Chapter 64

Dark red lights shrouded the deep corridor, and the sound of messy and panicked footsteps echoed.

"How's it going? Throw it away...Did it go away?"

One of the anchors lowered his voice and asked unsteadily.

After all, they are all C-level streamers who have experienced at least five dungeons. They are rich in both points and experience, so even if they encounter a sudden situation like just now, they can quickly react and use props skillfully. Change the road, hide your breath, so as to avoid the pursuit of monsters.

The anchors carefully observed the corridor behind them.

The corridor behind was empty, and there was no sound except for the gasping sounds of everyone.

It appears to be thrown away.

The crisis is temporarily lifted.

After confirming that no monsters were chasing after them, they finally let out a long sigh and relaxed a little.

However, this brief relaxed atmosphere was quickly broken by a question from one of the anchors:

"So, what do we do next?"

The emotions of all the anchors involuntarily darkened slightly.

Although this question has just been asked, they already have the answer in their hearts.

Since the faction war is not over yet, it means that the black anchor is still alive, but the only two anchors who may know his whereabouts should be dead by now.

The upgraded map is at least twice as large as before, and aimless searching will not be effective. After all, there are only individuals on the opposite side, not team members, and the target is too small compared to them.

In this case, in order to ensure the victory of the non-confrontational faction war, they can only go the most traditional way, that is—

Complete the main line.

[Forge the tenth Soul Locking Altar to completely suppress the evil spirits]

Wen Jianyan stared at the red main task on the screen of Su Cheng's mobile phone, and showed a certain expression.

"What do you think?" Su Cheng retracted his phone and asked.

"Hong should give up looking for my trail now and go to complete the main quest instead." Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, subconsciously rubbed the line of the spell on the back of her hand with her fingertips, and said slowly while arranging her thread. :

"So, they should pick up Wen Po next."

"so what?"

Ji Guan twisted and looked at the scarlet wall squirming behind him, and took a half step forward in fear, but he still puffed out his chest subconsciously, and raised his voice and said:

"In your current capacity, do you still need to be afraid of them?"

There are so many ghosts!

Wouldn't it be possible to walk sideways!

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan shook it and said solemnly: "No, on the contrary, the red and black doubles' winning rate is indeed five or five points this time, and even the red has the upper hand."

Su Chengzheng: "How do you say?"

Wen Jianyan: "The strongest in this dungeon is not the soul sealed in 1316, but Po Wen, don't forget, she is the initiator of all this, as long as she connects with the anchors, then the distance is the first. The ten soul lock altars are not far away, and the number of red is not only more, but there are also paper ghosts and ghosts of Wen Po in the camp, and all kinds of magic tools, unless I want to sacrifice my followers, otherwise , I'm no match for her in a head-to-head confrontation."

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast:

"Good guy, this is the call of "My Cultist"... He's too good at accepting his current status!"

"Laugh to death, he is a very dedicated evil/godson!"

"However, what the liar said is indeed true. The faction battle of this dungeon is indeed difficult to fight, and the side is difficult to compete, so it is the faction rather than the hunting one."

"And I remember that there is no way for the anchor to actively change factions? Even if the black one wins, all of his teammates will die in this dungeon... oh, it's too uncomfortable."

"This camp battle is too difficult to vote!! It's impossible to say who will win!"

"? Why are you all recognizing and analyzing the situation? Am I the only one who recognizes and appreciates the loss of my wife?"

"Woooooooo, me too! Tattoos, battle damage, rags, what kind of fragrance setting is this, the child has passed out!"

"No matter what the winning rate is, I have no brains to press my wife to win! [Reward Points 100]"

Wen Jianyan narrowed her eyes slightly and slowly concluded:

"Actually, the main mission of this faction battle is essentially to grab the soul altar."

After all, only nine jars have been produced in the dungeon now, so this sealing formation against evil spirits is actually a semi-finished product.

Before in 1316, Wen Jianyan only temporarily broke the seals of those jars. Unless the person who created the seals was killed, the soul would not be free.

