PS: Chapter 2 is here! Good friends who have survived from the previous chapter, I will tell sù nai, is this chapter the real hardcore!

Pablo once thought that he was fearless, but the qiē in front of him completely turned his world upside down, and since he was released by the red umbrella, Pablo felt a cold tightly enveloping him, he couldn't control his body, and he didn't even have the right to close his eyes.

He had to keep his eyes open and imprint the scenes into his mind. This fear made him want to die like this, and only death could make him no longer afraid, and he could leave this dirty world and seek peace.

In front of me was a picture of a girl running in the sewers, and the sound of heavy gasps seemed to come from my ears. She kept running, not even daring to scream and waste a trace of strength, and her two high heels also disappeared in the run, and the expression on her face was terrified.

Soon, Pablo knew why the girl was running in such a panic, it was the black and crushed rats, they were bloodthirsty and hungry. Attracted by fresh flesh and blood, this bloodthirsty group was extremely fast, like a black cloud gradually approaching the girl.

The girl began to scream, and she kept looking back at the terrifying cannibal army, hoping that she would be able to run faster.

"No, run, don't fall!" Pablo roared inwardly, knowing what kind of terrible scene a girl would face if she fell.

However, the girl in the picture tripped over the sudden unevenness of the ground in the next moment, and it was only a few seconds, and the girl was swallowed up by the thousands of rats before she could even get up, and the sharp cry resounded in Pablo's ears.

Densely packed with rats, they flicked their powerful tails and devoured fresh flesh fiercely. The girl's gushing blood was their feast, and they tore open the girl's belly, one by one burrowing into it to devour her entrails, her howl of pain was the symphony of the beginning of their feast.

Pablo could even see the thick flesh of the sewer rat's filthy black fur. And the rich smell of blood that could not be dissolved seemed to be wrapped around the tip of his nose.

There was no splattering blood, no broken flesh, because only the endless black and the only little red left on the fur could be seen, and there was not a trace of flesh left everywhere they went.

The chewing sound of thousands of rats continued to stimulate Pablo's nerves, and his eyes widened. It was already bloodshot, and a tear ran down her emaciated cheeks.

There was nothing he could do but watch, he was so scared and scared that he even wanted to run away. Pablo began to hate himself, but the initiator of a qiē was a damn gkill!

There was a slight cracking sound of bones. The girl's neck is bitten off, she finally ends the nightmare, and death is the real pain of leaving.

And this slight sound also made Pablo's resentment rise even more, gkill!

In the picture, the sewer is no longer there, and it becomes a darkness in the box space, and the white screen lights up with the words: Li Na, long-distance runner. Unpassed, dead.

As soon as the picture turned, it was no longer a dirty sewer. It's a dark hill of silence.

The bespectacled man breathed as close to the ground as he crept down the hill, startled by the occasional rush of wind.

With a muffled snort, the man sat down on the ground in pain, he wanted to wail and scream. But he covered his mouth with both hands, but the sole of his right foot had been one. Pierced by an iron cone that suddenly pierced from the ground.

Blood was flowing rapidly, and he covered his mouth tightly. The whole body trembled, and slowly the ball of his right foot was removed from the iron cone, and the blood flowed faster and faster.

His face turned pale, and his strength began to slowly withdraw, and the intense pain allowed him to barely hold himself out of his coma.

Every few steps, the man would carefully observe the surroundings, carefully avoid all kinds of mechanisms, and see the foot of the mountain, survival is in sight.

The man excitedly took his last step, but in the next moment, he ushered in the nails in the sky, and the nails that were thirteen inches long shot rapidly from the sky, and there was nowhere to hide and nowhere to avoid.

The man could only keep his eyes open, and before he could react, he was shot into a sieve, and fell down unwillingly, and every inch of the land was soaked with blood and was quickly absorbed.

The white curtain reappears: Orlando, adventurer, unpassenger, dead.

"Damn it! Damn it! Ah, damn gkill, I'm going to kill you! Pablo screamed to vent the fear in his heart.

The scene turns again, this time in a secret room, shabby, dim and cramped.

An old chair was shrouded in dim light, and a figure was busily moving in the light.

At this time, the left hand and feet of a person on the old chair were tied to the armrests and legs of the chair, and many wires were densely wrapped around the body.

His hair had been shaved, his body was drenched in blood, and he could no longer distinguish between male and female.

Countless flesh and blood dander fell around, emitting a strong fishy smell, and I saw him holding a carving knife, slowly cutting the flesh on his chest, piece by piece

A low roar of pain filled the small chamber, his chest had left the wire that surrounded him, he glanced ahead at the lightning flashing, blood and tears slowly leaving behind his sockets, and the pain made his will begin to blur.

