Jin Hao knelt on the ground and gasped violently, first opening the door continuously, and then running without the blessing of the energy to deal with the mechanism in the mausoleum, and the interval between this series of actions was too short, and now he was very tired.

His eyes, stinged by the red glow, were gradually able to open, but the first sight he saw when he regained his sight almost stopped his heart.

There was a lump of red flesh hanging from the wooden frame next to him, which could only be identified as a human from the general outline, Jin Hao looked around and found that the space he was in was full of such wooden frames, and there was a person hanging from each of them.

These...... Are they all missing villagers?

The sight in front of him almost made his whole body cold.

"Ho ho ......", Jin Hao could hear the heavy and greedy breathing of the meat mass around him, as if even a little bit of air was very luxurious.

Mucous membranes, flesh, connective ......

are all trembling slightly......

"Vomit~~", Jin Hao finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he couldn't stop vomiting.

Even the skin has been stripped naked, how the hell did these people survive? Even if he can barely survive for a while, the infection will cause mass death, but based on the approximate number of wooden frames in front of him, Jin Hao estimates that the number of missing villagers is on par with the number of missing villagers.

Could it be that the queen used a special method to help them prolong their lives? But what good is it for her to make a good living person look like this person is not a ghost or a ghost?

After vomiting everything he could vomit, Jin Hao retched for a while, and his state was a little better.

"Hey, can you hear me?" , Jin Hao endured his nausea and approached the meat ball that still showed signs of life and asked.

However, it was as if he didn't hear at all, there was no response at all, only a heavy breathing sound of "ho-ho".

"It's useless, they can't hear and can't say it now." , The queen appeared in front of Jin Hao with the flute in her hand, and gently swept it over him with a sharp gaze.

With this moment alone, Jin Hao felt as if an electric current was passing through his body, and he forcibly pulled himself together and tried to take out his weapon from the King's Treasury to meet the enemy.

But the golden ripples didn't appear as usual.

His abilities are out of whack.

In other words, Lamb and Yas inside couldn't support themselves, Jin Hao gritted his teeth and prepared to puncture his eardrums.

"If you're trying to deafen yourself, I'll kill you right away." The queen frowned and admonished, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I promise not to use that trick against you, how about it?" ”

Listen to the promises of the enemy? How stupid am I then!! But......

Bastard Master, Monkey King, Little Tiger, Twelve Divine Generals...... It's good for everyone, who is here to save Lao Tzu, I can't hold on here!!

"Are you still putting your hope in those of your companions? You may not believe it, but they're all in the space I control. "That's not accurate, there's a fish that slipped through the net, but he's busy looting my treasury at the moment, and I don't know when I think of you." ”

Huh, hehe......

"Senior, help, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...... Jin Hao hurriedly asked Jed for help.

But there was no response from Jed's side.

Jin Hao gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and finally made a decision———

Bow to the dark Ones......

"Ah sneeze~~", Chris pinched his nose and said to himself: "Why do you sneeze all day long, obviously you don't have a cold." ”

"Emmmm~Comfortable~", looking at the empty treasure trove, Chris sighed from the bottom of his heart, and then he dragged his chin and thought for a while, "But will things really be that simple?" ”

Although a lot of gold and gems have been found, the treasures that can really make him so happy that he can't sleep for more than a month have not yet appeared.

Isn't that scientific......

There's not some kind of secret compartment in the body.

Thinking of this, Chris groped his way along the wall inch by inch, and finally stopped at a stone brick, accumulated mental energy at his five fingers, grabbed through the stone wall, and took out a blood-red gem from it.

"What is this?" Chris looked at the blood-red gem more and more, feeling more and more that something was wrong.

A faint premonition rose in Chris's heart.

His instincts have always been accurate......

The blood-red glow of the gem engulfed Chris in an instant, and it was too late for him to dodge......

When Chris opened his eyes, he found himself standing in front of a bronze statue of a veiled woman, in addition to an hourglass in front of him, and fine sand flowing down the narrow crust of his neck.

"What is this? I'm afraid I don't have a sense of time, and I still have a timer function? ", Chris muttered.

Then he saw a line of words engraved on the base of the bronze statue, which was written in an ancient script.

"Before the sand shines, sacrifice 1,000 of Darran's flesh."

"Dhahran" is an ancient unit of measurement, which Chris estimates to be about ten kilograms or more.

"Well said, well said." , Chris was about to open his space and sacrifice the pork ham that had been stuffed in the last week, but there was no reaction in the space in front of him after the paper burned for a long time.

It's something that has always happened.

Is this a rule peculiar to this space?

Can't you use telekinesis?

Chris lit up the flames in his hand to try to transform the energy of his mind.

can be used, then if the guess is correct, what is forbidden here should be the law of space, of course, it may be more, it is estimated that they are enough rules to escape from this space, but those I won't.

Then the sacrifice of flesh ———— not to cut off me......

Chris swallowed.

"What a joke!!" , the angry Chris slammed his fist on the hourglass, and the raging flames exploded in an instant, but the hourglass did not change at all.

Not in the slightest damage, but, at all, there has been no change at all.

There was not even a normal vibration, not a single sound was made, as if, its very existence was a phenomenon.

Chris tried to knock on the bronze statue again, but nothing changed.

Sure enough, these two are phenomenal props, and they are absolutely invincible in this space.

However, this touch is real, what is the deal with this ability to take off your pants and fart?

Even if the timekeeping tool at that time was only an hourglass, and the capable person could do the same thing with the hourglass and the image of words, why bother to come up with two phenomenal invincible rules......

Chris walked to the edge of the space and groped for a rough outline with his hands, also experimenting with tapping.

The results are desperate.

This is also invincible.

I guess when the sand in the hourglass runs out, I'll hang it here.

"I don't understand, I don't understand." Chris was lying on the ground with his head covered.

"Lie down for a while......"