The movement of that hand was so fast that almost before everyone could react, they had already grabbed Qing's ankle tightly and dragged her down.

Qing Qian was caught off guard, and was pulled by that strength to lose his center of gravity, fell to the side, and fell into a pool of blood.

The viscous liquid made her immediately go over, and she didn't even make a ripple.

Rong Tian followed behind, and his eyes quickly grabbed the corner of her clothes, and he also fell in.

By the time Night Star Han turned around, the two of them were gone.

No one has ever seen his face so ugly, and his calmness, which usually blows untouched, has all turned into fierceness and anxiety at this moment.

When the others reacted, he jumped in.

Everyone watched this scene and was all stunned.

Thunder also wanted to jump, but was stopped by someone.

Camellia scolded him: "Are you crazy?!"

Thunder's eyes were red, and he couldn't speak, but he was fighting desperately.

But the man-eating flower and the camellia held him down left and right, so that he couldn't break free.

Wang Daxian and the night star were cold and shallow, but they didn't have such a deep friendship, and after coming back to their senses, they ran forward without saying a word, for fear of encountering another ghost hand again.

Qing Qian only felt that his feet were weightless, as if they were constantly falling, but there was never an end.

That feeling often comes in nightmares, like falling from a tall building, only to wake up the moment you hit the ground.

She felt awake because she was still conscious.

But with that came an even stranger feeling.

The body shrunk into a small lump, and even the road was unsteady, and it staggered forward like a duck.

……

Breathless, his chest was pressed against a stone, he couldn't breathe, he slowly squinted his eyes, and a real pain appeared on his face.

There was a laugh in his ears: "It's obviously a life that can't be liberated, what are you struggling for, die!"

The voice was somewhat familiar, but it was bitterly resentful, pulling Qing Qian back from the muddy nightmarish dream.

The illusion dissipated in front of him, and a familiar face came into view.

Qing shallow blinked: "Fatty?"

The person in front of him was covered under a huge black cloak, revealing only one face.

It was the fat man who was on the same team before, and later died in the Bamen Formation.

The surrounding corpses were full of bones, and the smell of blood and carrion mixed together, exuding an indescribable smell that was unbearable.

Qing's shallow hands and feet don't know what to stumble on, and they can't move at all.

But she was even in the mood to look left and right, and saw that everything around her, from the walls to the columns, was made of bronze.

There were countless totemic textures carved on it, all of which had some similarities to the formations she had learned before.

“…… Fat...... The fat man's eyes rolled abruptly, and his mouth opened and closed, as if he was slowly adapting to the body's pronunciation function.

"It's really obese...... Repulsive, but ...... I've waited so long, it's rare to have this body...... I had to settle for ......."

The fat man giggled, he had never laughed in such a terrible voice, though he had not been very likable before.

"You're the master here?"

"Master here?" said the fat man, as if he had heard some great joke, and laughed again, like the cries of the crows in the night.

"The fools who built this place have long since died, and the last group of people here were buried alive by my order!"

"Who are you?"