The wind was blowing hard, and they vaguely felt as if there was something invisible inside.

This thing made them shudder a little in their hearts, it was an inexplicable fear.

"Sister Jingjing, what is this?"

At this time, Wu Xiaobo's face was a little pale, and he was probably frightened.

Although I had a strange experience, I still felt fear inside, which was an instinctive fear of the unknown.

Zhen Jingjing knew that this must be an illusion caused by the sound of the flute, or it could be true, "You hurry up and go upstairs." ”

Thinking that Liu Qing came for himself, he shouldn't embarrass Wu Xiaobo, as long as he leaves here, then it shouldn't have any impact.

"And what do you do?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

The wind swirled and blew in the hall, and the sound of the flute became more and more eerie.

I felt that the whole person's emotions were resonating with the voice, and the voice was bringing Zhen Jingjing into a terrible hallucination.

Wu Xiaobo ran up, he didn't want to die, although he wanted to face it with Zhen Jingjing when he encountered danger many times, but he flinched every time.

Every time it was as if he had lost all his courage in an instant, the panic in his heart made his mind confused, except that fear was fear.

The things inside the yin wind seemed to be slowly becoming clearer, and you could even see a black one moving along the yin wind.

The sound of the flute also became rapid, and every change in tone made Zhen Jingjing's heart speed up a lot, I don't know if it was an illusion, Zhen Jingjing always felt like some force was beating her heart.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhen Jingjing felt her heart beating louder and louder, and in the end it was like a firecracker.

The illusion of reality made her breathe faster, and she couldn't even control the fear in her heart.

The beads of sweat on his forehead whizzed down, and his clothes were half wet at once.

Didn't you say that there were a lot of people around? Why didn't anyone come to my rescue? Zhen Jingjing thought about these two questions in her heart, and her instinctive reaction was to think of protecting her employees.

But disappointedly, they never showed up.

The Yin Wind in the hall eventually turned into an unknown creature, with an elongated body without legs, like a ceiling-high snake, with a human head on top of it, and two long arms almost hanging to the ground.

The fingers were as sharp and sharp as the scissors, and the red eyes on the top of the head stared at Zhen Jingjing.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other like this, and suddenly they seemed to be quiet.

Zhen Jingjing even felt as if the flute was gone, the sounds around her were gone, and she couldn't even hear her own heartbeat.

It was so silent, eerily quiet.

It suddenly raised its hand and stabbed straight at Zhen Jingjing.

Zhen Jingjing wanted to dodge, but found that she couldn't control her body, just like the last nightmare.

Unable to move, she watched as her sharp fingers stabbed into her chest.

The process seems to be as long as hours.

Zhen Jingjing could see her fingers piercing her clothes, and she could see it breaking through her skin, as if she had slowed down.

She could feel the palm of her hand piercing her chest, and she could feel the destruction of her internal organs.

From the time it was shot to the time it was put back, the whole process seemed to be as long as several hours for Zhen Jingjing.

She wanted to move, but she couldn't do anything.

I could only watch the blood spray out of my chest, and then I felt a fishy breath slowly rising in my throat, and there was an abnormal taste in my mouth.

That's the smell of their own blood.

Zhen Jingjing's consciousness was slowly disappearing, just like the creature she saw standing in front of her, slowly fading until it was gone.

Bang.

Zhen Jingjing fell to the ground, her eyes widening.