"The last room?" He Xiao captured a key point, "You mean that after the next round of slaughter begins, I'm going to go to Room One?" ”

"That's right, but we don't know exactly where Xu Lang will be in the room downstream, and I can't tell if he will survive, so we have to start the invasion now!"

He Xiao was a little confused when he heard this, and he didn't particularly understand, "But now that I'm separated by a wall from room three, wouldn't it be a better choice if I entered here?" ”

Originally, the conversation during this time made the mysterious man have a different view of He Xiao's mind, but he didn't expect a sentence to return to its original form.

He scolded in an extremely vicious tone: "We only know now that the executor who has not taken the turn of the dead period will not be attacked if he enters the damned executor's room in advance, if it is your turn to room two, and the evil spirit finds out that you went to room three, who knows if he will go directly to room three and kill you?" ”

He Xiao understood in an instant, and the mysterious man's words seemed to him as if they were enlightened, "You mean, I can only go to Room No. 1 and wait for the transfer for the sake of safety!" ”

The mysterious man's tone was a little helpless, "We have to start digging the hole now, and this project will take some time. ”

"I don't have the tools!" He Xiao's tone was a little eager.

He looked left and right, and suddenly his eyes fell on the skeleton that had been thrown aside by Song Zhuoming before, which had sharp and tough enough bone spurs, and the skeleton was lying safely in room three.

But He Xiao was in a hurry, he couldn't drill out of the hole to get the skeleton at this time, and this short distance was extremely far away for him.

At this moment, a white light began to shine gradually in Room Three, and a beam of light that defied the forces of reality teleported a figure into Room Three.

And He Xiao looked at the arrival of that person and was overjoyed.

"Li Kaifeng? Li Kaifeng? ”

......

"Cold... It's so cold......"

Song Zhuoming's originally handsome and extraordinary face was sticking to the cold ground at this time, and it was not as white as before, with many traces of abrasions on it, stained with some indescribable fibrous tissue, and it looked extremely dirty.

Rao is in a deep coma, but his appearance is still so cold, it is hard to imagine that a fifteen-year-old child will wear such an old mask all year round.

"Tick, tick" In the damp independent space, the water splashed on his face from time to time, but Song Zhuoming showed no signs of waking up.

Even at this time, his complexion is as usual, his temperament is extraordinary, and he is delicate like a person in a painting, and it is said that "the son's face is similar to his mother", then his mother must be an extremely beautiful woman.

And he was in a deep coma, but the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a beautiful arc at this moment, as if he had a beautiful and quiet dream.

"Zhuo Ming... My son, you have finally grown up, I didn't expect time to pass so quickly, and in the blink of an eye you are fifteen years old....."

Song Zhuoming snuggled into the arms of a beautiful, generous middle-aged woman, and rubbed and rubbed very dependently.

"Zhuo Ming, you are already a big child, you are not allowed to act like a kitten in the future, you will only hide in your mother's arms." The woman's tone was scolding, but there was love and doting on her face.

"I'd rather never grow up for the rest of my life and just be my mother's son for the rest of my life." Song Zhuoming forgot the past, forgot everything, and just indulged in the only care.

"Don't talk nonsense, your mother won't be with you for a lifetime, you have to learn to be on your own, you are the son of the Song family, you are the son of my gentle person, you are born extraordinary!"

Song Zhuoming raised his head, no longer buried in his mother's arms, he looked at his mother carefully, but in a moment's trance, the face that was close at hand suddenly became a little distant.

Mother's appearance should be kept in mind, but in Song Zhuoming's eyes, it became ethereal, and gradually disappeared.

"Zhuo Ming, didn't you say you were going to build a snowman together? Let's go, mommy and you build a handsome snowman like you! ”

His mother's gentle words made Song Zhuoming's consciousness clear from a trance, and he immediately jumped off the chair, like an ordinary teenager.

"Don't worry, bring a scarf, you have to learn to take care of yourself, your mother won't be with you for a lifetime ....."

"Mom, you've said that twice today......"

"Well, you don't like to hear your mother say it anymore."

Song Zhuoming ran quickly to the door without looking back, as if the ice and snow world outside the door did not bring him coldness, because behind him was his mother, who gave him enough warmth.

"Mom, let's go!"

But there was no footsteps behind him, Song Zhuoming blushed, turned his head with joy, and urged his mother.

But when I turned around like this, I saw that Wen Tiren had become one with everything in the room, and she was standing in front of the window of the living room, her face no longer kindness and gentleness, like a snowman, not moving.

The doorframe in front of her was like a cage trapping her in place.

"Mom?" Song Zhuoming looked at everything in front of him and became a freeze frame, as if he realized something, the mother in front of him could no longer move, she was integrated with the surrounding environment, she couldn't be separated, it felt like a photo......