If Hong rushes to create the tenth Soul Locking Altar before Black, then the magic circle will be completed automatically, and the few Soul Locking Altars whose seals were broken by Wen Jianyan will also take effect again, and the evil spirits will be directly sealed.

And if Hei rushes to create the tenth Soul Locking Altar and grabs the ninth Soul Locking Altar from Red's hands and smashes it, then the magic circle will be cracked directly, and the evil spirits will be released directly.

Therefore, in fact, the victory of this faction battle is how to get the next Soul Locking Altar.

But in addition, there are things that Wen Jianyan cannot ignore.

No. 1, although he is black, he does not want to complete the main quest of the black faction...because the main quest is to liberate that evil spirit! That evil spirit who was stabbed in the heart by him in the last dungeon!

And the second one is the red identities of Su Cheng and Ji Guan.

If he grabs and shatters the ninth soul lock altar, it may have the worst ending.

- The army is destroyed.

That's why Wen Jianyan would say that Hong even had the upper hand faintly.

After all, the opponent does not have to face such a difficult choice.

But... not sure.

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes slightly, her fair and slender knuckles curved slightly, and tapped her knees.

Su Cheng knew that this meant that he was taking the test.

I don't know why, but he has an almost blind trust in this liar who seems to have no bottom line and is full of lies. For no reason, he just believes that he will not easily obey the rules of the rules, in order to survive. sacrificing teammates.

However, looking at Duo's lowered eyes, Su Cheng had a faint chill down his spine.

His hunch almost never goes wrong.

So... this guy must have some bad idea! ! !

Time passed by, and the walls along the corridor were completely covered with scarlet and smooth flesh, beating slightly with the rhythm of the heartbeat, looking full of pollution.

Wen Jianyan raised her eyelids slightly, her amber-colored, clear and harmless eyes looked over from under her eyelashes:

"Wait a minute."

He stood up and limped back into 1316.

A low voice of conversation sounded from inside the room.

The youth seemed to be conversing with another muffled, intermittent voice, their conversation being drowned out by a wet, sticky squirming sound that was barely audible from the outside.

Outside the room, Su Cheng and Ji Guan looked at each other, not knowing what the hell this guy was doing.

The online audience in the live broadcast has been decreasing rapidly, and they all went to watch the excitement in the live broadcast of [Integrity First].

Minutes later, the number of people in their live broadcast finally picked up again.

"...Grass, grass! Grass!!"

"I can't speak, I can't speak... How could anyone think of such, such and such a solution!!"

"I just want to say a word to this little cutie: run! (hoarse voice"

Soon, Wen Jianyan came out of the room.

"About the faction..."

The young man's face was still pale due to excessive blood loss, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, the corners of his lips were raised harmlessly upwards, and the light ripples in the depths of his pupils looked very friendly and pleasing.

"I want to do an experiment, are you willing to help?"

Wen Jianyan asked with a smile.

Su Cheng: "..."

Ji Guan: "..."

This time, even Ji Guan couldn't help shivering, and an ominous premonition slowly filled his heart.

This... what does this guy want? !

In the mother-in-law's room.

A lot of anchors were squeezed into the small compartment, and the already narrow space seemed to be more and more difficult to breathe.

The smell of incense ash wafted in the air, the electronic candles flickered faintly red in the dark, and all kinds of strange and evil weapons were placed everywhere, making people almost hairy.

The Evil Bodhisattva statue made of brass is placed on the base, with a compassionate expression, silently watching the crowd in the dark.

From time to time, there are always anchors who cast doubtful glances at the statue of the Bodhisattva - was there such a big hole on the statue of the Bodhisattva before?

besides……

Is this arm crooked?

Mother Wen coughed heavily, finally attracting the attention of all the anchors.

Seeing that everyone was focusing on her body, Po Wen raised her turbid eyes, which were covered with white veil, and said slowly, "You guessed right, the evil spirits have not yet been suppressed by the Bodhisattva. , once the evil spirit reappears, the whole world will suffer a great catastrophe."

