When Xiang Ya was looking for a way out in the forest with Gao Tiantian, He Ke on the other side was staring at the faceless man walking towards him.

"Give me your face, let me be you, and I can help you take care of your sister and grandma."

The faceless man could see the embarrassment in He Ke's heart clearly, he knew what the other party wanted.

And He Ke didn't seem to question this sentence too much.

He also asked the other person very seriously: "After I give you my face, I will become you and stay here?"

The faceless man nodded excitedly.

Although he has no facial features, he can still see that he is very happy through his actions and behaviors.

The Faceless Man seemed to be looking forward to the start of the face change, and his voice rose.

"How good it is to stay here, you are also a deliveryman outside of reality anyway, and you can still have control over the world here."

"Nothing to worry about, no sickness and death..."

"But I will stay here forever, and I will experience violent storms every day and every night." He Ke silently injected himself with a strength enhancer and retorted.

"Otherwise, why would you be so eager to change your face."

The faceless man's excited movements slowly stopped, he was fixed on He Ke, his face could not see emotion, but a terrifying breath burst out suddenly.

"How could someone be so ignorant that they even gave up the chance to be the leading actor in the script..."

The eerie voice sounded slowly.

The faceless man walked forward again, and the water ghost under his feet was really like a fish, dragging him on the ground on his own.

They opened their mouths into an oval shape, and desperately raised their heads to exhale, and the gray and turbid air instantly accumulated into a large area and rose from the space under their feet.

"But my lovely hero, have you forgotten that this is an epic horror movie?"

"The element of terror is the key." His sharp laughter was dense, like a pervasive poisonous needle, piercing along the miasma.

"I don't care if you like it or not."

The faceless figure was completely hidden in the miasma fog.

He Ke felt that his face began to tingle, as if a needle was piercing a little bit, and then slowly cut off his flesh and blood.

His face was being ripped off by an invisible force.

After realizing this, He Ke immediately moved, he quickly ran back, and at the same time, the fierce force gathered in his fist, and suddenly swung hard to the left front.

He tugged at the gray silk thread on his left lower jaw that blended in with the surrounding environment, and it snapped with a bang.

The screams of the water ghost sounded along with the sound of the line being broken.

The tingling in the jaw stopped for a moment, and blood slowly seeped along the small wound.

He Ke didn't cry out in pain, he maintained his boxing motion, and his fists fell everywhere.

Often, the moment it falls, there is a sound of silk thread breaking.

At this moment, He Ke put on a face with blood oozing all over his face, and blankly struck the silk thread that was trying to re-insert his face.

Time passed by minute by minute.

But no matter how he escaped, the mist always enveloped him, and there was a tendency to never dissipate without peeling off his face.

The rain outside could not disperse the thick fog, and He Ke simply stopped.

"The faceless man hibernating in the dark..."

He thought silently, that man had disappeared into the miasma, but where did the others go?

He Ke gradually felt uneasy.

In the thick fog, he completely lost his direction, and the sense of suffocation and despair that had nowhere to escape invaded from the gap in his heart.

He Ke can clearly feel that his current mood is very wrong.

He actually began to fear that he would not be able to escape from here and would never be able to return home.

The gray thread pierced further along the skin texture again, and the power scattered in the gray thread secretly sneered.

Faceless people thought: 'Don't you know the rules that the director will help direct the play, this play, of course, I personally embedded in your body to guide you. ’

Gray Silk had already taken out half of He Ke's face, and his face was hanging there loosely, and the blood dripped to the ground along with the rain.

A small stream of blood flows to the edge of the pier.

When He Ke's out-of-focus eyes touched the blood flow underneath, the scattered eyes gradually converged.

A flash of light flashed in my mind—

He recalled that the rain just flowed along a certain slope and pushed the takeaway bag to the feet of the Faceless Man.

Therefore, the pier is not completely flat, and the direction of blood flow is also the direction of the river now!

He Ke knew that he couldn't get rid of the mist blown by the water ghost, and his mood began to fluctuate.

But this means that you can't break free on land, but it doesn't mean you can't break free in water.

Just like when he encountered a wasp in the countryside when he was a child, the solution was not to cover his head ignorantly...

Instead, run away as much as you can, find the water, and jump in to avoid it.

In an instant, his reason regained the initiative.

'The delivery man is arrogant and fanciful, and he is used to shaking hands with the initiative, like the director leading the development of the play...'

