Darkness is coming.

Bailing intuitively felt that there was something to mess with here.

She hesitated and didn't go any further. Depending on the situation, this darkness should be something that is present in every layer.

So I picked a relatively bright corridor and observed intently as I walked.

All the corridors here are in a gorgeous style, the pattern of the carpet is also the same, about every three meters you will see a door with a gold frame, each door is engraved with a cat's eye that she can't understand, faintly exudes a sense of oppression of golden characters, the characters are not the same.

From the point of view of appearance, except for the different characters, each door is not recognizable.

In that case, let's just go in and hide.

Bai Ling stopped, reached out and grabbed the golden doorknob, and just as she was about to turn, Curran's hand suddenly covered hers.

She tilted her head in confusion, but saw Curran wrinkling his eyebrows and listening to something.

"What's wrong?"

Curran asked in a low voice, "Did you hear anything?" ”

Bai Ling listened carefully, but heard nothing but a dead silence.

Curran also seemed to realize that he was hallucinating, and slowly let go of his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the bright carpet, and he only dared to use his peripheral vision to probe the door in front of him.

Squeak –

To Bai Ling's surprise, this golden door emitted an old sound that seemed to be old and no one had opened it.

It was like some kind of joyful, released sound.

Her hand held the doorknob so hard that Curran looked up at her suspiciously, and then she pushed the door open, took a deep breath, and looked inside.

It's a quaint room with a few candles.

Curran's tense nerves relaxed after sneaking a glimpse of the scene behind the door, and she walked out from behind her, muttering to herself, "What, it's obviously a very ordinary room, why did the Pope warn us not to open the door at will?" ”

Can't open the door at will?

Bai Ling heard her muttering and subconsciously turned her head, but at this moment, there was a "bang", and the door closed automatically.

Curran hurriedly ran over and turned the doorknob, only to find that he couldn't turn it around.

The two of them were busy for a long time, and the doorknob suddenly disappeared.

Looking around again, they suddenly appeared on a vast grassland, their palms empty, and around them, there was still the shadow of a door.

"This, what should I do?" Curran trembled, a little overwhelmed.

"Is there a guy over there?" Bai Ling squinted her eyes and faintly saw a figure sitting on the grass in the distance.

Curran also looked over, and after a while, she nodded uncertainly, "It seems to be someone." ”

"Let's go and have a look." Bai Ling hurriedly ran towards the figure in the distance. As she got closer, the seated person glanced at them sensitively, and she was stunned for a moment, and her steps slowed down.

This man is very similar to Yaphgomon, but it has a different feeling.

There was a merciless smile in his deep, bloody eyes, and a slanted glance, like a high king, a gimmicked gaze at the small dust beneath his feet.

At this time, he sat casually on his knees on the grass, like here, but not like here.

Such a realm, according to Bailing's algorithm, is at least a righteous god of Mahayana consummation.

Suddenly, Curran let out a scream of pain.

Bai Ling turned her head, but saw her face pale, curled up in pain on the grass, and two shocking blood marks slowly flowed down her closed eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" She was slightly startled and quickly grabbed Curran's shoulder.

However, Curran fainted in pain.