"If you want the Bodhisattva to completely suppress the evil spirits, the tenth Soul Locking Altar is essential, but if you want to complete the Soul Locking Altar, you must offer sacrifices."

The whole room was quiet, only listening to the shallow breathing of the anchors deliberately, everyone concentrated and listened to what the woman said.

She stared at the anchors in front of her with those terrifying eyes, and continued slowly:

"Since you have come here, you should be ready to pay the price, right?"

offerings.

The word sounds disturbing.

Wang Hanyu and Gao Chengxin exchanged glances, "Of course."

As she spoke, she leaned down tremblingly, opened the cabinet next to it, and took out a pitch-black black pottery jar.

"Only a soul that is dyed into darkness by desire and killing can become the raw material for the Soul Locking Altar."

She stretched out an old and shrunken hand, and from the incense altar enshrined in front of the Bodhisattva statue, she took out the gray and white incense ashes, and threw it into the depths of the jar. A small gossip mirror lay at the bottom of the altar:

"Locking the soul into the altar, not entering reincarnation, not leaving an inch."

Po Wen took out a stack of yellow paper and cinnabar and placed it on the table.

She said slowly: "Accordingly speaking, the sacrifice of the Soul Locking Altar can only be entered actively, and cannot be dragged by spells, but if the tenth Soul Locking Altar cannot be made tonight, the evil spirits will break through the seal. At that time, it was irreversible, so I could only take the risk and drag the sacrifice into the altar with the soul as a guide."

Saying that, Mother Wen took out a few small paper figures from her pocket and punctured her fingers with a long needle. The moment blood dripped on them, the paper figures ignited on their own.

The scraps of paper were mixed with Po Wen's blood, and were carefully stirred into the cinnabar.

Wen Po put the pen on the table and looked up at the anchor in front of her:

"Come on, write the names of the three sacrifices on the yellow paper with cinnabar."

One of the anchors was stunned and asked uncertainly: "Wait... Could it be that the name written on the paper will be thrown into the altar and become a sacrifice for the refining altar?"

"Naturally." Wen Po slowly said:

"If you want to become a locked soul altar, there is no other way."

In an instant, the entire narrow room fell into a dead silence.

The anchors realize what the red test is - they will never take the initiative to write their names on the yellow paper, and in such a copy, the anchor's department wants to call it by the name on the ID card, only with Only the teammates who entered the team by themselves know each other's names.

If you want to refine into a soul lock altar, it is like sending three people into the jar for refining.

In other words, if you don't want to be thrown into the jar by your teammates, you must take the initiative to write the teammate's name on it, so that he can become the nourishment for the jar.

There were 23 people in total, and it was impossible for so many people to act. Therefore, after determining the camp, they began to act separately. After the group of monsters disappeared, the paper people reappeared. The originally neat team was in the paper After being driven away, they dispersed again, and many anchors lost contact with their teammates.

At this moment, Po Wen's figure appeared in front of them, led them into this room, and told them the refining method of the tenth Soul Locking Altar.

But this law is really too cruel.

All the anchors' faces are extremely ugly.

Gao Chengxin broke the silence. He asked Granny Wen, "Is there anyone looking for your room before us?"

Wen Po did not answer directly.

Holding the black pottery jar in her hand, she said slowly, "Our world is now at the junction of fantasy and reality. The room you are in does not exist. Anyone who wants to come to this room can find me. will help them.”

In other words, they may be the first to look for this room, and they may not be the last.

There may even be a similar conversation taking place elsewhere in this instance.

In the red live broadcast, the audience was enthusiastically discussing the current battle situation:

"That is to say, other anchors can also meet Mother Wen in other places, and can also learn the method of creating a soul-locking altar from her mouth?"

"!! I understand, and I said why the paper figurines appeared and started chasing the anchor. These paper figurines were all made by the mother, and they went after the red only after receiving the order of the mother!"

"Grass, that is to say, Wen Po deliberately separated most of the popular anchors from her teammates, and then told them how to make the Soul Locker Altar, so that they would betray each other and teammates!"

"Isn't this the prisoner's dilemma! This old woman is so poisonous!"

