The Apocalypse Begins with a Nightmare

The greatest joy of playing games is to quickly clear levels in ways that others cannot.

To achieve this, both talent and effort are indispensable.

Lin Mo happened to be an expert in this regard.

Regarding the nightmare world, he was different from others - he took it seriously, yet remained relaxed.

Moreover, he simply did not have the emotion of fear, so he could often avoid many traps and observe details that others frequently overlooked.

For example, before entering Room 409, he had already memorized the entire layout of the room.

This included the paintings that were placed or hung inside, and even the contents of those paintings.

The paintings in Room 409 were all very bizarre.

The first painting on the left wall depicted the appearance of a water ghost in a sea of blood.

Thinking about it now, what was described in the painting was very similar to what Lin Mo had encountered.

Lin Mo naturally associated them together.

And now, with the extremely low possibility of finding that water ghost in this chaotic bloody water, it would be better to look for this painting instead, which might lead to a turning point.

At present, Lin Mo could only try his luck as a last resort.

He grabbed hard, tearing the painting he had found.

In an instant, Lin Mo felt a suction force pulling him into the frame of that painting.

With a thud, Lin Mo fell to the ground.

Looking again, the room was that room, but the endless sea of blood had disappeared without a trace.

Lin Mo panted heavily, and while his mind still had that bit of clarity, he reached out and forcefully tore off the bone mask.

The blood vessels on the inside of the mask were stretched, giving a sense of lingering attachment.

In a flash, the terrifying negative emotions vanished.

"I was almost controlled by this bone mask," Lin Mo murmured.

This thing was indeed useful. Earlier, when the water ghost in the sea of blood grabbed his ankle, Lin Mo couldn't break free with his own strength. In the end, it was relying on the physical enhancement brought by the bone mask that he managed to break the water ghost's fingers and escape.

But similarly, after putting on the bone mask, one would be wrapped in various negative emotions, eroding the mind.

If it couldn't be taken off in a short time, one would probably turn into a madman who only knew how to kill.

"So, as long as the usage time is controlled, this bone mask will become a very useful and valuable tool."

For the same thing, some people see risks; some people see opportunities.

Regarding the bone mask, Lin Mo felt there was still much to explore, but before that, he had to hurry to find the Split-Head Ghost.

Looking again at the painting of the blood sea water ghost on the wall.

The appearance had changed somewhat from what he first saw.

The biggest change came from the water ghost in the sea of blood.

Previously, this water ghost had a hint of mystery, carrying bizarreness and horror.

But at this moment, it looked somewhat angry, with a tinge of resentment in its eyes. If observed carefully, one could see that several fingers on its right hand were unnaturally twisted.

"So, I just entered into this painting earlier, and there's more than just this one painting here." Lin Mo looked around the room, and just the paintings hanging on the walls numbered more than a dozen.

There were also two placed on separate stands.

If each painting represented a horrifying nightmare, then there were quite a few nightmares in this room.

What if they all swarmed at once?

This possibility existed.

Lin Mo felt he had to do something.

Glancing at the blood sea water ghost painting, Lin Mo reached out and tore this painting off the wall.

Then he took out his lighter, lit it, and directly set fire to this painting.

The entire action was smooth and fluid, without a hint of hesitation. Even if someone was standing nearby, they wouldn't have time to stop him, maybe not even time to react.

The fire immediately flared up.

This painting began to shake,

Blood seeped from the edges of the frame, and faintly, painful howls could be heard coming from within the painting.

Logically, blood is a liquid and incompatible with fire.

But obviously, the flame from Lin Mo's lighter was not ordinary fire.

The flame seemed to carry a kind of malicious curse.

Even though fresh blood kept gushing out of the frame, the result was that it didn't extinguish the flames, but instead became fuel for this cursed fire, burning even more fiercely.

Lin Mo threw the painting on the ground, and in the next moment, the flames had engulfed the entire painting. In the fire, the blood became fuel, the paper started to change color and burn.

It shook more violently.

As if something was trying to crawl out from inside.

But in the end, the paper was burned to ashes, and whatever was inside was either burned to death or trapped inside forever.

Lin Mo had taken his revenge.

And without delay.

With the fire not yet extinguished, much of the thick smoke in the room had dissipated, but the originally eerie and horrifying atmosphere in the room had also undergone some changes at this time.

Lin Mo could sense it.

He even heard some whispers, but couldn't make out exactly what was being said.

It seemed like they were arguing.

Lin Mo was actually on guard the whole time.

Just one painting had almost caused him to capsize earlier, and there were so many more horrifying and bizarre paintings here. Some depicted ghostly realms as hellish as the underworld; some were portraits of certain deformed monsters; and others were full of venomous insects and spiders, somewhat resembling some Cthulhu-style evil god.

Lin Mo even saw a separate wooden door.

The theme of this painting was just a wooden door.

However, this wooden door looked not only old, but blood was seeping from the cracks.

It was hard to imagine what might be behind the door.

If each painting represented a nightmare, then the danger level of this room was absolutely the highest.

Just as Lin Mo was thinking about whether he should strike first and burn all the paintings in this room clean, the faint whispers surrounding the room suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, Lin Mo heard a cracking sound.

Turning his head to look, the door of the room that had originally disappeared had suddenly reappeared.

And the door was wide open.

Lin Mo stared in surprise for a moment.

"Does this mean they want me to leave?"

He had figured out the meaning.

The door of this room was indeed hidden by these ghostly paintings, with the purpose of trapping him in the room, leaving him at their mercy.

But things didn't go as these ghostly paintings had planned, so they decided to open the door they had hidden, letting Lin Mo go back where he came from.

Lin Mo didn't move.

He wasn't leaving.

He hadn't found the Split-Head Ghost yet.

However, the ghostly paintings' show of weakness gave Lin Mo a hint that the lighter he had obtained was extremely useful.

It's no exaggeration to say that the lighter was his talisman and support for survival in this room of ghostly paintings.

At this moment, a breeze blew in from the window, and Lin Mo noticed a glowing movement in the pile of ashes on the ground.

This discovery made Lin Mo's heart stir.

He immediately crouched down to examine.

The ashes left after burning that ghostly painting were somewhat strange. The embers on it hadn't disappeared, but instead were conducting between the ash particles, seemingly ready to reignite at any moment.

The brick that Lin Mo had brought earlier was lying nearby. He picked up the brick and went over to poke at the ashes where the embers were flowing.

What happened next was unexpected for Lin Mo.

The originally static ashes, like ants, automatically crawled onto the brick.

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