I kicked the mouse a few times, and the mouse gurgled and rolled out quite far, and with its belly flipped over, its four paws exposed, and I saw it clearly, and I was stunned.

Cheng Xinghe also saw it clearly: "? ”

I saw that the four claws of the mouse were blurred in flesh and blood, and they were extremely worn.

It's like trying my best to escape, and it was grinded out.

This shows that these rats don't want to go, but they are trapped here and can't get out!

It should be that after being trapped, he couldn't get out, and he was frightened again, so he desperately collided, and finally he was tired and hungry, and he died of exhaustion.

But the gate is just behind, and besides, rats are the best at making holes, so how can they be trapped easily?

Cheng Xinghe also frowned and looked around: "I didn't see the net or anything......"

Eighty percent is also related to the "water monster".

This place is quite big, extremely damp, cold and cold, come in and walk for a while, we all feel that there is moisture on our bodies, our shirts are sticking straight to our bodies, our breathing is beginning to be unpleasant, and we still haven't reached the end, quiet in all directions, and people who walk are panicking.

I looked around, and I didn't find anything, the mobile phone light only illuminated a few jars, one of the most conspicuous is the lacquer jar of "Nippon paint, refresh your life", Gongsun Tong also wore this style of cultural shirt, this jar of paint has been used, the people who use it are not particular, and the edges are all dried lemon yellow.

Cheng Xinghe fanned his clothes back, trying to refresh himself, and said in a low voice: "Qixing, has the flower arm already drunk Meng Po soup?" ”

Then who knows, I also grabbed the damp hair back, anyway, looking at the young woman's face, the big brother is now unlucky.

Moreover, I don't know if it's too much heart, or what, I always feel that this place has a faint smell of blood.

If there is something that seems to be nothing, when the smell is clearer, I raised my phone and took a picture on all sides, but I didn't see anything.

Could it be the smell of rats?

But where the flavor is stronger, there are no rats.

As I walked, Cheng Xinghe pulled me: "No, I drank a little too much just now, I have to find a place to relax and ......."

Let's just say that the wine is someone else's, and the stomach is your own.

Although he was very arrogant, he didn't defecate anywhere, and he wanted to go out through the door when he turned around, but when he turned around, he was stunned: "It's also strange - what are they doing when they close the door?" ”

When I turned around, I realized that the door that was still open when we came had closed somewhere, and it was pitch black all around.

This is a bad door, I followed the way I came from, and I walked for a while, and then I realized that it was not right!

When we came, we hadn't walked that long! If there were 100 steps when I came, then when I walked, there were about 120 steps, and I didn't reach the end yet!

I immediately scanned the shelves around me with my phone, and I understood.

On the shelf, there is still a jar of "Nippon paint, refresh my life", and the edge of the jar mouth is still uneven lemon yellow.

Well, I finally know how the rats died—and now, not only the Maria, but also us, are trapped.

This place is a bit evil - it's like a black hole, you can't get out if you go in.

Cheng Xinghe's wine woke up, and his tongue began to knot: "The ...... that can trap you"

yes, it's definitely not an ordinary thing that can trap me.

That "water monster", will it really have something to do with the Water God Palace?

Cheng Xinghe immediately frowned and looked around, forgetting about peeing, but in front of him, it was like a ghost hitting a wall, turning around a few times and taking a photo, there was still half a jar of Nippon paint beside him.

If this continues, the battery of the mobile phone will not last long - besides, we can't get out, and if the monster goes out, the people on the ship, and even the whole ship, will all suffer.

Cheng Xinghe has been with Dumb Balan for a long time, and he unconsciously became a little impatient, and wanted to overturn the shelves, but I stopped him and said that if you have energy, you have to find the right place.

Cheng Xinghe frowned: "Why aren't you panicking?" Got an idea, didn't you? ”

"Don't you have a red thread of dog blood?" I raised my chin at him: "Tie it here, let's see where it goes wrong." ”

Cheng Xinghe nodded, tied the red line of the dog's blood under the paint of Nippon, I chose a direction to continue walking, and after going out for a while, the blood-red rope of the dog's blood had been completely straightened.