Song Zhuoming's eyes widened, and the scene in front of him was like a mirror, gradually opening cracks from the edges, and penetrating into the center until the cracks had spread all over his mother's body and beautiful face.

It's like the glass of a picture frame is completely shattered, and the beautiful woman in the original city has become completely unbelievable!

Song Zhuoming was blown by the cold winter wind outside the door, and his body trembled.

He began to become nervous, flustered, and ruthless, and his face no longer had the good behavior of just now, and began to become cold and numb, as if he had put on another mask.

Song Zhuoming slowly took off the scarf around his neck one by one, and the bottom of the scarf was sewn with two words with red needles and threads, "Zhuo Yan"!

The world shattered, and the world in the dream began to crumble completely because of these two words.

"I am wearing clothes that Song Zhuoyan doesn't want, and even his name is printed on the scarf, the Song family is not my Song Zhuoming's Song family, and my father is no longer my father......"

Song Zhuoming's hand suddenly had a broken frame, there was a photo in it, the woman was beautiful and beautiful, but her face was cold, standing in front of the window, the ice and snow world outside was full of happiness, but there was no trace of happiness that belonged to her.

"The last thing I hold on to is my mother's reputation and a broken frame, and my broken life......"

......

"Cold... It's so cold......"

In the damp and cold independent space, the water splash in the ditch splashed on Song Zhuoming's face, and his fingers finally shook a few times, and he woke up.

And the whispers in the dream slowly echoed in the space, as if he was only talking about his feelings, and as if he was telling the world.

Song Zhuoming slowly moved his body, and although a series of sharp pains had improved a lot, they were still tormenting his nerves, and he got up from the ground.

Quietly wiped off the crystal from the corner of his eyes that he didn't know whether it was tears or water stains, and set foot on the journey again, the matter is not over yet, he wants to tell Xu Lang everything about the failure of the operation!

Yu Hanhan in room four no longer sleeps now, but curls up by the wall, watching Song Zhuoming walk in front of his eyes, but there is no change in mood, and his face is full of numbness.

Song Zhuoming glanced at it and then retracted his gaze, "This woman is crazy......."

He just said a word in his heart, and then walked away coldly again, ignoring it.

Xi Zhengxiang in room five is still the same old look, especially after seeing Cao Yada's wreckage again, he is even more mentally abnormal, and he pounced on Song Zhuoming when he went up.

Song Zhuoming endured the severe pain, pushed it away, and left as if he had fled.

Kou Zhong in room six, his eyes were full of joy waiting for Song Zhuoming's arrival, and he made it clear that he would never let him leave without telling the information.

In desperation, Song Zhuoming told Kou Zhong everything that had happened before.

Kou Zhong nodded heartily, as if he already had the same idea as He Xiao, and let him go contentedly.

After layers of obstacles, Song Zhuoming finally came to Xu Lang's room seven.

At this time, Xu Lang was sitting cross-legged on the ground, recuperating.

The moment he saw Song Zhuoming, his eyes lit up, as if he had been waiting for Song Zhuoming for a long, long time......

"That's the whole process of the previous operation....." Song Zhuoming's mood was a little low, and it was obvious that the failure had taken a huge blow to his self-confidence.

Xu Lang frowned and kept recalling what Song Zhuoming said, and said after a long time: "You are not a complete failure this time, at least I have figured out that the evil spirit killing will mainly target the executors in this room." ”

"Tell me, who is the executor in each room along the way?"

Song Zhuoming glanced at Xu Lang a little strangely, and then explained everything truthfully.

Xu Lang's eyes had a deep meaning that was difficult to grasp, especially when he heard Kou Zhong in room six, he glanced at Song Zhuoming with a smile.

This glance almost made Song Zhuoming's heart tremble, this gaze seemed to have completely seen through his deal with Kou Zhong, but when he met Xu Lang's gaze again, he completely returned to normal.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Lang had already thoroughly seen through the truth of the matter, including He Xiao's thoughts, but he began to have a deeper suspicion of He Xiao, and his IQ seemed to have become surprisingly good this time.

Unexpectedly, in the plan formulated by Xu Lang, he took advantage of Song Zhuoming's weakness to turn Cao Yada against him, thus achieving the purpose of verifying his life.

Thinking of this, Xu Lang smiled slightly, the corners of his eyes revealed an inscrutable essence, and said faintly, "If He Xiao and Kou Zhong really believe the clues in front of them, I'm afraid they will die without a place to bury!" ”

Song Zhuoming was thrilled when he heard this, his eyes rolled, and then he pretended to be puzzled, raised his head and said, "Kou Zhong still doesn't know these clues, Brother Xu, are you confused?" ”

When Xu Lang heard this, he suddenly turned around, looked directly at Song Zhuoming's pretended clear eyes, and said softly with a smile: "Is this really the case?" ”

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