I felt my head sink and pound, and I felt like I was going crazy. In the dimness www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" pavilion, there seemed to be a sound of someone talking, and there was a faint roar. The whole body seemed to be floating in the water, and the hands and feet were unable to exert their strength, and they were fluttering and swaying like cotton.

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a cramped box, and I glanced around, only to find myself in an unfamiliar environment. At first glance, this is a room, the light in the room is very dim, the soft yellow lamps can only shine about two or three meters at most, the floor and walls are bumpy cement, and there are chaotic boxes piled up around, which are covered with a layer of fine ash, and occasionally there is the sound of rats sneaking into the boxes, and there is a strong smell of rot and mildew in the room, and a real musty smell comes to the face. The darker, more disgusting the place I saw, the more panicked I became.

Why am I here? Who bound me? I remember seeing a monster with a blue face and fangs before I passed out, why was it in this hellish place when I woke up? Still trapped in a cramped box, with only his head exposed. The unfamiliar environment, the dimly lit hut, the unpleasant musty smell, all this left me confused. Instinctively I tried to free myself from the restraints of my hands and feet, but in vain I made the rope tighter, and the tight rope did not loosen in the slightest. For these suffocating torments, cold sweat was streaming down my body for some time, and in the cramped and dim box, an inexplicable fear slowly occupied all my thoughts. I sniffed and tried to calm my frightened mood as much as I could.

The room was quiet, or it was lifeless, as if the infinite time was frozen in this moment. Suddenly, there was the sound of pulling out the key outside the door, and soon, in the silent friction, a door in front of me slowly opened. What came in was a middle-aged man, tall, shirtless, with a face full of meat, carrying a big knife on his shoulder, the fat on his arms had been shrugged close to his chest, and his facial features had been blocked by the fat on his face. With a black apron around his chest, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear when I saw him in the dark. There was a strange smell on his body, and when you look closer, the smell of a rotten corpse mixed with the strong smell of blood and sweat. He didn't say anything, locked the door, and stood in front of me, staring at me motionless. The dim light flickered from time to time, and the whole room became extremely eerie......

I looked at him in horror, the most primitive fear from my body gradually enveloped every cell in my body, a chill from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and the whole person was as stiff as a plaster. The strange smell of his body irritated my nose, and he stared at me with his little eyes that barely squeezed out a little fat, as if waiting for something. My mind was blank, my heart was stretched to the extreme, and the fear in my heart was indescribable.

Immediately afterwards, a scrawny man entered, his face had no flesh and was covered with a thin layer of hungry blue-yellow skin. The bones were deeply sunken, their eyes were blank, and their fingers were like dry branches, standing there like a hemp stalk. He hurried in, and graciously threw a large piece of meat to the big man with a meaty face, and the smell of meat soon spread in the narrow space. Then there was a few mutters, and the sound of chewing echoed in every corner of the room.

"Damn, this old man's flesh is really hard to bite. It's still a child's meat, tender and delicious. The fat man began to complain, glancing in my direction from time to time, as if he couldn't wait.

"Hahaha, that's, wait a minute, chop this little girl, you can also have a full meal, I haven't eaten children's meat for a long time, this is a gift from God!" He casually bit the piece of meat in his hand, but his greedy eyes looked at this side deliberately, as if he was salivating at the delicacies in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and wanted to stretch out his hand, but he was restrained by himself.

"Wait a minute, don't procrastinate, go boil the pot and boil the water, I can't help but taste it now." The fat man pushed the thin man, signaling him to be sharper and not to grind here. The thin man seemed to be afraid of the fat man, and immediately stopped what he was doing, threw away his bones at will, stretched his clothes, wiped his hair, and walked out mechanically.

The fat man took the big knife and slowly approached me, looking at me defiantly with a smile in his eyes. At this moment, countless beads of fine sweat seeped out of my forehead, I closed my eyes in fright, my lips trembled, my heart seemed to stop beating, my whole body was terrified, and a bloody and brutal picture appeared in my brain unconsciously. At this moment, I am like a chicken and duck waiting to be slaughtered, helpless and desperate. It turns out that life is so fragile that in the face of death, you can only choose to give up on yourself. A hot tear rolled down my face, my mind was blank, like a puppet, which could only be manipulated at will, and the control of life and death was such a distant and impossible thing for me. I could even feel the breath of death looming in on me, maybe in the next second.

The big man sharpened his blade on the ground a few times, and the whistling sound of sharpening the knife seemed to remind me that it seemed to be the sound of sharpening knives coming from the underworld of hell. After half a ring, he shook the knife on me a few times, cold, cold, this cruel butcher's knife, like the embodiment of hatred, was greedily devouring life, including the last vestige of consciousness left of me. I didn't dare to squeak, and when I couldn't fight back, I had to silently pray for hope in despair.

"Seeing you so quiet, it will make you die more happily, close your eyes, it's just a matter of moments." He turned his knife in his hand and looked at me in a low, hard voice. As the seconds passed, my sense of survival was gradually worn away and there was not much left.

Suddenly he slowly moved behind me, grabbed my hair with one hand, and suddenly he swung his knife and was about to slash at my neck, at which time I was too frightened to speak, and in my helplessness to resist, I could only watch the big knife slash at me mercilessly.

At the moment when I thought there was no hope, suddenly a familiar voice came from the bottom of my heart, it was the voice of Bai Leng Mian! I was speechless in surprise, surprised, and a little excited.

"Everything you see now is a vision, don't go headlong, wake up with your own mind." The faint words, like a lightning bolt in the darkness, turned into a bright light in vain, piercing the darkness in despair. I was still wondering what the mind was, and then his voice slowly sounded: "What are you still doing in a daze?" What do you do when you can't wake up from the ghost press the bed when you sleep, recall carefully, time is running out, be fast, I can't support it for long. "It seems to be a little impetuous, and he has lost his usual calmness when he speaks, but he looks like a person who has lost his proportions.

How did the ghost press wake up? It seems to be concentrating on trying to kick my feet, and at the same time shouting as loudly as possible, and there seems to be a roar of anger in my heart, keep a belief, I want to wake up! I'm going to wake up!