"This dungeon can be renamed the Backstab Book. The red side can't make a soul lock without selling out his teammates, and the black side has to kill one of his teammates if he wants to win... If you compare carefully, this dungeon The mechanism is even more poisonous!"

"Speaking of which, what the hell is he doing over there? Why doesn't it seem like there has been any movement for a long time?"

"I just came from there, to be honest... I didn't understand."

"???"

"Don't understand what it means?"

"Just... can't tell, just go and see."

In the corridor, dark red ominous lights flickered slightly, and the wall beside it was turning into scarlet sticky flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tick, tick.

The corroded "liquid" dripped down, making a rustling sound on the ground.

The sound of hurried, panicked footsteps echoed in the corridor, and the figure ran wildly with the pursuit of ghosts.

cluck cluck cluck-

The pale limbs were looming in the dark shadows, and the sound of screeching climbing closely followed.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Ji Guanke kept moving his sore leg, his face collapsed and he ran wildly: "Ah, ah, ah, why did things become like this!"

"I don't even fucking know!!!!"

Su Cheng's face also collapsed, and he avoided the pale arm protruding from the side corridor in an extremely thrilling manner.

About five minutes ago, after Wen Jianyan made the so-called "experimental request" with a smile, before they could agree, the familiar system prompt sounded:

[Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scene: chase battle

Scene countdown: 10:00]

[If the health value returns to zero, the anchor dies and the live broadcast ends.

If the wisdom value returns to zero, the anchor will become part of the copy, and the live broadcast will end]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and do not disconnect! 】

? ? ?

and many more? ? ?

What? ? ? ? ?

Chase? !

Su Cheng and Ji Guan were completely dumbfounded and could hardly believe their ears.

What is this situation? !

The young man standing at the junction of light and dark leaned on the door frame sideways, his fair and firm side body was covered with a dark spell, and under the dark red light, he was like a living thing, spreading his teeth and claws.

With a smile on his lips, he is innocent:

"I suggest that you can start running now."

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

Behind him, the pale monster figure appeared.

Wen Jianyan reminded with a smile, "They don't let water out."

Su Cheng: "..."

Ji Guan: "..."

Next, the individual collapsed and began to flee for his life.

It is true that this monster did not release water, and after finishing it, they were put to death! ! ! ! ! !

Oh shit.

…………The damn dog liar! ! ! !

"There is no other way."

Wang Hanyu turned around and said to Gao Chengxin in a low voice, "In this situation, three people must be sacrificed, and now we still have the right to decide. If we continue to drag on, the names written on the yellow paper will be uncertain. Who will it be?"

He raised his eyes, looked around the room, and said:

"Don't forget, our competitors are still black. If theirs completes the task before us, our red 23 people will die! Sacrifice three people to save the remaining 20 lives, no matter how you say it is not a loss. ."

Wang Hanyu led the way forward.

He leaned over to pick up the pen, soaked it in cinnabar, and wrote on the yellow paper.

Soon, he put down the pen and turned to look at the rest of the crowd: "This is for the collective benefit of all of us."

other side.

Chen Mo and the other three anchors walked in the corridor together.

During the chase just now, they accidentally separated from their team and are now trying to find their way back.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, and twisted the pulp of his index finger and thumb subconsciously. He gritted his teeth and inexplicably became addicted to smoking.

Although he and the team separated more than ten minutes ago, they separated from Wang Hanyuzhi shortly after entering the mirror world.

At that time, they found the Soul Locking Altar in 1304, and were dragged into the mirror by the monster.

After he used the props to leave the mirror world, he separated from Wang Hanyu and didn't meet again until the melee just now. The next step was the alienation of the dungeon and the allocation of the faction.

After finding that they were all classified into the red, Chen Mo was relieved.

He didn't want to draw a knife against his teammates.

However, what happened next was something he hadn't thought about.

The red needs to decide the next action needle. Wang Hanyu seems to know the information he does not understand. He thinks that the whole thing is behind the plan of the black anchor on the opposite side. Therefore, he proposes that everyone find a red member who directly helps the black anchor. The whereabouts of the black anchor were tortured from his mouth.

