Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

[Entombed in deathless silence, the elegiac town was devoid of life.

There was no one on the street, and a chill breeze blew through, lifting up a tattered piece of newspaper that was pinned to a worn-down wall.

Some of the horrifying headlines on that flap of paper included:

The demon of dreams! Who exactly is he?!

Bizarre deaths while sleeping; heart attacks or a demonic curse?

Not far away, billboards on some high-rise condos were displaying even older news.

Holy Sect ranked first in the worlds A-list! [1]

Beneath this was a notice in big red letters that seemed to be closely related.

The point of view zoomed out to refocus on the street.

Behind a dirty shop window, the news played on a snowflakey television in black and white.[2]

Hair akimbo and panda-eyed, the anchor shouted: Citizens, dont sleep! Hell invade your dreams!

The Global Alliance has united the major religions to hold a great ceremony! We will end the demon!

Schhhhhhhthe TV nearly broke after releasing a large crackling sound.

Second we schhhPlanet Clay the biggest crisis

After a bit, white smoke curled around the back of the TV, and the screen went out for good.

A gorgeous-looking Karina in full combat suit stood on a deserted road with a walkie-talkie.

She glanced first at the TV then the desolate scene before her, rosy lips shaking a little. Morris, you should stop

All of this, why did it have to happen?

FromNightmare 2

Ahhhhh!!

Help!!!

Dontoohhhhh, agkkk!!!

Pushing the half-open door wider, Zhou Yi got slightly dizzy and grimaced at the sudden onset of sound.

The screams were piercing his eardrums.

Hed been pretty sure that screaming was absent from the villa before he crossed the threshold.

Such sharp wailingif not for a moment ago, he wouldnt have believed it.

Stood between the outside and the inside, he had seemed briefly entrenched in a different space, a space of endless fear and suffering.

Even stranger, the room in front of him was empty of people.

Zhou Yu looked up and studied the area after walking inside the hushed building.

Luxurious and elegant crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, with a beautifully classic, three-story spiral staircase off to the side.

The furniture in the foyer was also very well put-together; televisions, sofas, and coffee tables were strewn around in an exquisite design.

A fashionable carpet spread over the floor, soft and smooth, with the texture of silk. Its width was large enough to cover half of the hall, and its exquisite embroidery gave Zhou Yu a rising feeling of nervousness over possibly stepping on it.

At that moment, Zhou Yu jiggled hisuntil just recentlysprained ankle and wondered what was going on.

His injuries suddenly healed without warning, like hed never gotten wounded in the first place.

Shink

The gruesome scene of an amputated and broken arm flashed in front of Zhou Yu like lightning, and then disappeared just as quickly.

That just

Zhou Yu quickly stared at the place where the image had appeared.

All he saw was an embroidered rug.

Was it just his imagination?

Zhou Yu stepped to the center of the foyer and looked up.

The ceiling above was carved into extremely gorgeous reliefs.

There were engravings about Samaels fall from heaven to hellno, thats wrong, the story told by these reliefs was a lot different from the description in his book about the gods origins

Zhou Yu inferred from the reliefs that after being expelled by the God of Light, Samael landed on Clay for the benefit of mankind-instead of falling into hell and becoming the lord of demons and revenge.

The figure of Samael in the relief was much uglier and more abstract than what the teen had drawn.

Only the scythe, the symbol of the Grim Reaper, and the pair of flame-blackened wings behind them remained unchanged.

As he always looked up at the engravings, Zhou Yu got dizzy again, so much so that his vision even seemed to double

Ah-monster!

Who? Whos screaming?

Boom

Voices floated in and out of his cognition, ethereal and intangible, past the cottony feeling in Zhou Yus ears.

Frowning, the teen narrowed his emerald eyes and stared at the relief above his head again.

Intuition told him there was somethingwrong, with it.

It was just that he wasnt getting any warning signs instead, he felt a little relieved?

The chiseled eyes of the Samael on the relief rotated and met his gaze with an appearance of sympathy.

Zhou Yus eyes once again glowed a faint blue as he ogled the carving in stunned silence.

Then the world began to shatter like a mirror.

Craccckkk

Fractures spiderwebbed and spread before crumpling down and letting Zhou Yu finally see the vile scene he had previously only caught a glimpse of.

In the center of the foyer was a trampled corpse.

The ground next to the corpse was covered in fragments of crystal. If one inadvertently stepped on them, they would end up with bloody footstepslooking at those extremely unevenly distributed fragments and the pool of blood formed nearby, Zhou Yi had a conjecture.

He figured that many people had run through without even heeding the possible danger of glass in their heels.

The originally clean carpet had been stained red with the blood from torn off limbs.

A suit had been shredded and thrown around, sporting a rather obvious bloodstain.

A ladys purse was set near the coffee table and full to bulging; all Zhou Yu could see was blonde strings hanging out.

The youth looked away. He had a feeling he already knew the bags contents.

He blinked his clear, emerald green eyes with a look of understanding.

This was a dream.

Zhou Yu knew that Morris possessed the power to manipulate others dreams, but he didnt expect it to feel soreal

His injured leg and forehead had returned to their original state in this dreamscape, and even his reinforced body had reverted to his normal, weak selfhe honestly felt a little bitter about it.

