Chang Mingda's words reminded Lu Shaozhen of the scene when he was forced to be dragged to the bed of blood by Wei Yuan's uniform, at that time, Chang Mingda's expression did not have any regret or other temperament that expressed sadness, on the contrary, he watched coldly while unconsciously gloating at the corners of his mouth.

When he thought of this, a long-standing doubt came to his mind. It stands to reason that there are only five doorways in the old apartment, so only five people survived, and this is true, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a huge mystery hidden in it.

Because the five doorways are not clearly marked who should enter which doorway, that is, which person enters which doorway is a completely random event, but the movement trajectory of the giant axe's mechanism on the ceiling is directly hitting the fifth doorway. When this inevitable event is combined with an accidental event, it is not difficult to see the illogical existence.

How did the others stand still in the first four doorways in turn, leaving only the fifth doorway for Wei Yuan to enter? Is this just a coincidence? If this is a coincidence, then it is a bit outrageous, and isn't the intention of the game's designers completely useless?

It can be seen that they have been at the mercy of bizarre things since they entered the "Havoc Game", although these things seem nonsensical, but they all have something in common, that is, the intention of the mastermind behind the scenes is the core purpose, and all the levels are used as stars that revolve around the bright moon, to achieve a common spiritual Yidai.

As for the distribution of the doorway, if it is really a coincidence, then it is inevitably very different from the way of thinking of a meticulous designer, as if a delicate instrument produces a rough product, and the feeling of incongruity greatly touches his nerves.

What is the truth of the matter? How did the designer expect that he would succeed in triggering the mechanism, and how did he know that the giant axe would inevitably slash Wei Yuan? Or is this the survival of the fittest that he simply wants to kill a person in this level? Maybe it's biased to use "survival of the fittest" to describe it, but I have to admit that Wei Yuan is that damn unlucky ghost!

However, this is not a good time to dwell on these, no matter what, he can live to be qualified to solve the mystery, he felt disdain for Chang Mingda's words in a trance, and continued to move forward.

"You don't die well! If I make it out alive, I'm going to kill you!" Chang Mingda's heart-rending roar kept repeating this sentence, he glared at Lu Shaozhen with a fierce look, as if Lu Shaozhen caused the current situation, he tried hard to stand firm in the thorn net, the sharp chain slammed into his flesh, the blurred flesh and blood foamed outward, his face showed a broken can and broken brazen spirit, forcibly raised his trembling hands, and pulled the thorn chain in front of him away from his eyes,

The bloody red gathered at his feet, his teeth trembled finely, his teeth chattered, his cheeks kept bulging and disappearing, and so on and on, as if it were an endless ray, monotonous and tedious in the torment of pain. Then, he bent down and passed his head between the two chains, and suddenly he heard only a slight "squeak", and after a large squeak, a large patch of blood soaked the back of his neck, and the hair on the back of his head was clumped together by the blood.

Chang Mingda's eyes were constantly drifting and blurring, and sinking in extreme pain was a terrible state of mind, and his spiritual defense line was on the verge of collapse like his physical body.

Can a person really pass through here? This thought kept echoing in Chang Mingda's fluttering thoughts, and the physical pain suddenly became distant, as if everything was imagined by himself, becoming extremely unreal.

But at this moment, just as he was moving forward completely instinctively, and his vitality continued to flow from his body with blood, the figure in front of him was suddenly reflected in his eyes.

What a figure that is! Chang Mingda felt that he had lost the ability to think, and the torture he had endured was like a shackle to his soul, encapsulating his consciousness in a blurred realm, but he could still feel the strong will coming from that figure!

At this moment, he seems to see the flesh and blood blurred red blood around the body as if an invisible flame is rising, as if it is the fire of faith that burns all the ups and downs and smooths out the tribulations, that is the pursuit of ideals, that is the longing for freedom......

The things around us often bring us endless touches, these stories of good materials contain huge energy to be discovered, Chang Mingda does not know what kind of internal drive his body is about to die, he only feels that his heart continues to echo the monotonous strings, and the will to survive has become something he believes in.

At this moment, as Chang Mingda could see, Lu Shaozhen was moving forward with a slow but determined pace, although his skin was almost shattered, the incomparable desire for life became the motivation for him to continue. Although the will to survive is enough to explain the reason for his persistence, the sense of responsibility for the unfinished mission is not far less evident, because his head is still well protected by the biker suit, so the beads of sweat the size of beans fall and fall, and some flow into his eyes.

Hot Pain ...... But is it really possible to stop and wipe it? The nerves all over his body are obscured by pain, and it can be said that he is now like a machine that is constantly working in cycles, both physically and mentally, and if there is a precedent for stopping, then he is not sure that he can start again.

The long and brutal journey was thrilling in the yellowed warehouse, and the two of them walked silently forward as if they were lonely travelers, they had lost the right to howl, but this did not mean that they were unconscious, on the contrary, the high-frequency trembling teeth and fluctuating pupils were all the proof of the inhuman suffering they endured.

The zombie roared desperately, its frantic struggle made the large chain continue to shake, but it was precisely because of this that it was firmly trapped in place, unable to move forward half a step.

A sweet smell filled the warehouse, and wisps of bloody elves danced around the two of them, forming a picture like the fog in the forest in the early morning turning blood-red.