He tried to use a confrontational faction battle to fight this non-confrontational faction war.

That is, the black anchor.

Chen Mo disagreed with this.

Since this is a non-confrontational faction battle, you should follow the rules and complete the main quest before the opponent, instead of starting a one-sided encirclement and suppression.

This is not because of Chen Mo's high moral standards.

Chen Mo's grade is c+, and he will be able to rise to b- in just a few live broadcasts.

Although he is only half a level higher than Wang Hanyu, the dungeons he has entered are far more than the counterparts. According to experience, in this camp, the forces are often balanced, and there will never be one-sided crushing. Case.

However, in this book, the number of reds is 23, and the number of blacks is 1.

This made Chen Mo vigilant.

The match is that there is something they don't know, otherwise the dungeon will not make such an outrageous number of people.

However, Wang Hanyu was extremely obsessed with his own plan and could not listen to his persuasion.

Under such a dispute, Hong divided into a team and took a confrontational route with Wang Hanyu. Only a few anchors chose to go with Chen Mo to complete the main task.

The paranoia and emotionality of his teammates made Chen Mo very disappointed.

He and Wang Hanyu belonged to the same small club. This club was very small, with only six members in total. They all knew each other after entering the nightmare.

He is the president and Wang Hanyu is the vice president. However, as the ranking of the club rises, people gradually diverge.

The dungeons below the A-level limit the number of anchor teams, but above the A-level, there are s-levels, ss-levels, and sss-levels. The restrictions on the number of anchor teams in this dungeon will be greatly relaxed.

In this dungeon, if it is backed by a powerful meeting, the difficulty of passing the level will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Wang Hanyu persuaded Chen Mo directly, trying to get him to hand over his small meeting and be merged into a larger meeting, but Chen Mo always refused.

The differences gradually became larger, until this dungeon had reached an extent that could not be ignored.

Chen Mo took out a flat cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and bit it on his teeth.

He is not a fool, he can feel the change in attitude.

Since entering this dungeon, every decision Wang Hanyu has made runs counter to him. Although they were able to reach an agreement before, on many key issues, although Wang Hanyu is reluctant, he will always obey him as the president. Decide.

but……

Clearly, this apparent deference is now completely unprepared to maintain.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, the bitter taste of tobacco slowly diffused on his tongue.

He took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth and sighed.

It seems that after this dungeon is over, they need to talk about the next development.

The sound of footsteps of several people echoed in the empty corridor, but, for some unknown reason, Chen Mo felt extremely uneasy, and thought that something was always peeping behind him, It made his hair stand on end.

Chen Mo stopped, frowning and looking around the circle.

His eyes stopped in the corner of the corridor.

strangeness.

Is there a mirror here... before?

The blurred mirror reflected Chen Mo's figure, and the red light on the top dimmed for some time. Chen Mo couldn't help feeling a strong sense of crisis, and he slowly stepped back——

However, it was too late.

The arms of the double paper figurines protruded out of the mirror, grabbed Chen Mo's ankles firmly, and then dragged him into the mirror violently! !

Do not

Chen Mo's pupils shrank, but his whole body was lost in an instant, and he could only be dragged into the mirror abruptly!

The feeling of a whirlwind came.

When he opened his eyes again, Chen Mo found himself falling into a space that was very similar to the outside, but different everywhere. The corridors not far away were tangled with each other. In the darkness, there could be countless paper figures standing upright in the room. , the pale, smiling face stared straight at him.

Not far away, stood another anchor.

They looked equally bewildered.

Chen Mo stood up, and before he had time to say anything, he heard an old voice coming from the top: "Congratulations on your chance to return to the bodhisattva's arms, you volunteered to sacrifice your faith and life, and the bodhisattva will definitely be grateful to you. Devotion and dedication."

"..."

Chen Mo was stunned, and recognized that it was the voice of Wen Po.

"Wait! What do you mean!" An anchor raised his voice in panic and screamed in a tone-shifting voice: "What is volunteering?"

