to go to the hospital?" She was unable to move under the pressure of the big hand, so she had to compromise.

Eric glanced at Rose Hill, whose face was still ferocious, and replied: "No one was injured, those people couldn't even aim, and all the bullets were deflected."

"Really? But I also heard the sound of the car being smashed, as if it exploded. The person standing next to the car just now said there was a monster."

"Oh, that's when their tires suddenly exploded, and several people were frightened and ran away."

Eric continued to make up lies to comfort her, "It doesn't matter. They will never come to trouble you. Don't worry, Sierra."

"All right."

Rose Hill next to him remained silent, and Sera turned her head.

Her eyes stayed on Rose Hill's face and neck. The exposed skin was covered with densely intertwined red lines, as if the capillaries had been squeezed to the surface and exploded.

This state didn't last for a few seconds after she saw it, and she completely retreated.

"Does it hurt?" She said distressedly, "How could someone have such a bad habit as dying after being exposed to the light?"

Rose Hill's eyes softened and her voice was cold: "It doesn't hurt."

Eric took back the hand that was pressing on Sierra's back, "Okay, you can sit up now."

As he spoke, he pushed back the small glass fragments behind the seat to prevent them from falling on Sierra and scratching her when the car bumped.

"Is there Mr. Apu in that group of people?" Sierra asked. When she looked back, she could only feel the wind coming from the broken car window behind and a path with overgrown weeds.

"No, just a group of killers." Eric said.

Sierra smoothed her hair that was blown away by the wind on her forehead, turned around and sat down, "What should we do next? He won't give up."

"The location of Whitman's cemetery is not bad. Have you visited it?" Rose Hill asked her quietly. He found a corner of broken glass exposed in the folds of her skirt, picked up the broken pieces and threw them out the window.

"No, my father has been there. It is said to be a large, empty cemetery." Sierra answered truthfully.

"Soon someone will be his neighbor." Rose Hill smiled at her, the sharp corners of his lips raised into a sinister smile, so bad that it made people's scalp numb, but it was placed on this impeccable face. Extraordinarily suitable.

Sera also thought about it carefully, and the crazy smiling face of the protagonist in "Hannibal Young" when he was eating people appeared in his mind.

"Who is Hannibal?"

Sierra looked at him in surprise, "I didn't tell you, this is the first time, why do you know what I'm thinking every time?"

Eric turned her face back and said, "There are many devils in the world who peep into people's voices. You should stay away from them."

Sierra blinked, pouted and said, "You pinched my face, and I couldn't even speak properly."

Eric suddenly felt that the way she pouted when he pinched her face was particularly cute. Her red lips were like moist cherries, waiting for him to taste them.

Rose Hill pulled Sela back to him, and the warning in his voice almost turned into ice, "Put away your dirty thoughts, you stinky dog."

What's this new nickname?

Hold on tight~~~