"Ten, Nine, Eight......"

A large amount of rapid blood loss made Song Qingxiao's consciousness begin to blur, she thought of her mother, many forgotten scenes appeared in her mind one by one, and the strange countdown continued: "Six, five, ......"

"Four ......"

"Three ......"

Her fingers moved, her mind was about to dissipate, her body lost consciousness, and the sound of rain in her ears disappeared, except for the beating sound of her heart 'banging' mixed with a countdown sound, "Two ......"

She didn't want to die yet, she had just graduated, and she had finally found a job to make ends meet, and she had only been working for a day.

The first day she was lucky to survive the trouble, and she didn't want to die quietly in this alley.

After the rain stops tomorrow, if someone passes by, they may not take a second look at her corpse!

Do you enter God's trials? She moved her lips with all her strength, and the rain rushed into her mouth, mixed with blood foam flowing down her chin, the desire to survive overpowered the fear of death, "Yes......"

The thought had just crossed her mind, and the next second she moved her fingers, and what she caught was no longer the cold and damp stone path, but the smooth floor, and she was no longer in the dark alley that had killed her, and there seemed to be someone else around, and she heard heavy breathing!

"Welcome to God's Proving Space!"

Song Qingxiao gasped, sat up suddenly, and opened her eyes!

There were several people sitting or standing beside her, all of them turned their heads to look at her in horror, there were no storms, no dark alleys, and the songs she heard before dying no longer existed, she didn't care to look at the situation around her, and subconsciously reached out to touch her neck.

Before she was about to lose consciousness, someone had stabbed a hole in her throat, and she remembered the feeling of the dagger being inserted into her body.

Song Qingxiao's face was pale, when her hand touched her throat, it was smooth and smooth, there was no wound, and she was breathing smoothly.

The scene of her previous murder was like a nightmare, and she raised her arm, still with undried blood on her left hand, proving that what had happened earlier was not her insanity.

"Where is this, what's going on?"

She muttered to herself, her body shaking, and the people around her looked at her with fear in their eyes.

All this happened beyond Song Qingxiao's original cognition, but she guessed that it had nothing to do with the voice that appeared in her head before.

Song Qingxiao forced herself to calm down, and got up with her hands on the ground, perhaps because she had just experienced a crisis before, which made her instinctively wary of this unfamiliar environment.

She noticed that the place was a bit strange, surrounded by a gray mist, leaving only about thirty square meters of open space, and there was no decoration other than that.

There were about seven or eight people beside her, all of whom were far away from her, looking at her vigilantly.

"Where is this?"

It was evident that they were all strangers, and they had left some distance between each other, and there were men and women of all ages.

A young woman in a red dress and high heels with her hands on her chest ruffled her hair and said uncontrollably: "Who are you?" How did you get here? ”

Everyone glanced at each other, and for the stranger, they didn't say anything at the first time.

The woman's gaze swept over everyone in this clearing, and finally fell on Song Qingxiao, who was the latest to enter this space.

Her appearance was the most terrifying, she was wearing a wet dress, her chest and sleeves were covered with dark brown blood, her hair was messy, her face was as white as a ghost, her lips were bloodless, she looked depressed and disgusting, as if something big had just happened.

It can be seen that Song Qingxiao is not a person from a good background, and when this woman's eyes fell on her, she was similar to the people around her, a little nervous, but also a little disgust and contempt.

"New here, who are you? What's your name and how did you get here? ”

The woman looked at Song Qingxiao and threw out several questions in a row, and as soon as she spoke, everyone stared at Song Qingxiao, waiting for her to answer.

In fact, Song Qingxiao herself hasn't figured out the current situation yet, when she was asked by the woman, she didn't answer honestly, what happened tonight made her alert rise to the highest, and the unfamiliar environment and strange people around her made her nervous even more.

She also followed the example of others, found a vacant place a little far away from others, curled up, someone was already impatient to wait, and asked sharply:

"Didn't you hear?"

The person who spoke was a big man with a sturdy body, wearing a tight vest, revealing a large arm tattoo, with a somewhat fierce look, clenching his fists when he spoke, and everyone in this space seemed to be the most vigilant about him, and they all stayed away from him.

Song Qingxiao was still breathing heavily, the feeling of being stabbed by the dagger before left her with a very serious sequelae, the feeling of not being able to breathe was like a shadow, although the wound on her neck was strangely missing at this time, but she was still greatly affected, and when she breathed, she raised her chin and stretched her neck, making a loud sound:

"My name is Song Qingxiao, I don't know how I got here, I think it's strange."

She didn't mention the mysterious voice that came to her mind, nor did she mention the words 'God's trial,' and the crowd didn't seem to doubt her.

The woman who first questioned only looked at the blood on her body, clearly curious about what had happened before she entered the place.

This reaction proves that everyone who enters this space should have come suddenly, and everyone may have received a prompt to enter the 'God's trial' for some reason, and entered this space inexplicably.

Judging from the clothes and grooming of the people, there are those who wear formal dresses like the first woman to ask questions, and there are also those who wear office clothes like a short, stocky middle-aged man in the distance, and everyone should be doing different things at different times and in different places before coming to the 'trial of God'.

Song Qingxiao hadn't figured out the reason why she was able to enter this trial, and she hadn't figured out what the purpose of this trial was, but she was introverted and not a person who liked to be in the limelight, and after answering the woman's words, she closed her mouth, and while listening to the crowd, she was also quietly observing the people in the space.

She counted, and there were nine people here, in addition to the woman who was questioning and the fierce man, there was also a short and fat man about forty years old, next to him was a polite man with glasses, on the other side there were two young men and women with young eyebrows, and in the east corner sat a woman in professional attire, with a slightly plump figure, and a young male doctor with his hands on his chest and a frown on his brows about two meters away from her.

"It looks like everyone came here by accident." The middle-aged man with glasses flashed his eyes and pushed the frame: "Although I don't understand why I am here, since we are here, we have to figure out where this is and why we are here." ”

He stood up with his hands on the ground: "I propose that in such a place, everyone should sit together in a circle first, introduce and understand each other, so as to get acquainted with each other. ”

As soon as the man's voice fell, the fierce man sneered:

"What are you, why should everyone listen to you?"