Fortunately, Morris didnt pop in on his dream that time

Zhou Yu flushed as he remembered the snowball fight dream from a few days ago, and then blanched to the complete opposite side of the spectrum.

His pale, thin fingers twitched and curled; he couldnt tell what he was feeling at the moment.

That dream was an insult to Morris

If he knew about it, he would punish me with nightmares forever!

Trying to stow away his tangled guilt, Zhou Yu slowly walked to the stairs.

The buff man who kidnapped him hadnt been taken care of, but hed been pulled into an illusion, which didnt bode well.

If he woke up and found that his body had been split in half by that man, it would spell a tragic end!

Therefore, an anxious Zhou Yu tried several well-known methods, all of which ended in failure.

Neither slapping himself or shouting with closed eyes freed him from the dreamscape.

The youth helplessly set out to discover another way

The dark-haired and green-eyed boy stood still and looked at the room around him. After analyzing it for a while, he finally looked at the bloodstained staircase before him.

Flesh, blood, and tissue from numerous unknown beings were strewn over the steps. Zhou Yu was just a high school student, and he couldnt tell what they belonged to.

He blankly set his foot on the first step.

Climbing over blood and viscera wasnt pleasant in the slightest. The youth sped up in order to find Morris as soon as possible.

Inexplicably, from the moment he entered this illusion, he felt relieved, in fact, if his reason wasnt urging him to push forward, he would even be adverse to staying a bit longer.

It was as if this place was a safe haven for him.

Although this strange feeling was very unrealistic, he just had a very clear sense that Morris was heresomewhere.

And Morris was without a doubt the person he trusted most in the entire world.

He was sure that as long as he found Morris, he could leave this place.

Quickly hiking up to the second floor, Zhou Yu finally felt relieved.

Perhaps it was because he knew that this was just a dream. Any fear that most people would have when seeing death was completely absent from his mindset. He just felt a little nauseous and was wary of touching anything.

In fact, this was another problem that was similar to his disassociation.

This was what he was used to. Once in physical contact with others, even if everything seemed fine on the surface, he always felt a little squeamish.

Only Morris was an exception.

He never resisted Morriss approach, he eventually even expected something more

What a pervert. [1]

Twitching his lips in derision at himself, the youth coldly glanced at the body parts covering his shoes.

Dont move!

The scope of a familiar-looking heavy laser gun centered on Zhou Yus forehead.

Zhou Yu silently stared at the red-haired girl coming out of a room a little farther down the hallway.

Coincidentally, he saw this exact same, strange gun for the second time in a row one from the man before, and then now.

The red-haired girl furrowed her brows and berated, You fool, youre in the second round. You dont even know how to hide! How dare you shout!

Come with me. If you still want to survive, youd better not make a sound!

Milo eyed the pasty little white face in front of her with disgust.

Sure enough, these useless small world natives were no more than waste products, it made people feel like just exterminating them!

Such a stupid creatures were simply tarnishing the human race.

The dark-haired and green-eyed boy raised his hands and easily surrendered with a clear gaze.

Although Zhou Yu wasnt afraid of them attacking in this dream, a vision had flashed when he first saw the girl, leading him to believe that it would be best to listen to their demands for a bit.

Milo pushed the dark-haired boy into the room she came from, then closed the door and cast a spell to conceal the presences of the people in the room.

Captain, Ive completed the mission.

Milo lowered the heavy laser gun in her hand and gave the white-haired man sitting on the sofa a sweet smile.

The white-haired man, also known as Al, nodded, and praised, Good, you worked hard, Milo.

Now matter what, as long as its Captains order, Milo will absolutely obey~ Hee hee! Milo smoothed her hair and smiled lightly.

Al looked at the dark-haired boy standing on the side with a smile. Hello, you look familiar.

When hed given the mission to Warren yesterday, he had seen this faceZhou Yu, cannon-fodder supporting character.

Well, judging from the current situation, Warren must have run into some trouble.

Zhou Yu digested the information the vision showed him before looking at the white-haired man not far away.

This was a guest room. Although it was small, it was tastefully decorated.[2]

A dim little night light lit up the room, with curtains drawn, shielding the light from outside discovery.

Zhou Yu could only see two calm men sitting nearby and four other figures not far awaythe red-haired girl among them.

The room wasnt very spacious, and the close quarters meant crowded people and strange atmospheres.

The reason why they would rather crowd together than not must have something to do with the destruction downstairs.

Or to be more specific, it has something to do with Morris.

As the images in Zhou Yus mind continued to ebb and flow, he also got more information about Morris.

The pictures were like a movie, describing every aspect of Morriss revenge. But Zhou Yu had a feeling that the Morris he saw in the images wasnt theactualMorris.

The real Morris didnt like death, and he didnt kill people.

Whats more, many of the people who died in here were still alive and well.

As Morriss friend, he could tell that these scenes werent so much recountings of Morriss actions and fate, but rather, possibilities.

However, Morris was very kind, so kind that he would help anybody in deep trouble, even if they had insulted him previously.

So it was simply just a possibility.

Al felt uneasy as he looked at the plot character in front of him. The way he acted was inconsistent with the plot.

This Zhou Yu wasnt as timid as he was in the original plot, nor did he have such a gloomy attitude.

So, would he end up with the same fate as the plots Zhou Yu?

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