Hungry and unable to sleep, Su Hang rolled around the bed a few times, opened his eyes, and got up.

He raised his right hand, and the moonlight poured down through the gap in the curtain, resting on his black countdown tattoo.

Countdown to 10 days.

For the time being, there is no need to rush to find a new target. Still, it's better to know the situation in advance, right?

Su Hang thought. Then, he took out the so-called map card from his notebook and whispered those seven words.

"Show up, Nether Gate."

As soon as the words fell, the world turned black and white, like an old photograph.

In the old photos, only Suzhou and Hangzhou are colored, and perhaps one more thing to add, that is, the mist-shrouded door that suddenly appeared in front of you.

Countless human faces are carved on the gate, some smiling, some wailing. Every face, every expression is so realistic that it looks like a living person has been embedded in the door.

Su Hang sat on the bed and quietly looked at the huge door.

Even in the middle of the night, the battle between the resurrected continued.

The faces on the door chased each other, fled, collided, and disappeared.

The face of a young white-collar worker wailed and fell—that face was Xiao Ziyan's face, falling from the upper part of the door to the lower part of the door.

The top half of the Nether Gate is a map, but the bottom half is like a picture of hell.

Those depraved faces became part of the picture of hell. His limbs were heavily shackled, and he looked skinny from hunger. Each one desperately stretched out their hands in the direction of the sky, but they were still in their place. Su Hang had been watching for a long time, and he seemed to be able to hear a real howl in his ears.

Suddenly, Xiao Ziyan's face seemed to see Su Hang. He stared in the direction of Su Hang, and his face couldn't help showing a little joy. Then he stretched out his hand towards Su Hang, as if he wanted to pull him into this picture of hell as well.

Su Hang gasped, and he closed his eyes fiercely. When I opened it again, all the noisy howls seemed to be gone. On that huge picture of hell, there is only one figure engraved on it, and it is indeed Xiao Ziyan.

Su Hang couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He was stunned for five minutes before he came to his senses.

Originally, he just wanted to continue to trade with the girl, but now, there are more and more questions entrenched in his mind, and the girl is in the city, and today she is pretending to be sick and asking for leave.

This door is definitely not a simple map.

So what the hell is this door?

And what does the picture of hell in the lower half represent?

Why did Xiao Ziyan, who died in a duel, appear on the picture of hell?

Su Hang suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

He jumped out of bed, took a few steps to the Nether Gate, and then looked at the faces on the map carefully, then at it again. But no matter how many times he watched it, it was the same result in the end.

In these people's faces, there is no existence of a girl in the city!

"If all the resurrected ones are on it—" Su Hang muttered to himself as he looked at the mysterious and hideous Netherworld Gate, "So, who are you—Allure?" ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Su Hang, who still didn't come up with a clue, finally put away the Netherworld Gate and lay back on the bed.

The next day, Su Hang still got up from bed early. Then I rushed to continue the exercise plan I remembered.

Although, his sacrificial weapon is strong enough. However, under the premise that there is no other way to improve your body for the time being, it is still a good choice to insist on morning running.

However, none of the resurrected people were encountered on today's journey, and Su Hang couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Maybe they are used to meeting the resurrected every once in a while. Suddenly, I spent a peaceful morning, and the gap in my heart was a little big.

……

"Fatty, have you seen the new transfer student these days?"

Su Hang came to the school early, habitually looked at Nuo Nuo's position first, and took the opportunity to look at the seat of the girl's allure, but there was still no one.

Lin Lanbo heard Su Hang's question, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Hehe, Boss Su, aren't you single-minded about Nuo Nuo?" Why do you suddenly ask about transfer students, is it difficult? Hey, hey—"

Hearing the ridicule in Lin Rambo's tone. Su Hang first looked in the direction of Nuo Nuo, and then said viciously: "Fatty, be careful when you speak, be careful that I beat you." Let me ask you, have you seen her? ”

"I've had nothing to do with people for eight lifetimes. Even you, who have been heavily concerned by her as soon as she came, have no news of her. How could I see people! But then again, I heard through the grapevine, it seems that she has asked the head teacher for a long time on sick leave, and she shouldn't come to school in a short time. ”

"Got it." Hearing this, Su Hang couldn't help but lower his head and ponder something.

"The students, all cheered up and prepared for class, they all took out the test papers sent out yesterday, and exchanged test papers at the same table. In today's lesson, we will focus on commenting on this paper. ”

The chemistry teacher had just walked into the classroom, and at a glance, there were figures lying on the desks one by one. I couldn't help but pat the podium and shout out in a voice like a megaphone.

Hearing the chemistry teacher's "order", Su Hang stretched out his hand and rummaged over the desk.

Suddenly, his fingers touched something that felt somewhat smooth to the touch. He looked at it in dialect, and he didn't know when, there was an extra piece of paper similar to a parchment roll in his desk, and he silently received it into his school bag, pressed the doubts in his heart, and quickly took out the chemistry test paper, listening to the chemistry teacher explain the test paper.

But as he listened, his mind drifted to the parchment again.

What exactly is written on that piece of parchment?

And who? When did you put this thing in my desk?

……

After all, when Su Hang left yesterday, he still didn't see this thing when he packed his schoolbag. And when I came this morning, I didn't pay attention to the contents of the desk.

So I guess it was who put it in his desk from the time he left the classroom yesterday to the time he came to school this morning. But who is it?

Could it be that it is a girl who falls into the city? If that's her, then why doesn't she show up at school? If not her, who would it be?

Until the bell rang for the end of school, Su Hang was still thinking about the answers to these questions in his mind. However, no conclusion has yet been reached.

"Forget it, don't think about it, let's go home early and study what is hidden on that parchment."

Su Hang, who heard the bell, couldn't help but force himself to end his clueless reverie, hurriedly packed his schoolbag, and ran in the direction of home.