Cheng Xinghe frowned: "We're back again......"

But when we looked up, we both saw it clearly.

The blood-red rope is straightened - but if we were to turn in circles, the blood-red rope would have been wrapped around several times like the spool, and returned to the bottom of the Nippon paint.

But now, the dog's blood red rope is still a straight line.

Cheng Xinghe was stunned for a moment: "This is the explanation - in this place, there are several bottles of identical Nippon paint?" ”

Nothing is the same.

Moreover, the edge of the Nippon paint, even the traces of dust, I remember it clearly, the forgery can't be faked, it's clearly the same bottle - who would eat and forge so many identical furnishings, engage in art?

It's like, next to a painting, there are many copies and pastes of the same paintings, and when we look at the reference and come back, of course we feel that we are stuck in the same place - in fact, we are still moving forward, but we are trapped in the countless paintings.

It's not like a ghost hitting a wall, it's an illusion.

Cheng Xinghe immediately understood: "It's difficult, it's ......"

I can guess what it is.

So I immediately stuffed my phone to him and took out the flint stone.

The evil hand was lucky, and with a "coax", the flint stone immediately burst out with a particularly warm and dry aura for a while.

This aura is the same as a dryer, it is very comfortable for our body to be damp, and with this aura, the shelf with Nippon paint in front of us disappeared in an instant.

That's right, the same as I guessed.

As soon as the illusion in front of us was dried by transpiration, we immediately saw that there was a black object near the farthest distance that the light of the mobile phone could reach.

Person!

We immediately ran over, and when we arrived, it was exactly the flower arm.

However, before we could reach the flower arm, we smelled a smell of blood.

It turned out that the smell came from here - we smelled blood before, and we should have walked past the flower arm, but under the barrier of the illusion, we didn't see the flower arm at all.

When the light shined on Flower Arm's face again, I was stunned.

Before the flower arm, the dragon and tiger were drawn, and the muscular arm was the same as Yang Guo, and one was broken, revealing the white bones!

The right arm, the one that the tiger fighter is most proud of, the hand that wears the throat piercing stab, is gone!

Cheng Xinghe gasped at that time: "It's a fucking iron plate again......"

It's not ironclad, and it's not our turn to play.

I immediately squatted down, and I could see clearly that the flower arm—now it can only be called one-armed—was unusually pale because of excessive blood loss, and the three life lamps were smaller than beans, and I saw that it was going to die.

Gotta get him to get the white herbs there!

As soon as I helped him up, I observed that the broken wound on his right arm was unexpectedly smooth.

It seems to have been cut off by something unusually sharp, and even the bones and ballasts are neatly organized, which shows how strong that thing is.

Carrying the flower arm on his shoulder, he just wanted to go out, when suddenly there was a wave of dampness in front of him, and as if he was walking through the mist, the scenery in front of him changed again - the way we could hardly make out was a black mess again.

The spirit of this place doesn't want us to go.

I pushed the flower arm on Cheng Xinghe's body, and raised my hand to pull out the Seven Star Dragon Spring, and at this moment, I immediately realized that a figure didn't know where to come out, and pounced on me.

My first reaction was that it was a good time, but I immediately realized that it was a person, not a spiritual thing!

This time the surprise was not small, but the man's pale face shouted loudly: "You are on the right! ”

This voice is - pangolin?

Damn, how did he get here?

As soon as he finished speaking, I instinctively discerned from watching the clouds and listening to the thunder law, and on the right, there was something rushing towards me at a very fast speed.

I smelled an extremely strong smell of the sea.

So fast...... I immediately threw the pangolin backwards, Cheng Xinghe and the flower arm together, and a breaking wind sounded suddenly, "bang", there was a row of iron shelves on the edge of the position we were standing just now, but half of the iron shelves were like cans under the feet of the scavengers, and instantly became a thin piece of iron.

Flower Arm's arm - was it cut off by this thing?