I see it clearly.

Outside the crack in the door, the arm that was almost bruised spread out black lines from the inside out.

It was like inky blood that melted into the flesh, causing the veins in the entire arm to gradually burst out.

Even a little bit, spreading towards the shoulders.

The comrades-in-arms beside him looked frightened, and everyone never dreamed that there was such a mysterious and sinister hidden behind the iron gate.

The move just now is really careless.

I stood by and watched as the blood vessels in my arm condensed into black.

He raised his right arm and jerked the dagger out of his waist.

Staring at the blood-red eyes, he almost made up his mind.

Brother Leng and the platoon commander beside him stared at the gap in the iron gate, and the whole team was silent.

Only faintly, the sound of swallowing saliva was mixed with the yin wind floating.

I looked at his expression and felt a little unbearable.

Could it be that just because of negligence, an arm will be broken?

He gritted his teeth, and the knife in his hand was slow to swing.

I know that he wasn't just scared, he was more than scared.

It is the unwillingness in the heart.

Not a single member of the team dared to speak.

Sweat, ticking to the ground.

Silence.

"It's an arm!"

"Come on."

He roared angrily and slammed down with the sharp dagger in his hand, but was grabbed by Brother Leng next to him.

The sharp blade cut his palm, and bright red blood flowed.

"I told you earlier, don't take risks easily."

On his forehead, the veins flared up, and he snatched the dagger from his hand.

However, he did not make a decision immediately and cut off his arm.

Instead, he used the tip of a knife to puncture his veins.

A stream of black blood spurted out, and I subconsciously avoided it.

The corners of his mouth were accidentally stained with a trace of blood.

I was frightened, and hurriedly wiped the black blood off my mouth with my hands, for fear that I would be infected and have some bad consequences.

The originally red blood was dyed with ink, like a drop of ink, dripping into the clear and traceless clear water, and instantly became turbid.

The black blood subsided, but his entire arm was still stuck in the crack of the door.

For a moment, everyone was at a stalemate.

And the platoon commander, who made a bold decision, picked up his wrist and made a cut with the tip of a knife in the blood vessel.

In an instant, blood was dripping.

But he didn't care, but gritted his teeth and forced his whole arm into the crack in the door.

"Platoon commander... You. ”

Everyone looked nervous, and it was too late to stop them.

Streams of black blood, like just now, poured into the platoon leader's arm.

The muscles flare, and it seems that they are enduring greater pain.

"Come, I don't believe it, I'm going to see what kind of name is in this door."

The comrade-in-arms with a strong physique just now suddenly tore off his white robe.

He rolled up the sleeves of his hands, his face grim, and he pressed the crack in the door.

"Open... Yes! ”

He suddenly exerted his strength and woke up his comrades on the side.

More than 20 people, crowded around the narrow iron gate, stretched out their arms one after another, and dragged them suddenly.

Even if the strength is not on the ton, it is enough for a thousand catties.

"Squeak..."

The iron door, which was originally difficult to shake, opened a little again.

Following the flashlight of my comrades-in-arms, I could see clearly this time.

Inside the iron gate, a pair of dark green hands, as if they were incorporeal, emitted a ghostly light like ghostly fire.

Tightly, attached to the arms of the two.

Everyone's faces were frightened, almost pale, and no one knew what it was.

"It's not close."

"Ganzi... You... What are you doing there? ”

Everyone, almost gritting their steel teeth, dragged the iron door to death.

I froze in place, as if I realized something.

"The root of this thing, inside the iron gate, you hold on."

"I'll figure it out."

For a moment, I didn't know where the courage came from, but I felt that the fear in my heart had subsided.

It seems that there is no fear of life and death.

"You're crazy!"

Brother Leng's voice came into my ears, but I pretended not to hear it.

I picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and looked at the widening crack in the door in front of me.

Took a deep breath.

I squeezed in, first my arms, then my whole body, and my head.

"Hummingbird..., Ganzi... Come back! ”

The voices of comrades-in-arms and Brother Leng resounded in the back of their minds, but at this moment, it was already too late.

I clutched my dagger tightly, and my face gleamed with a fierce light, vigilantly probing the darkness in front of me.

The light I had just seen flickered a few times in the darkness before disappearing.

The scene in front of me was as black as ink.

It was as if he was in the dark and cold space, only behind him, and the crack in the door was shining with a flashlight.

I'm curious, I want to find the root of those miserable green ghost hands.

But I couldn't see the slightest shadow, and my heart became more and more barren.

Originally, the courage of fear gradually faded.

In its place, there is the fear of loneliness and darkness.

I began to get scared and even began to regret my recklessness.

Suddenly.

I felt the collar behind me twitch.

It was the platoon leader's arm, tugging at me through the crack in the door, as if he wanted to, pulling me out.

With his strength, I retreated little by little towards the crack in the door behind me.

A strange voice in my ears suddenly filled my heart little by little.

Like the sound of drums, like the score of a piano, beating a cheerful and eerie rhythm in the endless darkness.

"Knock, knock, knock...".

I was terrified to the extreme, and I retreated a little bit along the crack in the door, but the sound in my ears never subsided.

Outside the door, the arms of the two people had safely exited, red fingerprints.

It's eye-catching.

"Ganzi, are you okay?"

Brother Leng ran over with a concerned face, looking at me with a frightened face, and couldn't help frowning.

"Can't you hear me?"

"Can't hear anything? , Ganzi, what are you talking about. ”

Brother Leng looked puzzled, and his eyes gradually revealed horror.

"The sound..., like a drum, like thunder."

The voice in my ears expanded little by little, echoing in my head.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

I looked at their expressions and suddenly realized that this terrible sound was something that only I could hear.

I even began to wonder if I had gone "crazy".

"Knock... Knock knock".

The rhythm of the sound, gradually picking up, made me almost have to cover my ears with my hands.

In the darkness in front of him, there were figures one after another.

They weren't my comrades, they seemed to appear out of thin air, like voices.

I'm the only one who can see it.

Hearing.

They were dressed in gray robes and huge hoods that hung down over their heads, covering their entire faces.

Completely invisible.

"No..., don't come here."

"Don't come here."

I started to go crazy, my eyes bloodshot, and I frantically ran away from the "weirdos" behind me. ”

I started scurrying around in the dark, like a fly without a head, unable to discern any direction.

The voices of my comrades-in-arms sounded behind me, but I didn't dare to look back.

"Knock knock..."

The terrible, yet deafening sound of drums, is connected into a film.