For the whole night, Qian Cangyi was half-asleep and half-awake.

Every time he turned over, it seemed to be a strange dream, in the dream, strange plots appeared frequently, and the fear of something made Qian Cangyi feel creepy.

Countless escapes could not change the outcome of death.

Even, the purpose of escaping is to get death.

In the cave wall, the people who turned over from time to time were not the only ones in the Qian Cang, and the other three people on the way home from hell were also the same.

Suddenly, Qian Cang opened his eyes.

He took two deep breaths, and just now, he dreamed that he was standing on a high platform, which was completely floating in the air, and below it was a black abyss with no end in sight.

At the beginning, the high platform was able to settle down and allow people to take two steps.

But for some reason, the high platform gradually shrank, and the high platform that could have stood several people became only one person in the blink of an eye, and what was even more terrifying was that the reduction did not stop.

In desperation, Qian Cang tried to stand on his toes, but this did not change the result in the slightest.

He began to fall, began to rush towards the abyss enveloped in darkness.

There, it seems, something terrible was waiting for him.

The feeling of weightlessness suddenly stopped, and Qian Cangyi found himself on the ground, more precisely, on the black-purple steps, on both sides of the steps, there were plants of the same color that looked like moss.

The stench that made people feel tighter in their chests kept irritating Qian Cangyi, and even made him almost vomit.

Below, there was a clattering sound, and Qian Cang climbed up with the discomfort in his chest, and he turned his head to look down the stairs, only to see a shadow approaching him in the impenetrable darkness.

The voice got closer and closer, and Qian Cang suddenly consciously ducked to the right of the stairs.

He didn't know why he was hiding here, he had a gut feeling that he could hide here.

After jumping down the stairs, he did not keep falling, but stepped on the darkness, and then, with his back to the stairs, he hid in the shadows.

Smack! Smack!

The rhythmic footsteps gradually approached, and Qian Cangyi felt that his heart was beating faster, as if it was about to jump out of his throat, and he held back the curiosity and uneasiness in his heart, and kept himself close to the stairs.

Will it be discovered?

The thought flashed in his mind, but the sentence kept echoing, and the worry became heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, the strange clicking sound disappeared, and the whole space was silent.

Qian Cangyi could even hear his own heartbeat clearly.

Will 'it' be heard too?

Another thought flashed through Qian Cangyi's mind.

A rancid smell mixed with the smell of instant noodles rushed into Qian Cangyi's nose, and Qian Cangyi, who was already difficult to support, finally couldn't control his body and retched.

The feeling of being targeted on his back made Qian Cangyi shiver.

He didn't look back, and for some reason, he was convinced that he couldn't turn back.

As long as you don't look back, you still have a chance, and once you turn back, everything will fall to the dust.

There was endless darkness ahead, but he had nowhere to run but to run into it.

The snapping sound sounded again, only this time right behind him.

Qian Cangyi ran forward frantically, but the feeling of danger was getting closer and closer, and a wet palm suddenly rested on his shoulder, and the touch from his shoulder was very strange, as if at the moment of being touched, his shoulder was adapted to the touch from his palm.

No...... It is self-assimilation.

It's like you can't feel your arms, because your arms are one with your body.

Qian Cangyi's sanity reminded him, reminding him to speed up and escape.

The darkness in front of him suddenly faded, and the stairs he had seen before reappeared, the same scene, the only difference was that Qian Cangyi could no longer hear the "click" sound behind him, and could only feel the danger that followed him.

He continued to run upwards.

Every step squeezed his energy.

He didn't know how long he had been running, an hour, a day, or a year.

The staircase is like there is never a camera, it is always the same.

There's a thousand floors, right? Or 2,000 floors, or 6,000 floors?

Doubts about the ladder kept swirling in my mind.

Ahead, at the end of the staircase, a heavy stone door with mysterious patterns carved along the edge.

On the stone gate, flowers, grasses, insects, and fish twist together in various strange postures, as if they are the last seconds of different species squeezing together for the last bit of hope.

As soon as Qian Cang came to the door, he didn't have time to observe, and the creatures behind him were so terrifying that he didn't dare to look at them didn't leave him any time.

He stretched out his hands, intending to push the door open.

But the moment his hands touched the door, Qian Cangyi realized that his hands had become the rest.

The fingers of the middle and ring fingers are grouped together like Tetris, as if they have always been like this, the muscles on the index finger continue to spread in the direction of the little finger in a fibrous fashion, and the thumb becomes a strange shape of three tetrahedron combined with vertices.

The stench that I couldn't get rid of came from my hands.

Soon it continued to the arms, then the neck, and finally, nothing could be smelled.

The body also lost control.

As soon as he felt himself start to fall backwards, he kept rolling up the stairs as if he would never reach the end.

The dream ends here.

"Isn't it, dreaming of something?" Qian Jiangyue's voice sounded in the cave, his voice was so small that it was almost impossible to hear what he was saying.

More like ...... Whisper.

Murmuring in the middle of the night.

"You too?" The voice of the shadow puppet was a little trembling, and she still felt scared.

"It shouldn't be our own." Qian Cangyi tried to dilute the fear in the air, but the effect backfired.

Everyone's drowsiness vanished in an instant, including Hawkeye, who had just woken up.

"Yes...... Our reasons. Qian Jiangyue slowly stood up, "Forbidden Land, no accident, we stepped into the Forbidden Land with one foot, and under the Snow Rock Lake, it is the entrance to the Forbidden Land. ”

"It seems so, the forbidden place is at your feet......" Hawkeye pressed his right hand to his temple, and he found that the muscles in his temple were pounding, "Our dreams are reminders, or the instinctive fear of life. ”

The sound of the infiltrating flute sounded in Qian Cangyi's mind.

It was like being alone in the woods in the middle of the night, and with the dream he had just had, Qian Cangyi had a feeling of being shrouded in despair.

Voice time.

Why this time?

A thought flashed through Qian Cangyi's mind.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice came to his mind.

Not a tone from a hell movie, but ...... His own voice.

(Damn!) How could I encounter such a thing, I knew I wouldn't take this order, but ...... Forget it, it's too late to regret it now, let's escape first, it doesn't matter if you don't find it anyway, your own life is the most important thing. ）

(Just go out the way you came, don't worry, don't worry, don't be nervous, everything is fine.) ）

(No problem...... ）

The sound of the flute then faded away.

Voice time, this time the voice time is different from the past, it is not the voice of the actor, but the ...... The voice of the role played.

Qian Cangyi is keenly aware of the connection between time and personality scales.

Even if it's only a few words, you can still get a glimpse of a part of the character's personality.