"Look, it's beautiful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "A round of red light suddenly descended from the sky, and the red light slid down towards the center of the street in a slow manner, and everyone exclaimed and sighed the red gorgeousness, only Ling Motang felt that it was not good, she raised her arms and shouted: "Quickly dodge, dodge ......"

The happy people didn't care what Ling Motang was saying when he was jumping around like a clown, they were still laughing and making trouble.

The red light fell, with a scorching temperature, falling straight down like magma, and the people who were still immersed in the joyful atmosphere began to howl in horror and fled in all directions, but there were still people shrouded in the red light, wrapped in a magma-like liquid, and when the red light dissipated, only a skeleton was left inside.

People began to flee in all directions, and the men and women who were still swearing in the mountains and seas changed their expressions, and the man pushed the woman in his arms away, and fled in a hurry, leaving behind a frightened and grief-stricken woman.

Ling Motang stood on the red bridge and saw everything that had just happened on the street clearly, and the sky slowly lit up with a fascinating red, this time no one appreciated it, but ran towards the red bridge where Ling Motang was, each running for his life, no one wanted to be the next skeleton.

The red bridge began to become crowded, Ling Motang had been leaning against the edge of the red bridge and had not moved, there were still a large number of people running towards this place in the distance, and some people had no time to escape and were shrouded in red light......

"My osmanthus cake." Ling Motang looked at the source of the sound, and on the bridge, a young man in a cyan robe held the oiled paper bag in his hand high, and was squeezed towards Ling Motang by the crowd.

The young man took care of the osmanthus cake in his hand, but ignored the crowded crowd around him, and when he was pushed, his center of gravity was unstable and fell into the lake, just before falling into the lake, the osmanthus cake boy grabbed Ling Motang's ankle.

Ling Motang's legs were almost split 180 degrees, and he exclaimed, "What's the situation! ”

The osmanthus cake boy smiled bitterly at Ling Motang: "Brother, pull me." The boy's legs were flying above the lake, and his face was flushed.

Ling Motang felt that he was a wronged man, how to stand still and there would be trouble coming to the door: "You, you let go......" Ling Motang's ankle was dragged by the young man and couldn't move, it is estimated that if someone pushes him again, Ling Motang can also directly plant in the water.

"I don't." The other party gritted his teeth, clasping Ling Motang's hand as if he was grasping a life-saving straw, how could there be any reason to let go: "Brother Tai, I'm afraid of water, you pull me!" ”

"Nonsense, am I pulling you?" Ling Motang glared at the young man, pulled his feet back, and enlightened the young man, "Let's discuss everything, you let go first, it's not terrible to be afraid of water, the important thing is to overcome psychological fear." ”

The young man shook his head desperately: "I want to let go first, my little life will be explained here......" Before the words fell, the young man screamed in horror again: "Ahhhh......h

Ling Motang looked at it, and the young man's ankle was entangled in a black thread at some point, and the black thread stretched out of the water, wrapping along the young man's ankle and around his waist, the more and more it was wrapped.

"Help......" The frequency of the young man shaking Ling Motang's ankle became faster and faster, Ling Motang only felt that his bones were about to be crushed, and he gasped and yelled at the young man: "If you want to live, let go!" ”

"I don't want to live until I let go!!" Ling Motang's tone was fierce, the young man's tone was even more fierce, he grabbed Ling Motang's hand and didn't let go, with this pull-down force, Ling Motang couldn't use any strength, but the whole person was dragged towards the bridge.

The bridge was no longer crowded, and people had fled to the other side of the bridge, looking at Ling Motang and the boy from a distance, no one was willing to step forward to help, and the red light in the sky had fallen towards the center of the bridge, smashing straight towards Ling Motang......

At this moment, Ling Motang looked at the red light in the sky that fell straight towards her, and then looked at the young man who was desperately dragging her wrist, and fell into a dilemma.

To jump or not to jump?

Don't jump, wait to be burned to death by the red light, jump, wait to be suffocated to death by the black thread of unknown things.

"Damn, who the kicked me!" Just as Ling Motang was thinking about the lightning in his mind, a long sword that was cold and emitted a blue glow flew high into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky.

A person in a dark blue brocade night dress jumped up in the air with a chic and elegant attitude, and when he jumped in the air, he first kicked Ling Motang's back neatly and simply, just like that, Ling Motang directly fell into the water, and the moment she was planted in the lake, she raised her middle finger to the person in humiliation, and wanted to throw out the sentence "bastard" at the person again, but her throat couldn't make a sound.

Very well, she remembers that very elegant and arrogant posture, very good, she will not let go of that person as a ghost.

With the sound of water, she sank into the cold lake. The young man who was holding Ling Motang's ankle tightly closed his eyes tightly the moment he came into contact with the water, and his limbs fluttered in the lake indiscriminately, and a punch slammed into Ling Motang's abdomen during the flutter.

Ling Motang: ......

Who did she offend!

The young man's hand on Ling Motang's ankle gradually loosened, slowly swaying in the direction of the current, and the large black lines that were originally wrapped around the young man's ankle began to become loose, Ling Motang pulled the young man to his side, relying on one arm to paddle, and led the young man to swim towards the shore.

When it was about to touch the shore, the loose black line changed its target and wrapped around Ling Motang's ankle, and with the swing of Ling Motang's legs, the black line became tighter and tighter, pulling Ling Motang to the bottom of the lake.

Ling Motang ignored the fact that the black lines had spread along her ankles to her calves, and forcefully pushed the young man who had lost his will to the shore, and then turned around and swam towards the center of the lake, and there were more and more black lines gathering around her, like seaweed floating in the depths of the sea.

The black lines became denser and denser, and there was a black cloud floating in the middle of the lake at the end of them, and Ling Motang stopped paddling and stared at the black mass in front of him. There was a rhythmic sound of water in the lake, and Ling Motang's heart also beat with the frequency of the sound, and the rich black was still silently approaching Ling Motang.

The sound of the water began to become rapid, as if Ling Motang's heart had jumped out of her body, beating in the water, and suddenly, a face with distorted facial features suddenly rushed out of the black, making a sharp cry in Ling Motang's ears, the sound was as if a person's fingernails were constantly scratching the wood, which was extremely harsh, which made Ling Motang get goosebumps all over his body.

And that distorted face was just a face, without a body, and at the same time, a lot of thin black lines grew out of that face, and that face revolved around Ling Motang's body, vowing to wrap and cover Ling Motang's entire body in a circle.

Only then did Ling Motang realize that what kind of black lines were these, which were clearly human hair......

The water of the lake became extremely thorough, so much so that as soon as Ling Motang looked down, he could see the white bones sunk at the bottom of the lake, and there were countless white bones at the bottom of the lake, almost smoothing the bottom of the lake.

Such a scene made Ling Motang's heart tremble.

What kind of lake is this?

Why do so many people die in the lake?

What is that distorted face?

The hair sticking to that face had been wrapped around Ling Motang's waist, she wanted to break free but couldn't move, the sound of "coo-dong" had stopped, Ling Motang felt that there was a woman's voice in her consciousness constantly tempting her: "Merge with me, merge into one......"