[MTL, BL] After Becoming The Anchor of The 18th Line Horror Game

Chapter 139 Strange Accessories Received 9

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the sound of the corpse being dragged on the ground, the vaguely-faced person was pulled out of the open elevator door with his legs lifted, and a transparent rust-red blood snaked on the ground.

The lights in the corridor were extremely gloomy, and the thin black lines above the lampshades were like carrying dim human heads.

"Yeah, yah," the monster opened its mouth wide and stuck out its tongue, and the heat burst out from the strange-shaped mouth, exposing the bright red throat cavity, and the thick purple blood vessels swelled with the opening of the mucous membrane.

He panted eagerly, and when he saw that the corpse was about to be dragged into the target room, he saw a white shadow floating out of the next room.

Menshu sat on a white chair and devoted himself to creation.

On his table was a shattered spine. These lumps were stained with a layer of porcelain-smooth lipids and soaked in a transparent liquid. The damp and smelly blood gradually disappeared, and the impurities in the human bones were leached out.

After Kadoki finished the last bead, it strung it in a brighter red thread. The shiny and smooth texture is not like the appearance of human bones.

Of course, this string of beads is Menshu's own bones.

There are fine light on the bright white beads, which are the peculiar and unique bones of the door tree.

He took out his rib cage to protect his heart, broken into jade beads, and clearly gifted Su Guang.

He looked at it tenderly, Su Guang would definitely like it.

He hurried down just now, and the next room where he wanted to close the house has been cleaned up, and the red box contained beads for his production table.

Inside is the bracelet that he worked so hard to make for a long time with broken bones. He hurried out the last one and gave it to him expectantly.

But Suguang doesn't need it.

After the door tree smashed it, it was no longer ready to give it to Suguang. Su Guang is beautiful and gentle, warm and velvety like clouds in the sky, he must not get dirty.

So he rushed to make a new gift.

The blood of the door tree was flowing on the ground, a pool of bright red blood that would not turn black.

This is the uniqueness of the door tree, and it is also the god his so-called dean's father spent his entire life to build.

But Menshu hated his own filth, his blood was filled with countless poisons, countless unknown liquids and blood were injected into the body from the research table, the muscles were sore and corrupted, and the joints became deformed little by little.

He struggled, screamed, and was in pain on the icy table, only thinking of warm palms tightly around his neck.

That was the only hope left for him to survive. In the dark life of the door tree, there was never an inch of light swallowed by darkness. He ran in despair, toward the light, toward the eternal life that the dean expected.

Every laboratory was filled with his blood.

The ground is not clean.

And how hard his bones are, Men Shu still remembers "give me the shoulder blades" in a trance.

Su Guang likes it, right.

He likes his bones, he is not a useless monster.

The door tree has killed wave after wave of people, and their bones are not as bright as their own, and there is no warm feeling drawn from the flesh and blood.