"ah!"

Martin woke up suddenly.

Huh! Huh! Huh...

His eyes were wide open with stiffness, his chest was undulating violently, and he was breathing heavily.

The forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which were flowing down my cheeks.

The whole person seemed to be fished out of the water, and his whole body was soaked.

He just had a nightmare, a terrible nightmare.

Stripped naked and thrown into the snow and frozen into an ice sculpture!

Is this nightmare so real?

All woke myself up!

The body is still unable to move.

After a few seconds of slowing down, he struggled to lift his stiff hands and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

call--

After breathing out a long breath of turbid air, Martin subconsciously wanted to touch the phone placed at the bedside.

etc!

Where is this?!

The line of sight is closed at a rapid speed, and the dim light is reflected into the pupils.

The room was dim and narrow, and the dim light shone in from the gaps in the somewhat worn velvet curtains, making it look so vague.

The furnishings in the room are very simple.

Next to the bed is an oak desk with a sense of age, piled up with books with thin or thick wrappings.

In the dim vision, there is a certain old aura.

The owner obviously often looks through it. Although the maintenance is pretty good, the footer has been slightly rolled.

Next to the desk is a small round table with simple craftsmanship, plus two backrest chairs of the same shape.

A mottled wooden tea tray, a faded metal teapot and a cup of the same texture are placed on the round table.

Where is this?

Why am I lying in this room?!

Hiss...it's so cold!

Martin couldn't help but shivered.

Taking a deep breath, supporting his slightly trembling body with both hands, he sat up from the bed with difficulty, trying to touch it and make sure that everything in front of him was true.

Bang!

Something fell to the ground...

Looking closely, it was a notebook.

The tan cowhide cover gives Martin an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

A subconscious mind in his body told him:

This notebook...is very, very important!

Huh?

There seems to be something in the gap between the notebook?

Martin bent down and gently stroked it with his hand, and a black card appeared in his eyes.

He was slightly stunned and pulled out the card.

The card is pitch black all over, with a matte texture, so light that it seems to have no weight.

When the hands were in contact, a faint light shone, and a line of white characters appeared on it.

The handwriting seems to be composed of countless white silk threads.

After closer inspection, it seems that it is still entangled and flowing...

"You are chosen to be His sacrifice!"

This text is far more complex than the English style characters, and it looks more like a vine-like pattern.

He clearly didn't know him, but Martin was surprised to find that he could understand what they mean!

After seeing the complicated words clearly, he instantly stood up, as if he was suddenly strangled by an invisible strange hand, and he suddenly felt difficult to breathe.

The heart was pounding, the muscles were spasming uncontrollably, and the whole body trembled violently.

The feeling seemed to trigger a kind of fear rooted in the depths of the soul.

The cold sweat that had just been wiped out suddenly appeared from my head again.

In my mind, countless memories suddenly appeared, overlapping with the things in the room.

A chill that came from the nightmare instantly enveloped his whole body and went straight into the depths of his soul.

The body trembled and shivered involuntarily.

curse!

This is a curse!

Martin stood there on the spot.

The card fell lightly to the ground, but he didn't realize it...

After a while, he finally recovered and realized his current situation.

He traveled through time!

Become this man named Martin Olic.

The card on the ground, with a terrible curse!

The original owner of this body died from the curse of this card!

After closing his eyes and searching hard for a while, Martin finally found several memories in his groggy head.

This card was bought by the original owner of the body and originated from a small underground gathering.

The main reason for the original owner's death was that he did it himself.

After seeing the card at the rally, he bought it with curiosity.

Then, driven by this curiosity, I went to study the cipher text on the card.

When he understood it, the curse came!

Everything is simply the best portrayal of seeking death.

"The ritualist's strong curiosity is their greatest weakness."

This prophecy that has been circulated is indeed correct!

Now, he had just crossed over and saw the secret words again...

Doesn’t this mean that this terrible curse has begun again!

Martin just wants to scold his mother.

I just came over in a confused manner, could I have to take a dog?

The shadow of death pressed on his heart like a heavy stone, making him feel a little breathless.

How about throwing away the card?

But he immediately denied this naive idea.

The original owner of the body seemed to have tried it too.

Unfortunately, no matter where the card was thrown, it would reappear next to him in an unexplainable way.

The curse follows like a shadow, lingering until death!

Gugu…gugu…

An old-fashioned wall clock hanging on the wall next to the bed, a bird suddenly emerged from the wooden door, making a crisp sound.

Eight o'clock in the morning!

Because it was drizzling outside, the sky was still gloomy, just like Martin's mood at the moment.

All right!

Once you come, you will be at peace.

You have to face what you should face.
To be continued...