C51

In ancient times, there was a form of punishment. He cut a slit through the prisoner's scalp and poured hot water or mercury through the slit. The skin could then be easily torn off. The upper half of the skeleton had been stripped of its skin, revealing the skull. The lower half of the skeleton's flesh was twisted. The drawing was very skillful. One could tell that the only remaining layer of thin skin was attached to the bone. There were many fragments of flesh scattered around the area. This kind of rarely seen painting, I happened to see it in an ancient book in my grandfather's study called "Forty-four Sentences." The name was called Lingchi, but it only happened under the skin, that is, first peeling off the skin, then slicing off the flesh. When the two punishments were mixed together, the pain wasn't as simple as one plus one equals two.

I gave a shudder, the exposed upper part of my sternum, a dot with a small circle,

A circle was like a heart. This person was still alive, but he didn't know what a circle meant. Two hearts?

Goosebumps rose up on my back once again. I felt as though my entire back had gone numb. My mind was a mess as I suddenly remembered the skinning monster in the chatroom.

That was one of the shadows of my childhood. At this moment, I felt a chill behind my back. He tried to push open the door, but he couldn't.

I panicked. I looked down at the crack in the door and felt it loosen up. The door was pulled, but I didn't have the handle. I used my fingers to pull at the bottom and was about to pull out. When I touched the inside, I felt a heart-wrenching pain, as if I was being burned by fire. I immediately withdrew my hand. Except for the dust on my fingers, my knuckles were the same as before.

I heaved a sigh of relief. It must have been my psychological effect again. I didn't use my hands this time. I lifted my shoes with a hook and with a 'bang', it was as though I had twisted a can.

I didn't dare to be careless. I only opened the door by a little bit and pulled myself under the door to hide behind it. Suddenly, a gust of red fog blew past me.

So, the sound of the wind was caused by the door being pushed open by the wind?

The red mist disappeared in a flash and rushed straight back. I swallowed hard and my feet loosened their grip on the door. The door was like a magnet, and with a bang, it bounced back.

My heart skipped a beat and I stretched my feet again. It was just as difficult as before.

I stopped trying and sat on the floor and thought about what had happened.

Does restlessness have anything to do with the wind blowing through the door? What was that red mist?

This door could have been opened at a certain time, and if someone had pulled it open with force, the result would have been a red fog drifting in. When the two beasts were fighting earlier, I had faced this gust of wind, but the red fog wasn't there. Looking at how the red fog was as thick as a brocade, instead of splitting in the wind, the chances of me not noticing it previously decreased greatly.

Now that I have a plan in my mind, I don't need to rush anymore. I don't know when the door will open, or if …

I pulled the door open with my foot and hid behind it. When the light from the flashlight hit the opening, there was a thick red mist drifting past, and then the wind continued to blow violently, but the suction force under my feet became stronger at the same time, as if the wind had no effect on the door, and the red mist never appeared again. After all, my leg wasn't strong enough.

There was only one red line, but it never appeared again. It was unknown if it was blown together with the black cloud. Somehow, I felt gloating in my heart. I realized that I was scolding myself for something. That red fog isn't even a living thing, and yet you are still f * * king bothering about it. Thinking about the scene in front of me, I moved my ankles a little and opened the stone door halfway. After another red mist rushed past, I buried my head and took a deep breath, holding my head low and closing my eyes as I rushed in!

After closing my eyes for just an instant, a buzzing sound entered my ears. It was as though my eardrums were being penetrated. My eyes opened up immediately. The scene before me was blood-red.

The door slammed, and the red mist seemed to be pulled by gravity, sinking to the ground in an instant.

I was stunned. What is this principle? He could not hold it in any longer. As soon as he let go, the red mist under his feet started to move. The color around me was deep and dark, but it could only gather at the bottom of my feet, undulating like a small wave, but it couldn't even reach the top of my boot.

I would be a fool if I could not see that something was wrong. With a single thought, he heard a faint buzzing sound coming from the bottom of his feet. I let the flashlight focus, and the red mist under my feet became more and more dense. A large lump of dust gathered outside my boots, and when I felt the friction, I ignored it and stepped forward — —

Kacha kacha kacha sounds continuously rang out. When my foot stomped down, the sensation was confirmed.

The red mist was not a fog at all, but a tiny worm, and the wind would not stop flying, although I do not know why it could only fly one red line at a time, but it was a good thing for me. I had held my breath before, so even in the mist it was all right (I guessed, after all, I did not know what this creature was hunting for), and as soon as I began to breathe, the worm leaped to my feet.

I increased my speed, not caring about the fact that ants are also a part of life. I activated my flashlight and started walking forward. The bottom of the stone wall on both sides of me was covered in a dense red color, but it didn't seem like I was going to be able to rise high.

However, my heart didn't loosen up as the feeling of my feet only became more and more obvious. I don't even know what kind of f * cking bite they were going through. The gnarled feel of the touch and the feel of the wings against my boots grew stronger. My heart started to race. In front of me was a ditch with not a single bug in sight.

