Hua Wuyang frowned and watched the changes on the wall.

Dark red streaks like tree-like veins spread all over the walls of the room, including the floor and ceiling, and something in the streaks was flowing slowly, emitting a dark luster, and it looked very strange, really like blood was flowing in the walls.

Hua Wuyang looked around, silently retreating towards the center of the room.

The walls, which were supposed to be hard, were undulating like waves, like the surface of the water that had been wrinkled by the wind, setting off layers of waves. Combined with the surging vein-like dark red lines, this picture looks very strange.

Hua Wuyang clenched his six paths, vigilantly watching the changes around him, ready to make a counterattack at any time.

The walls rose and fell more and more irregularly, and the whole room was like a restless monster.

His feet were a little shaky, and Hua Wuyang tried to stand firmly.

The floor and ceiling are undulating like the walls.

There was a mournful roar in my ears.

Where does the screaming sound come from?

Hua Wuyang held Liudao in one hand and covered his ears with the other, this sound would cause a feeling of dizziness when he heard it too much, and he couldn't discern the direction of the sound source at all, and the whole room was filled with this ugly scream. Could it be an enemy sonic attack?

Soon, however, he discovered the source of the scream.

There were a lot of bumps on the undulating walls, and Hua Wuyang didn't care about it at first, but at this time he found that those uneven potholes gradually combined and formed, turning into human faces.

The face without facial features protrudes on the wall, and the eyes are hollow. Open your mouth wide. Each one's expression was unusually distorted. It's like you're in endless pain.

The screams of sorrow come from the mouths of these people's faces. It is said that it is a mouth, but it is more like a pit like a mouth, and the "mouths" are twisted and opened, making a buzzing sound similar to a mournful roar.

The protruding faces were constantly changing, making various changes and expressions through the undulations of the walls, but all expressions looked unusually distorted and painful. It's like going through hell.

Surrounded by countless human faces, Hua Wuyang seemed to have been thrown into the center of hell alive.

Of course, Hua Wuyang was not frightened by this kind of scene, he still frowned, holding Liudao tightly.

Demonic means?

These faces should have no means of attacking other than looking weird. What he wants to pay attention to is the real threat that lurks within.

The ability of the Six Paths had been used twice before, especially the latter one, which was very reluctant. If you want to start again, you have to wait longer.

The power of evil was all around him. Hidden under the screams, it is difficult to find its true whereabouts.

Cut, cunning enemies.

Demons? Or something else?

Some were disturbed by the screams of grief. But his senses were still keen, and he needed to be more attentive to find out the true source of this evil.

Hua Wuyang took two more steps back. It wasn't until his back rested against the long bar table in the center of the room that he stopped receding.

Due to the undulation of the floor, the long table also swayed up and down, Hua Wuyang squinted at the table behind him, he didn't intend to pay too much attention, but this time, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

The smooth and elongated table top is also undulating like the wall, but instead of human faces, it is ......

A whole humanoid.

The form of a man who looks like he is naked.

If this is really a "human", it is at least five meters tall and half a meter wide. The divisions are very uneven, with two leg-like parts taking up at least three-quarters of the total length, half of the remaining quarter being heads, and extremely slender arms, a disproportionate shape that looks like an elongated face when viewed from above.

Seeing Hua Wuyang turn around, the human figure floating on the table, the slender face seemed to have the holes in the eyes suddenly widened, as if the eyes that were originally half-open suddenly opened and widened.

And the person "he" is staring at is Hua Wuyang.

The undulations on the table are the same as those on the wall, without stopping, and the dynamic undulations make the "person" seem to be constantly changing his posture.

With the undulating changes, the humanoid "head" seemed to be turning slightly, deflecting a slight angle in the direction of Hua Wuyang.

Hua Wuyang couldn't help frowning, took a step away, and opened a distance of about half a meter from the tabletop, while aiming the six paths at the long table.

Just as he retreated, the depression in the mouth of the "human" on the table suddenly widened and deepened, as if a person had opened his mouth wide and was ready to speak.

There was no human voice coming out of the empty "mouth", but a violent howl, sharp and piercing, not at all like the sound that could exist in this world.

The screams that had filled the room seemed to resonate with the sound, becoming more intense and more poignant.

Hua Wuyang was surrounded by countless screams and howls, and covered his ears unbearably, but it did not stop him at all.

The sound waves passed through his palms, over his ears, and directly into his brain.

A feeling of dizziness ensued, and at the same time, a sharp pain came through his mind.

Blood poured from his ears.

Hua Wuyang knew that if he continued like this, he would die because of the sound wave that broke his eardrum.

Although it was impossible to determine whether the figure on the long table was the initiator, there was no time for him to think about it anymore.

Hua Wuyang snorted violently, his loud and deep voice slightly resisted some of the sorrows, and then he no longer hesitated, and slashed towards the table with his hands raised in the sixth.

Earlier, they had agreed on the wavelength of the six paths, forming a resonance between the hunter and the weapon, and Hua Wuyang's knife was extremely powerful, and the long table was split in half with a single blow.

The howling stopped, the screams faded to blood, and the sound was more like the whispering of a wounded man in pain.

Standing up straight, Hua Wuyang covered his ears with his hands and shook his head.

The pain was still there, but it wasn't as unbearable, and the tinnitus continued, as if my ears were protesting against the abuse I had just suffered.

The surrounding walls seemed to have subsided a bit, and there was a slight pause in the ups and downs.

However, before Hua Wuyang could catch his breath, the ups and downs of the wall suddenly became violent again.

Countless human faces seem to be about to break through the wall, and they are desperately struggling to get close to the flowers, and the parts connected to the wall are like taut erasers, which may break at any time.

Something flowed down from the split part of the long table, and it collected on the floor, more and more, and gradually became a mass, black and slimy.

The black mass slowly stretched, and eventually, it turned into a standing humanoid, too tall to bend over and press its back against the ceiling. (To be continued.) )