As soon as the door to the storage room closed, it seemed to block all our retreats.

My heart suddenly lifted, and the originally dark storage room also lit up, and it was still the greasy cauldron, the fire was constantly heating, and at this time, the oil in the pot was still tumbling.

There are three or four rows of large shelves in the storage room, and the shelves are filled with all kinds of bottles and cans.

At some point, there was a gramophone in the storage room, and music was playing, accompanied by the music and the light whistle. I had a bad feeling that at this moment, we were all lambs to the slaughter.

An Chen opened his arms to protect me and Mo Xun in front of me, I endured the severe pain in my lower abdomen, and pushed the iron door of the storage room with Mo Xun, no matter how hard we pushed, the door still didn't move.

The black-robed man's whistle became more and more cheerful, and the sound of the iron hook sliding on the ground was getting closer and closer, and sure enough, the black-robed man was carrying a steel wire in his hand, and the iron hook was dragged to the ground by him.

"It looks like it's been another long night." An Chen's tone of voice was very low.

"What do you mean by that?"

"During the day he became a child of eleven or twelve, and every day he repeated the murder of his childhood, and at night he returned to his original form, and he continued to torment the living. He had captured a lot of people before, but now there are few people left alive. An Chen involuntarily slowly moved closer to me and Mo Xun, he was a little trembling, it was hard to imagine how he had survived these days.

The storage room was lit by the fire, and I took the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment, and I was shocked when I saw it, in addition to the shelves I saw before, there was also an operating table, and it was more appropriate to call this a storage room than an autopsy room.

Mo Xun followed my gaze and looked in the direction of the operating table, she saw the bloody stump and broken arm on the ground near the operating table, and couldn't help but hold on to the door and retch.

There were also some blood-red greasy lumps on the operating table, which looked like they were extremely fat.

I couldn't help but retch a few times, and the blood in my lower abdomen kept gushing out due to the amplitude of my movements. Seeing this, Mo Xun hurriedly ripped off a piece of fabric from the side of her clothes, and quickly helped me wrap around my lower abdomen to stop the bleeding.

"You see the people in the painting, they all deserve to die, I was beaten to death by their ancestors, I just killed some children, and they hung my body from a tree." The black-robed man played with the iron hook with one hand, picked up the iron spoon next to the oil pot with the other hand, filled a spoonful of oil in the oil pot, and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.

Turning to us, he continued, "Those people are already dead, so I can only do it to their descendants. Suddenly, his words changed sharply, and he glared at An Chen angrily, "But you broke in and found me, then I can only torture you." As he spoke, he put the iron spoon back on the iron stove and stared at An Chen with fierce eyes.

He approached us step by step with his iron hook, still whistling with that brisk whistle in his mouth.

The three of us started walking along the wall in the other direction, and he followed us unhurriedly, without any action.

After walking for a while, suddenly a large black iron chain was wrapped around my ankle, and everything I saw was upside down in an instant.

"An Chen, you don't care about me, hurry up and find a way to get out." I was hung upside down in the air by him, my hands struggling, and the wound in my lower abdomen was even more painful.

"Oniye." Mo Xun shouted, reached out and touched a person's bone on the ground, and rushed towards the black-robed man.

The black-robed man raised his hand slightly, and Mo Xun was frozen in place, and she still maintained an attacking posture.

"Yo, little girl, you're so nervous, it turns out that he's your lover/person!" The black-robed man's voice was very cheerful, and he quickly shook the wire in his hand, rotated the iron hook in the air a few times, and then pulled it back into his hand.

"Phew, are we lovers/people who want you to care."

"Then I'll give you a choice, you have the right to choose whether he dies or you die, and the two of you can only live one." The more the man in the black robe spoke, the more excited he became, and he danced his characteristic romantic dance steps, slowly spun to my side, and attached the iron hook to the wounded place of my lower abdomen.

"Bastard, as long as I live, I'll peel you little by little, and then throw you in a pan of oil to fry." I cursed indignantly, and before I could continue, the man moved the hook to my thigh and stabbed hard.

I could clearly feel the hook touching my bones, and the heart-rending pain made my consciousness drift away.

"Stop, don't hurt him, I choose him to live."

After hearing this, the black-robed man immediately pulled out the iron hook from my thigh, turned around and walked towards Mo Xun.

"Ahh

Mo Xun's miserable screams brought me back to my senses, and I tried to open my eyes to look at her, only to see Mo Xun lying motionless on the ground, letting the black-robed man drag her.

"You let go of her, if you want to torture people, torture me, let the two of them go." An Chen was holding an altar in his hand and kept a certain distance from him.

"NO, I'm going to let you watch me torture everyone, let you suffer little by little in your heart, and finally I'll torture you to death."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you have trespassed into my forbidden place, and the attic is the one they have given me, so I will torture you to death." The black-robed man yelled, then lifted the hat from his head.

The tangled facial features were replaced by a terrifying and hideous face, and what was even more frightening was that it was a faceless face.

An Chen couldn't help but take a step back and stood in the corner in a daze.

The man was pulling the iron hook, and I could see clearly that the iron hook had passed through Mo Xun's collarbone, and Mo Xun had already passed out.

He dragged Mo Xun in the direction of the operating table, and just when he was about to reach the operating table, a golden light surrounded Mo Xun, the golden light was very dazzling, and soon, Mo Xun and the golden light disappeared together.

I know in my heart that the inscription of Jin Wen should be her last guarantee.

Before the black-robed man could react, An Chen quickly ran to my side and pulled the chain around my ankle fiercely.

"An Chen, listen to me, now that I'm injured, we can only escape one, you take that axe and cut off this leg of mine, and then I entangle him, you escape." I grabbed An Chen with my hand and analyzed the situation in front of him for him.

"Ghost Ye, are you crazy? I won't leave you. An Chen shook his head again and again, he couldn't do anything to me.

"An Chen, I am the soul in the oil painting, and you, we are not sure, so you can't die, none of this is true for me." I'm trying to block it with my life, because I can't let my brother die.

The black-robed man shouted angrily: "Why do so many people care about you, that woman is willing to die for you, even your brother refuses to abandon you, you really make me so jealous." He licked the blood from the iron hook and whispered to me, "Okay, I'll do it for you." ”

The axe on the ground rose into the air and cut off my left foot, and the blood sprayed An Chen's face like a fountain.