'The camera of the play is always aimed at the city, and he stands on the edge of the river and the city like a road dividing line. ’

'In addition, the water ghosts that can hurt me are all from the river, and the water ghosts that fell out of the dock just now didn't climb up again after falling...'

'The rolling river is the real off-screen, that is, where the exit is! ’

After careful analysis, He Ke showed a desperate look on his face.

His eyes were nearly bloodshot with pain at the moment, and he ignored the severe pain caused by the tearing of his face, and ran wildly in the direction of blood flow.

After the Faceless Man noticed his move, his speed into the crevice increased.

He intensified his efforts to influence He Ke's mind.

"You can't go back, don't you know that you will die in this dream copy?"

"Stay here, you will never die, and I can cure my sister and grandma's illness."

"You are here, you can still maintain your original life, you don't have to venture into new dreams, you can even imagine your family who will always be with you, and your parents will come back..."

"And that girl you like, I can make her switch to my world and stay here with you..."

The voice in the faceless man's mind became more and more passionate.

But the excited voice couldn't hide his anxiety because of He Ke running faster and faster.

In the end, Hekton was on the edge of the pier, with half of the toe of his left foot sticking out.

Below is the torrential torrent, and the raindrops bounced out of the river and turned into a thick and terrifying mist.

If he guessed wrong, if he fell into it, he would be doomed—washed away by the river, swallowed by thousands of ghosts.

"But it's always rainy here." He Ke grinned, responding to the voice in his heart.

"And I really hate delivering food on rainy days."

After finishing speaking, He Ke fell straight forward.

The miasma that wrapped him tightly was blown into a ball by the strong wind, and the gray silk still pulled his face tightly.

From a distance, it looks like a man who has lost his footing is hanging desperately by a ball of gray parachutes.

But He Ke still fell into the river quickly, and water ghosts appeared one after another in the miasma.

The faceless man couldn't fall into the river, he fell from behind He Ke's back, beat the ground violently, and even rolled around on the edge of the pier out of anger.

"Damn, hate! It's almost there!"

Constant scolding came from far away from the other side of the water.

He Ke never closed his eyes, and when he sank to the bottom of the water, he turned over and seriously looked at the unwilling personality on the edge of the pier.

The surrounding water ghosts, just like their masters, floated in the water and stared at He Ke angrily, but they couldn't hurt him.

The edge of the floating face slowly recovered, and He Ke felt that he fell for a long time, until his back touched a hard wooden door.

The door was knocked open lightly.

He Ke fell into an endless field of golden wheat ears.

He blankly looked up at the pure white sky, the ears of wheat under him were richly yellow, and his nose was filled with the fragrance of wheat after being exposed to the sun.

A familiar face appeared above him.

The girl's face is still covered with carefully painted smoky makeup.

The lip studs on the lips jingle and shake.

"He Ke, why did you come to my world?"

...

Zhang Fanyu was caught off guard and had an affectionate look at the big guy in women's clothing.

After hearing that sentence, he immediately raised the cat-fuck stick in his hand and stabbed it forward fiercely.

"I don't want to." He said coldly.

Punching a porcelain pit for the "geisha" with a cat stick, the wound dented like a dry cracked ground.

Looking startling.

Strangely, the porcelain pit returned to its original state in the next second, except that the face of the "geisha" had more than ten cracks all at once.

These spider silk-like cracks appeared on the delicate white makeup, giving a sense of discordant damage.

"Geisha" broke his face, and his annoyed eyes kept on Zhang Fanyu.

He still stubbornly asked, "Do you want to be me?"

Zhang Fanyu immediately took precautions, and he didn't have to think that he couldn't answer this question.

He immediately backed away, seriously looking at the unusual personality in front of him.

Influenced by the magical operation that Xiang Ya used his paper arm to create a door in "Painting Dreams and Weird".

Zhang Fanyu's thoughts were very direct this time, when he saw that there was no sign of a door in the closed room.

The only place where there are similar "holes" and "gap" is when the "geisha" in front of him is injured.

He quickly reacted, would there be a way to leave here——

Need to punch a big hole in the other person?

The author says:

Xiangya: Listen to me, thank you...

(Thank you for remembering when I tore my arm to build a door)

Sir Zhang: Hey, why are we polite?

(The character design of the supporting role of He Ke is almost finished. I don’t know if you have found it. In fact, there are some secrets about this copy hidden in the dialogue between him and the deliveryman’s personality~)