Three yellow papers appeared in front of several people, and the scarlet cinnabar handwriting on them was particularly dazzling.

"No! It's not my handwriting!"

The anchor's eyes widened in disbelief: "This, this is—"

Chen Mo felt that his heart was being pinched fiercely, and the cold, dark iron fell on his stomach, and the familiar handwriting pierced his eyes like needles, causing his internal organs to stir up.

Yes, it's not his handwriting.

This is……

Teammate's handwriting.

"Since you are not voluntary, and you have a strong desire to survive, then the Bodhisattva House is kind-hearted and will give you a chance to save yourself." The old voice echoed in his ears.

"Dang bang."

A cold metal crash sounded in front of him, and three daggers landed in front of the three anchors at the same time.

"This chance is only once."

"Only a person can get it."

The cold, heavy metal fell in the palm of his hand, and reflected his pale face.

tick.

Scarlet "liquid" dripped on the blade.

this……

Chen Mo was startled and looked up subconsciously.

I don't know when it started, there is a gossip mirror hanging from the top, and the scarlet flesh wall is wriggling in the mirror, and the sticky tentacles are slowly sticking out.

cluck, cluck.

The sound of bones rubbing sounded from a distance, and several mirrors from out of nowhere appeared in the darkness, pale monsters stretched out their hands and feet from the mirrors, and the temperature in the air dropped instantly.

That kind of strong, unpretentious killing instantly struck, making everyone stand upright.

"We want to change the rules of the game."

A vague, unnatural voice sounded, and it echoed intermittently: "There are no quotas, you all will die."

In the next second, the familiar system sound rang in my ears.

[Congratulations to the anchor for triggering the scene: chase battle

Scene countdown: 10:00]

[If the health value returns to zero, the anchor dies and the live broadcast ends.

If the wisdom value returns to zero, the anchor will become part of the copy, and the live broadcast will end]

[In order to bring a better viewing experience to the audience, please ensure that the live broadcast is smooth and do not disconnect! 】

What? ? ?

It was a chase!

The anchors were so frightened that they turned around and ran away from the monster as fast as they could!

Chen Mo also reacted.

run!

This is the only solution to the chase!

"How's it going?" Wang Hanyu was pacing the room, turning to look at Granny Wen from time to time: "How long will it take to lock the soul altar?"

He frowned: "Can't you 'manipulate' the world in the mirror? Can't you speed up the process?"

Po Wen lowered her eyes, pinched the string of beads with her wrinkled fingers, and muttered words in her mouth.

"No, I can not."

Hearing the right question, she raised her cloudy eyes and looked at Wang Hanyu:

"The mirror is just a channel, a door to another world. I can open the channel, drag them in, and issue rules for them, but I can't control other things in that world, and I can't interfere with them refining each other. process."

If she could interfere in the process, there would be no need to lure the streamers into the mirror in the first place.

"So, can we just wait?" an anchor asked.

"That's right."

Po Wen lowered her eyes again and began to recite the scriptures.

Although he got an answer, Wang Hanyu still couldn't calm down.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the backstage of Nightmare, and stared at the ratio of the number of people in the red and black camps, for fear of missing the slightest change.

The number of blacks is still 1, and the number of reds has been reduced by 20.

Minus the red member they left in the corridor, someone should have died in the fight in the mirror.

The passage of time has become extraordinarily slow, and every minute and every second is suffering.

Wang Hanyu's eyes were sore.

He blinked his dry eyes, and when his vision became clear again, the red members changed again. This time, the total number was reduced by 19.

In other words, there is only one living person left in that world.

Wang Hanyu listened to his heart pounding.

I don't know if I'm nervous or excited.

According to Wen Po's introduction, after other people are killed, they will generate strong resentment and hatred, which will gradually improve the Soul Locking Altar. As the Soul Locking Altar takes shape, the third person will be automatically strangled by resentment.

Soon, the Soul Locking Altar will be completed soon. After this main task is completed, Hong will automatically win, and his stumbling block will disappear.