As soon as I jumped, my feet clattered down like a cloud, and my feet hit the ground. I relaxed a little, and there was another door in front of me.

My heart is that angry, this f * cking builder was previously a gatekeeper right? Opening a door is one thing, but this door doesn't know what effect it will have.

I looked around, the door was much thicker than the previous one, and also half as short as the previous one. I had to squat down and bend my waist in order to get in, I looked up and down, left and right, but couldn't find any gaps, so I just sat down in the corner.

There was a faint pattern on the door, but it disappeared in a flash. I took two steps towards the door, but I still couldn't see anything. I almost thought I was hallucinating. Unresigned, he sat back down at his usual place. As he scanned the area with the flashlight, he saw a faint mark, but it looked very much like a picture.

I shook it, but the black line didn't change its shape, meaning that it wasn't dust. I couldn't help it. I wrapped the sweater around my finger and pressed it down. It felt very smooth to the touch, but the wool was caught.

I removed the thread and sat back down. When the flashlight hit the pattern, it stayed still, moving closer, but the black became lighter.

As I move backwards, a pattern unfurls in front of my eyes...

The black string was light, so it should be a carved sun. It was light, so if the light was too strong, it would be like a light without shadow, and once the shadow evaporated, it would disappear. I would not be able to stand near it, and if I angle incorrectly, it would also be fortunate for me.

I couldn't wait to look down. On top of it, there was another skeleton – a corpse that only had bones left from head to toe. The bones in both of its hands were displayed in a posture that didn't even fit a living person.

There were two small semicircles next to each other, but nothing else. I ran to the other side of the room. I couldn't scan the area with my flashlight, and cold sweat broke out on my forehead. At that moment, I saw another big semicircle that matched the previous one.

Previously, it was a big round circle with two circles placed up and down, and when I drew it, it was split into two sides to look at it. I couldn't make heads or tails of it, but I remembered this matter from the bottom of my heart.

A chill ran from the word to the top of my head, slicing through my forehead and into my bone marrow. The extreme cold made the muscles in my back quiver.

My eyes were stuck to the word, but my wrist was shaking. The flashlight felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and it started shaking as well. The light swayed left and right, and there were a few shadows beside it.

I took a deep breath and steadied my right hand, sweeping it from left to right.

"Life or death, I think. Prison door book. "

I read it through word by word, feeling depressed in my heart. Who is it? Or was it a book written on the door that held the corpse, damn it, I don't know. Whether you live or die, you will definitely choose to live. The most important thing is to tell me how to live!

I grind my teeth. That 'death' that is bigger than 'death' is really an eyesore. How the f * ck am I supposed to open this door?

I pushed hard for a long time, not moving at all. I tried to find a gap to dig, but I couldn't find a single gap.

This was like a piece of f * cking copper pea. If he couldn't chew, bite, and smash, then what else could he do?

I thought for a while, and with the flashlight in my mouth, I saw a few words. My finger tried to pinpoint the location of the words, hoping to find a point of impact.

I hesitated for a while, hesitating about whether I should try the word 'dead' or not. It was just that I was feeling unlucky, but looking at the shadow just now, this word seemed to be the most prominent one among all the words. I pressed on it with my finger, and it felt like there was a chill that numbed my finger, and it felt like there was a suction force on it.

With a "ka" sound, a gust of cold wind blew past my head. The word "die" was gone, leaving behind a "die" hole.

It was also dark at the back, so I didn't dare to look over. The flashlight's sweep was useless. I tossed it around for a long time before I finally sat down on the ground.

It seemed that the 'Death' seal had been punctured by my Single Solar Finger. The demonic energy here could not be suppressed any longer and waves of demonic wind began to blow out.

It was indeed the wind. The minute sounds of explosions came from the opening, I didn't dare to get too close. None of the bugs flew up, and instead, they were blown away by the wind. It seemed like I wanted to stack them on top of other bugs.

I sat and watched the bugs being blown all over the place. I think the wind and this wind probably didn't belong to one family. Otherwise, it wouldn't be like this.

I didn't dare to touch the door, so I studied something else. When I glanced around, I saw that there was actually a thin layer of black water in the ditch on the ground.

This was very intriguing. I looked towards the two sides of the ravine. I hadn't paid much attention to the other two sides, but now that I saw them, I was stunned. The water was still flowing slowly, but the ravine didn't seem to be moving at all. I look up the river, and little by little... Moved to the back.

I could hear it in my throat, and I swallowed hard.

The source of the two black water dragons that had snaked upwards astonishingly stopped at the door.

The water... It came out of the back room.

My line of sight was cut off by the wall. Are the bugs afraid of this black water? How can I leave then?

In fact, I didn't want to open the door at all, but what I was more afraid of was starving to death here. It would be better to go back, since the bugs wouldn't be able to kill me in a short time, as long as I held my breath while I opened the door and waited for them to come to my rescue.

I heaved a sigh of relief. I was not interested in knowing what was inside. Besides, I wouldn't be able to get in even if I did. Why waste my strength? The end result might just be a waste of effort.

I made up my mind and turned around. Just as I was about to cross the groove, something happened with a "ka" sound.