Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

The terrifying two-meter-five-tall maid was sealed in that painting world.

Lin Mo admitted that this kind of thing may only be done by a professional like Zhang Meng. Looking at the problem from this perspective, he did the right thing by leaving the Green Garden Community this time to bring Zhang Meng here.

And by inference.

With special paint, since Zhang Meng can seal the tall maid, she should also be able to seal the bandaged night watchman before.

If there are still weirdness in the oil painting, there are a few, and a few are sealed.

All of a sudden, it was like opening the door and opening the window, suddenly enlightened.

At this time, Lin Mo stepped forward and carefully looked at the oil painting that Zhang Meng had slapped with a red cross. The maid in it was angrily hitting, but she couldn't get out.

Lin Mo glanced at Zhang Meng and asked what the reason was.

Zhang Meng was stunned, that expression seemed to be there, not telling you.

Okay, you cow, I'll let you squeak.

Lin Mo looked at the time, it was after five o'clock, and he had to catch the next game.

When Lin Mo and Zhang Meng came out of the corridor of this dead end, Zhang Xu walked over with the female ghost holding the child.

Seeing how happy they were, it was estimated that they were afraid that Lin Mo and Zhang Meng would not be able to come out.

Lin Mo gestured to them and followed the other passengers on the boat.

I walked past the clock and looked at it, there were still ten minutes and six o'clock.

There was still plenty of time, so Lin Mo took Zhang Meng to the next cabin, and secretly drew a red cross on the oil painting of the bandaged night watchman.

Zhang Meng stretched out **** and compared one.

Started chattering again.

Obviously at this moment, Zhang Meng has completely forgotten that she was 'abducted' by Lin Mo this time.

She also felt pretty.

Following the passengers, they reached the upper cabin.

Lin Mo had a guess based on the pattern on the clock and the two previous experiences.

The pattern at six o'clock is a knife and fork.

It is a kind of tableware.

So it can be judged that the next thing they are going to go to is a restaurant.

That is to eat.

Of course, this is definitely not an ordinary meal, it must be another kind of horror journey, and all of them have no mouth, no mouth, of course they can't eat.

So Lin Mo guessed that, just like sleeping and falling asleep, going to a restaurant to eat is also pretending to eat.

Specifically, we can only take one step at a time.

I communicated with Zhang Meng or Zhang Xu with gestures, and they had the same idea.

Zhang Xu's situation has improved a lot now.

He obviously passed the adaptation period to the yellow paper smoothly, and he can already use some curses on the yellow paper.

In this way, his strength is equivalent to taking off in place, directly increasing by several orders of magnitude.

With this kind of ability, even if he is in the expert group of the General Administration, he can become a senior expert, and there is no problem in directly entering the combat group.

And because his father and uncle were killed, this young man has obviously grown up a lot. To a certain extent, this is also a good thing for Zhang Xu.

Otherwise, a person who is still a student suddenly gets the seven curse powers, and it is easy for people to change their mentality.

Zhang Meng tugged at the corner of Lin Mo's clothes at this time.

Lin Mo looked at her.

Zhang Meng motioned for him to take a closer look at other passengers on the surrounding roads.

Lin Mo looked at it and really saw something wrong.

The atmosphere was obviously more dignified than before.

The last time I went to bed at three o'clock, everyone could only say that there was fear and fear in the panic, other than that, there was no other emotion.

But this time, there was no panic, only dullness and fear mixed in, and something else.

Lin Mo felt like 'desperate'.

Yes, it is despair.

At six o'clock in the restaurant, most of the emotions expressed by so many passengers were despair.

Of course, being trapped on the Silence is really disappointing, but that's it, isn't it good to adapt, calm down, be positive, and live an optimistic life?

Why do you have to be so dull, so depressed and hopeless?

Lin Mo felt that it was unnecessary.

He and Zhang Meng exchanged glances, but the other party felt it was unnecessary.

But when they walked into what they thought was the 'restaurant', both of them were stunned.

Because this place doesn't seem to be a restaurant.

It's about eating.

It's not a restaurant, it's just a kitchen.

right.

Yes, this is the kitchen.

Lin Mo felt that something was wrong at this time.

