Chapter 2118
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The dim moonlight shone on Morocco Bick's face.
Totty Belster looked at him in shock.
Terror was written all over Morocco Bick's face.
"Bick, what's wrong?"
"White … White Nightmare …"
"What White Nightmare?"
It was Totty Belster's first time hearing the term.
He didn't understand what the name White Nightmare meant to the prisoners in the prison.
It was a nightmarish existence.
Morocco Bick pointed at the door.
Totty Belster looked back again.
Suddenly, he saw the "white cat" that should be outside the door come in somehow.
Totty Belster reached out to touch the cat.
But in the next moment, the white cat had already bitten his palm.
"Damn." Totty Belster immediately retracted his hand. "Bastard!"
Totty Belster wanted to take revenge on the white cat.
But the cat was stuck to the wall. He could only watch and sigh.
Totty Belster looked at his bitten palm.
Suddenly, he realized that there was a mark on his palm.
The bite mark was gone.
"That's weird. Why is there something on my palm?"
Morocco Bick stared at the White Nightmare in fear.
At this moment, White Nightmare turned to Moroco Bick.
It seemed to have recognized Morocco Bick.
This time, Chen Zhao wasn't there to protect him anymore.
The White Nightmare pounced at Morocco Bick.
Morocco Bick's mind went blank.
Instinctively, he covered his head with his arm.
Then he felt pain in his arm. Morocco Bick waved his arm.
But he didn't touch anything.
He looked at his arm again. There was a mark now.
It was the same as the one on Totty Belster's palm.
"Where's that bastard?" Where did she go? "Totti Belster looked around and found that there was no sign of the White Nightmare Nightmare.
Crack —
Just then, the metal door opened.
Morocco Bick and Totty Belster were both stunned.
The metal door made a creaking sound as it was pushed open.
"Piccolo, is this door broken?"
It was pitch black outside. There weren't even any street lights.
Morocco Bick's expression grew more serious.
All the signs were developing in the direction he was most worried about.
"Why isn't there a prison guard outside?" Totty Belster didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all. She threw it aside and looked around on the walkway.
"Is this kind of prank a specialty of your prison?"
At this moment, the iron door of the cell next door also opened.
Startled, Totty Belster saw a prisoner looking around inside the door.
"Hey, what are you doing now?" Totty Belster asked.
The prisoner glanced at Totty Belster. "You didn't do this?"
"What can I do?" Totty Belster rolled her eyes. "Piccolo, explain it to him."
Morocco Piccolo walked to the door, but he was unwilling to take another step.
"Morocco, you're here too. What's going on?"
When the prisoner in the next room saw an acquaintance, he felt slightly relieved.
Morocco Piccolo looked at his old acquaintance. "Were you bitten by something just now?"
"I think it was a white cat. I was lying on the bed and didn't pay attention. After it bit me, it disappeared."
"That's not a white cat."
"Then what is it?"
"It's a White Nightmare." Morocco Piccolo's expression grew more serious.
"Stop joking. The White Nightmare is just a stupid joke in prison."
"It's not a joke. The White Nightmare really exists, and it's not the first time I've seen it."
"Wait … What are you talking about?"
Totty Belster was confused. She had no idea what the White Nightmare they were talking about was.
"People have been dying in this prison for the past few months," Morocco Piccolo said. "There's a rumor that there's a monster in this prison. It's that White Nightmare, the thing that just bit you."
"You're joking, right? I know. The warden must have asked you to team up to tease me. If I'm right, you're teasing me. "Totty Belster's smile was forced.
This was because he vaguely realized that many unexplainable things had happened ever since the White Nightmare Shapeshifter had appeared.
A voice in Totty Belster's head reminded him.
Morocco Piccolo wasn't joking.
He was serious!
The other prisoner was also a little frightened.
"Thomas, where were you bitten?" Morocco Piccolo asked.
"Here … Huh, where's the wound? When did I get this tattoo on my hand? " The prisoner named Thomas raised his arm. He wanted to show his wound to Morocco Piccolo and Totty Belster, but he realized it was gone.
There was a mark on his hand that was identical to theirs.
"I have one too. It's from that thing's bite." Totty Belster extended his palm.
Morocco Piccolo also extended his arm. The mark on his arm was identical to theirs.
"Morocco, tell me seriously that this is fake, right?"
"I don't think it's a joke." Morocco Piccolo shook his head. "Don't ask me more questions. I can't answer you."
Just then, the three saw a white figure in the corridor in front of them.
White Nightmare! The White Nightmare was standing at the end of the corridor.
The white figure was especially eye-catching in the darkness.
The three of them gulped.
"Run!" Morocco Piccolo shouted and turned to run.
Totty Belster and Thomas hurried after Morocco Bick.
"Did the White Nightmare catch up?"
"I don't know … I didn't dare look back."
"Look back …"
"Why didn't you look back?"
Right at this moment, a figure blocked their path again.
"What's going on? Why is the White Nightmare ahead of us?"
Morocco Piccolo wanted to run back, but when he looked back, he saw another White Nightmare standing behind them.
Morocco Piccolo wanted to jump down. They were on the third floor, and there was an indoor activity area below.
But before he could jump, Morocco Piccolo saw another White Nightmare below!
There was more than one White Nightmare, and there were more than one!
The three found White Nightmares in every corner.
"What … What do we do? These monsters will eat us, right? "Totty Belster was terrified. She grabbed Morocco Piccolo's arm tightly.
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