Stone two birds, Ben Wanli.

However, at this moment, for some unknown reason, Zhang's pale face appeared in Wang Hanyu's mind without warning.

In the dim corridor, the right eye was covered with blood, and he looked over from the bottom up.

His teeth were dyed a dazzling red with blood, his lips parted, and he said:

"The tower is upright."

"Your Chi will start to collapse and disintegrate from the depths, and the bad things you have done will be punished on you.

Wang Hanyu's heart beat involuntarily, he couldn't help tightening his fingers, and his knuckles turned white.

……Will not.

Where can the anchor who is a liar do any divination, and all the talents of the foresight system are decrees, he just pretended to scare him!

That's all!

While he was thinking wildly, the numbers on the screen jumped again.

Black: 1

Red: 18

The last person also died!

Wang Hanyu jumped up impatiently and turned to look at Po Wen: "Has the production of Soul Locking Altar been completed?"

But unexpectedly, Po Wen's face had a rare dignified "color".

She stood up tremblingly, stared low at the black pottery pot in front of her, her wrinkled mouth trembled slightly, and said in a very low and vicious voice:

"……No."

It shouldn't be.

The scarlet flesh wall wriggled and devoured Che.

Chen Mo's body could no longer move.

His face was pale, half of his foot sank into the wall of flesh, and he sat slumped in the corner. He stretched out his pale, blood-stained fingers, slowly pulled out a cigarette, and bit it shiveringly. on the teeth.

The scarlet chains lay in front of him, barely blocking the tentacles approaching him.

"Giggle" bone friction sounded from not far away.

There are still three minutes left until the end of the chase, but Chen Mo knows that he can't last for so long.

He looked up at the blood strips above his eyes.

Although there are still more than 30% of the health value left, the san value has dropped by a single digit, and it is still falling at a rapid speed.

Must die.

With the rapid decline of the san value, a double image appeared in front of his eyes, everything became distorted and weird, the evil whispers sounded in his ears, his soul trembled in this indescribable fear, almost on the verge of madness the edge of.

The wet squirming sound echoed in his ears.

It was as if he was trapped in the stomach of a monster, his body and limbs were dissolved by stomach acid, and he could only watch helplessly as his mind and body were digested together.

Chen Mo smiled reluctantly, and bit his cigarette subconsciously.

Unfortunately, didn't bring a lighter.

Invisible fear takes root in the depths of the soul, trying to break through the skin and grow branches.

He wanted to scream, to tremble, to escape, to stretch out his hand to scratch his skin, and pull out his alienated internal organs from the depths of his body and threw them on the ground.

"Da da da".

In the distorted hallucination, steady and steady footsteps are approaching.

[san value: 1%]

The scarlet tentacles under his feet moved slowly and gradually left Chen Mo's body.

"...?"

what happened……?

happened……

What?

Chen Mo raised his head blankly and confusedly. He had lost his clear ability to test, so he could only raise his face dully and look towards the direction where the voice came.

Mo's slender figure was particularly conspicuous in the horrific scene of bizarre horror.

His figure was like a sharp blade, slicing through the blood and darkness, and wedged straight into the line of sight, bringing about a burning pain.

The upper body of the young man was naked, his fair skin seemed to glow in the darkness, and his entire body was enveloped in an indescribable pallor.

Like some kind of holy being that does not belong to this world, descending without warning into this filthy world,

In the bloody chaos behind him, his smiling amber eyes seemed very out of place, and there was a strong visual impact that almost made people cry.

"Do you want to live?"

Chen Mo held his breath involuntarily, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Being a human streamer cannot change camps.

Only ghosts can become the believers of the Father, so even though he is the master of the evil church, Wen Jianyan can't carry out preaching, and can't increase his followers.

However, when the host's san value decreases to a certain extent... he will be assimilated by the copy.

The young man dressed in the scarlet holy light smiled, his voice soft and bewitching.

Like a pious father preaching to believers, and like a savior bestowing blessings on all living beings, he stretched out his hand and softly seduced:

"Then believe in my Lord."

"The believer will be saved."