With so many passengers coming here, they shouldn't come to be cooks, and they can't come to eat, so what are they doing here?

It can't be doing nothing by looking at it.

Lin Mo looked at the huge empty plates and saucepans in front of him, and began to fall into deep thought.

"Could it be that we are here for food?"

As soon as this thought came out, I felt that there was such a terrifying energy coming out.

What happened next confirmed Lin Mo's guess.

A large group of people in front began to disappear en masse.

Lin Mo saw that they were put into a basket.

A huge palm that only sticks out from the darkness, grabs passengers one by one, or throws them into baskets, or put them on plates, and those who are thrown into the saucepan are about to cry when they are thrown on the chopping board. Yes, laughed again.

After all, those who are thrown on the chopping board are basically certain to die.

Elsewhere, there may be a chance.

This is a busy kitchen, and the huge palms in the dark are busy, 'washing vegetables and rice', 'drawing water and stewing soup', processing various ingredients.

Lin Mo saw with his own eyes that several passengers who were thrown on the huge chopping board wanted to escape in horror, but the next moment, they were chopped up and down by a kitchen knife.

Good cooking, good knife skills.

In the past, it was a pleasure to see chefs cooking and handling ingredients in the kitchen. Even for top chefs, their dishes can already be called works of art.

Voila.

Artwork again.

On the Silence, culture and art seem to be everywhere.

Besides, the passengers on the chopping board have already been chopped into minced meat by the kitchen knife.

This visual impact is extremely shocking. In essence, this thing is nothing. Knife people, or nightmares. Lin Mo often does similar things.

But the chopping and chopping of battle, and chopping and chopping as ingredients on the chopping board.

It felt completely different.

That fear is an explosive boost.

Zhang Meng's feet were softened with fright.

Holding Lin Mo all the time, if it wasn't for Lin Mo, she might be sitting on the ground.

Lin Mo also saw some unlucky passengers being caught under a huge tap to rinse and then skinned.

To be honest, this skinning skill is really not good, it is far worse than Xiwenjun, but in terms of the level of terror and discomfort, it surpasses Xiwenjun.

It's the unpretentious peeling technique, like a chef peeling a shrimp or a frog.

Then open the stomach and clean the internal organs.

Everyone has seen similar pictures, but when the object being processed is changed to a human being, or a nightmare of the same kind, fear arises spontaneously.

Lin Mo and Zhang Meng were caught and thrown into a pot, and then a stream of water was poured in.

Then there are all kinds of seasonings.

Looking at the posture, it is planning to make soup.

Lin Mo guessed right!

Then a hot flame ignited from the bottom of the huge pot, licking the cauldron frantically.

According to this posture, it won't be long before the water boils and rolls.

This is no joke.

At this moment, the passengers in the pot began to struggle like crazy.

But the huge hand outside took a pot lid, slammed it, and closed it.

Lin Mo felt that this was too ridiculous.

If you are not careful, it is treated as an ingredient, and it has to be stewed into soup.

Where to go to reason?

Certainly not.

Even if they can stand it, Zhang Meng and the others can't stand it.

So, this time is a mortal situation?

Not right either.

It might just be their bad luck.

Because Lin Mo knows that chefs don't have to use up all the ingredients when they cook.

Therefore, the so-called meal time at six o'clock is not for the passengers to eat, but for some kind of terrifying existence to eat, and the passengers are just food for others.

Then according to the degree of danger, the death rate should be the highest in the six o'clock game.

The question now is, how to escape from this stewing pot safely.

The only way Lin Mo could think of, apart from uniting everyone to disgust them with 'pushing shit' in this pot, he could only smash the pot.

Soon, Lin Mo realized that he was not the only one who could think of **** a pot of soup~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and even those who acted fast had already begun.

For a while, the pot stinks extremely.

It can be seen that this is all done by the previous old passengers. They have obviously summed up their experience and know what methods to use to escape under what circumstances.

When the water in the pot was hot, he waved his hand, and the lid was lifted.

Then in the darkness, someone seemed to find the 'excretion' in the pot. After a while, the whole pot was brought up and dumped into a large pool.

For a while, the world turned upside down and became dizzy.

Lin Mo seized the opportunity, pulled Zhang Meng, greeted Zhang Xu and ran away.

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