I only heard him read in pieces: "Cut it, I can do it, one centimeter away from the wire, as long as I can get out alive, as long as I can live"

At this moment, he seemed to have lost his sense of pain, cutting his arms piece by piece, then the thighs, calves, and finally the most important part of his left hand, the wrist.

His eyes had long been blurred by blood and tears, and he had only cut off his own skin with precision, without causing massive bleeding, so as long as he carefully avoided the arteries in his wrists, he could live.

The blue lightning erupted in the next moment, and a huge electric current traveled through the wire around him in an instant, and finally scorched him through his wrist.

A burnt mush smell appeared on the tip of Pablo's nose, and he couldn't stop wanting to vomit, but he found that he didn't even have the right to vomit.

The bloody image of the man was still imprinted in Pablo's mind, and his still twitching corpse slammed into Pablo's heart.

Pablo wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he hated this qiē, this terrible demon gkill, but he couldn't do anything but watch the white curtain come up, and it read: Victoria, carver, untongguò, dead.

Then the scene switched again, and the black corridor of the Soul Road appeared in the picture.

The man's calm steps were not messy, he quietly observed his surroundings, and his slow breathing made himself blend into the darkness as much as possible, reducing his sense of existence.

The darkness of the corridor began to distort, and a roar, cry, and scream from hell rang out, and the man just pursed his lips and continued to move forward with a steady pace.

A pair of blood-stained hands reached out from the wall and the ground, grabbing at the man. The strong smell of decay filled the entire road of grievances.

The man's pants, arms, and even his neck were grabbed by withered hands, and rotting blood ran down the man's body.

"Hallucinogens?" The man sneered, only to see that he suddenly compared his eyes, but the next moment the ghost hands disappeared.

He came to a corner, and he could vaguely see a light around the corner, but he hesitated, could it really be that simple? Do you turn around the corner and look for light, or do you go straight into the deeper darkness?

He pursed his lips, made a final decision, and resolutely embarked on the straight path.

In the end, all that remained was a scream, and the pair of eyes that slowly opened in the darkness, as if it were staring at Pablo tightly through the picture, and there was nothing but bloodlust, dare, and hatred in the eyes.

The white curtain is lit up: Patini, the plutocratic decision-maker, untapped guò, dead.

"Brother!" A roar of pain resounded in Pablo's heart, and a wave of resentment rose and surged even more intensely.

As Pablo's resentment and fear deepened, a thick layer of black formed around him, attracting a steady stream of resentment around him.

In the darkness above Pablo's head, a red umbrella spun rapidly to absorb the black qi formed from Pablo's body, and as the black gas was inhaled, the color of the red umbrella became more and more vivid.

And in the invisible darkness, the owner of the eyes began to move rapidly towards Pablo, and it wanted to destroy Miè, destroy Miè and destroy something alive

A tyrannical feeling of disgust that wanted to destroy a qiē kept rising in Qin Ketian's heart, and she felt that she was about to lose control, and she heard the roar in this space, the undead who were full of resentment, unwillingness, and resentment.

"Enough!" A loud shout shattered the picture in front of Pablo's eyes, and a dark blue fire suddenly appeared in Qin Ketian's right hand.

With a flick of her right index finger, the Orchid Fire flew out, igniting a layer of black gas that was already visible to the naked eye around Pablo's body.

I saw that the black gas was ignited and spread rapidly, and in just a few breaths, the black gas around Pablo's body was burned out, and Pablo fell unconscious to the ground, but the Youlan fire did not stop.

It swooped upwards with the black gas, enveloping a rapidly moving red umbrella in the next moment. The cold blue flame then instantly increased in temperature, and the surrounding space also heated up rapidly in the next moment.

As the temperature got higher and higher, the black gas around the red umbrella was gradually burned out, and seeing that the Youlan Fire was about to ignite the red umbrella, an angry roar sounded from behind Qin Ketian.

Hallette was suddenly lifted high in the air by an unseen force.

The force grabbed his neck, tightening it tighter and tighter, and a feeling of suffocation hit Harlett's heart.

Streams of thick and even viscous black gas gradually surrounded his body, and his well-made tailor-made suit actually formed a layer of frost under the black gas, and the cold made him struggle in the air, while a pair of red eyes next to his face gradually opened.

Hallette looked at Qin Ketian painfully, his eyes were full of desperate pleading, and he used his last strength to say in a dumb voice: "Save me." ”

After forcibly absorbing the laws of the world, Qin Ketian ignored Hallette, staring at the pair of red eyes next to his cheeks, what was it that had such a strong resentment, it was about to come out! (To be continued)