Chapter 687

"It's too early, it's too early, is there something wrong with the plan?"

The man in black walked towards the door slowly. He seemed to be carrying a huge mountain on his back. It was so heavy that he couldn't straighten his waist, and he had to pant for a long time just to take a step.

It's really worrying that he might not be able to keep going from here to the door, and he would die of exhaustion halfway through.

"Come on, young man, push open the door that blocks the truth, come in, and come to me." The black-robed man stopped his staggering steps, hissing in a deep and hoarse voice, like a bird hiding in the grass. A poisonous snake swallowing a snake letter.

"No, don't go!" An anxious voice sounded in Tang Li's mind, and then he was drowned by endless waves of delirium and madness.

This voice is called reason.

Tang Li was lost in the frantic screams, and slid step by step into the abyss of madness.

The seal on the outside of this hall has long been eroded by the long years, and the constant sacrifices of cultists have loosened a lot.

squeak~

The sound was like the faint sigh of the old man on his deathbed, the door opened.

Those who gaze into the abyss will also be gazed upon by the abyss.

Tang Li's will was immediately swallowed by darkness.

All this is too long to say, but in fact it just happened in the spiritual world, and only a moment passed outside, and the spiritual power at Su Mu's fingertips was still condensing.

Tang Li's head limply shrugged on his shoulders as if he had lost the support of his spine, and his body limply shrugged on the deck. Suddenly, large pieces of flesh and blood on his face melted, leaving only a thin skin. on top.

These melted flesh and blood all fell to the ground, and a pair of eyeballs fell out with a bang and mixed with the melted flesh and blood. They squirmed and gathered together to form a flesh and blood dagger.

The dagger is not smooth, it is covered with transparent bulges of different sizes, and yellow pus is still flowing in the bulges.

The two eyeballs were distorted into an irregular and weird shape, and they were inlaid on the blade of the dagger. Their pupils were still rolling around, as if they were observing the world.

Evil, weird, disgusting, it's the product of a twist.

After some spiritual practitioners on the cruise ship accidentally saw the twisted dagger, their eyeballs began to move uncontrollably, and they also turned with the eyeballs in the dagger.

They felt that their cheeks were suddenly itchy, very itchy, it was an itching from the depths of the soul, and everyone could bear it at first, but the more they endured the itching became stronger.

A voice sounded from the bottom of their hearts, urging them not to restrain themselves and resist their instincts.

This kind of patience has finally reached the limit it can bear. These spirits no longer resisted, and stretched out their hands to scratch their cheeks vigorously, looking extremely refreshed.

There was no bloodstain as imagined, because all the flesh and blood on the face melted quickly in the scratching, and slid down to the ground along the gap between the fingers.

Under the pull of the twisted blood dagger, these falling flesh and blood rushed towards the blood dagger, wanting to merge with it.

When the flesh and blood on the face melted away, the itching sensation appeared all over the body, and their hands scratched all over the body. In the constant scratching, the indescribable itching feeling was stopped again.

They fell to the ground with relaxed expressions, and in just two or three seconds, they turned into skeletons with white bones.