The splashed mist was like her tears, which made An Yang's heart throb.

The gray human snake seemed to be unable to speak, turned around slowly, and then looked back at An Yang in three steps.

"You want me to go with you"

Seeing the human snake nodding slowly, An Yang bit his lower lip and decided to follow.

Anyang: I originally wanted to explore the mystery by myself, but now someone leads the way.

System: Host, I'm so scared

Anyang:

The gray shadow finally dissipated in front of a stainless steel door, and An Yang stopped walking, and heard the system crying hysterically, host, it's terrible. There's something horrible in there, I can feel it.

It's ghosts, it's supposed to be those screaming ghosts.

Its body was tightly curled into a ball, hiding uneasily behind An Yang's neck, and I was suddenly not curious.

Anyang: That's what I said, the point of instability.

Before the words fell, the gate a few meters later, the palm that was pressed in an instant was bent.

System: It was frightened by 120,000 points.

System: You, how do you do it

Anyang: Well, it's just to recover the forgotten memories of this body.

With a flick of his hair, his second palm pressed over, and the thick door collapsed.

Under the miserable white light, An Yang's body stiffened suddenly.

Tears rolled down silently, and the trembling vocal cords let out a suppressed growl.

"Why"

She staggered in, her eyes falling on the dead human snake one by one.

In countless containers, most of them maintain the tragic state of pain before death. A pair of bursting eyeballs stared at the sky unwillingly, as if accusing God of injustice.

An Yang took a few steps and almost tripped over his own foot. She barely stood on her side with the glass cover, a strong feeling of nausea welling up in her lungs.

She kept retching, and her breathing began to be unbearably short.

Forcing herself not to be afraid, she masochized herself and walked towards the depths.

"Goo Dong Goo Dong"

The liquid remaining in the instrument occasionally makes an unsettling sound.

She walked like a camp of human snakes, and the ground under her feet was stained with their blood. Dead souls are not reborn and continue to experience the pain of the past.

"Er, Russia, Si"

A weak voice brought her senses back.

She turned her head in horror, her pupils constricting instantly.

The half-dead Histasi, confined in the same glass enclosure.

A terrifying wound, starting from the chest cavity and going all the way down, cut into the snake's body. The cold surgical forceps tore at the direction of the wound, preventing them from healing on their own.

"Such an ugly self, I really don't want you to look at it" He curled the corners of his lips, and his pale lips could no longer make that wanton and arrogant look.

"Help me, kill me."

The dark green eyes looked at her quietly, as if all hope had been crushed and gray.

Anyang swallowed vigorously at the dry foam, she remembered the last time she saw Histasi was when she was kidnapped that day. But after that, Yan Mo didn't tell her that Histasi had become his test subject

"Why, why did he do this to you"

"Can't you see," Histasi barely lifted his chin, "this is the grave of the human snake." They are wantonly taking our lives, and we"

His words suddenly choked, and the ten fingers that were clamped were tensed in pain.

An Yang saw that his wound began to struggle to close, and the severe pain made him unwillingly stalk his neck, looking like he was struggling and dying, so frightened that she took two steps back and almost fell to the ground.