Qianwan took the action.

Such a talisman lasts for about an hour, and its ability to avoid those shady things is limited.

didn't hear Fu Fan's answer, Qianwan frowned, and asked patiently again, "Did you hear that?" ”

Fu Fan's eyes were certain, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm with you." ”

Qianwan's thin lips pursed coldly and looked up at him.

There was a familiar stubbornness in those phoenix eyes, even after a few lifetimes, the look in his eyes seemed to have never changed.

Continue.

She sighed slightly, "Follow me." ”

Fu Fan clenched his fists, gathered the remaining burning heat in the palm of his hand, and the smile on his lips slowly spread, "Okay." ”

Qianwan went around again before finding the location of the elevator, looking at the missing button on the top, and frowning suspiciously, "You can only go up." ”

Fu Fan also said, "It's a little strange, the escalator over there can only go down." ”

In such a large shopping mall, the elevator is built strangely, and the twists and turns of going up and down the stairs seem to have no consideration for consumer needs.

Qianwan pressed the eighth floor, "Let's go to the top floor first." ”

The space in the elevator is narrow and somewhat closed, but it does not feel stuffy at all, but the further up you go, the lower the temperature of the air conditioner, and the cold suffocation feeling fills the gap.

The owner of the bubble tea shop just now didn't tell a lie, the eighth floor was indeed vacated.

The vacated storefronts are now in shambles, littered with violently demolished construction materials, and the dim light of a few wall lamps emitting a miserable white glow, all of which speak of the decay of the place.

Qianwan stepped on the wooden board used for decoration, making a creaking sound, and the echo could be faintly heard.

There is a long and cramped circular corridor in front of each store, and the mall sign should be hung in front of each store, but it is now being thrown on the ground indiscriminately.

Fu Fan bent down and picked up a sign in front of him, on which a large string of words was drawn with a marker, crookedly.

He made it through his calculations before he could barely piece together a paragraph.

'The light is hidden by men as a lamp that goes into the night.

I can only hide in the hell of sorrow.

It was dark, and the light was out.

All that remains is the boundless flowing night. ’

Walking down the hallway, you can see other scattered signs.

I shouldn't have been so depressed.

But I am imprisoned here forever, with the abyss in front of me and the Dead Sea behind me.

They reverently hoped that I would fall.

What about my love?

He shoved me,

Turn me into a devil. ’

The handwriting on the sign grew sloppy, the content slowly spiraled out of control, and there was a devastating madness between the lines.

I don't know how the person who wrote these words broke down in despair.

'I'm going crazy,

I can't stand such endless torture,

I long to hear the voice of men,

But no one wanted to hear it, and they all pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Countless hands, blindfolded my eyes. ’

Fu Fan slowly pursed his lips.

'I became a rotting ghost,

And my love,

He was smiling so happily. ’

Until I picked up the last sign and saw the words on it.

Pupils shrank suddenly.

Did he tell you to come? ’

He raised his head suddenly, and his solemn gaze quickly surged around, but he didn't see Qianye's figure, and his throat tightened.

"Shen Qianwan, where are you?"

As if to answer his words, there was a click, and the lights on the top floor suddenly turned off.

The pitch black, the eerie dead silence that spread, made him lose the ability to discern the direction in an instant.

Fu Fan trembled, bit his lip tightly, and curled himself up helplessly. The suffocating sensation of darkness flooded his throat, he couldn't make a sound, and his limbs had no strength.

Despair and panic wandering in the depths of his soul enveloped his body.

He has night blindness.

What he feared most was the darkness.

When he was six years old, he was once locked in a dark house by vicious kidnappers for a whole week.

Insects, ants, spiders, rats, and other creatures that others think are incomparably weak, in his eyes, are all dangerous and deadly existences.

Fu Fan was chilled, and when he was in a trance, he heard a voice.

"Fu Fan?"

The cold voice shattered the darkness in an instant.

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