The new room was similar to the last, empty and with an extra carved bone on the wall, and a pool of blood on the ground in front of the bone.

I remember that the symbols recorded in Song Fengzi's small book do not have the appearance of bones.

I was about to take a closer look when a flash of darkness flashed before my eyes, black like smoke, fleeting.

There was a faint fishy smell in the air, not blood, but an inexplicable smell, this strange smell was like a rope that locked people firmly.

I hurriedly covered my right eye, and in my left eye, I saw a hazy bloody light.

"Brush"

Song Fengzi followed me, and the sharp blade in his hand fell again.

I didn't have time to look too much, so I ducked from the sharpened blade and slipped into a door again.

This crazy woman is really enough, but it's just a matter of words, and she even chased and killed.

I looked at the laceration on my shoulder, but fortunately I ran relatively fast, and it didn't go deep into the flesh, but because of running, a piece of flesh was torn off by the blade.

Where the flesh cracked, warm blood flowed down the shoulder.

I took a casual look at the room, remembering that the symbol on the wall was something like a drop of water.

There was another sound of footsteps behind me, and I rushed forward quickly, approaching the door, turned around and sneered at Song Fengzi, and then rushed in.

I didn't have time to look at the room, so I spilled blood on my shoulder, spilled it to the left door, and slipped into the straight door again.

The little trick just now, how long can I deceive Song Fengzi, I don't know.

But I knew that the madman had a head that was different from the rest of the world, so I went into this room and spilled a lot of blood, this time at the straight door, but I got into the left door.

Three times in a row, I set a trap to make sure the woman wouldn't catch up to me, and I breathed a sigh of relief and stood in my new room.

The symbols in the room were distorted letters, one I hadn't seen before, and I didn't know what they meant.

I looked at the symbol closely, and as soon as I took two steps forward, I felt that something was not right, and my feet were a little weak.

It's soft, it's like I'm walking on a person.

I hurriedly took two steps back, and the ground, which had been hard just a moment ago, was now all soft.

No, I stared carefully at the symbols on the wall.

The symbol has gradually become a little normal from the initial distortion, but the feet have become softer and softer, and there is a strange feeling that I can fall into it at any time.

I tried to pull my feet out of the ground, not daring to get too close to the symbols.

It's a bit big of a change now, I'm not sure if it's because of the symbols, but if you look at the changes in the symbols, it's probably because of this thing.

I can't stay longer, stay longer, and I might be swallowed by the ground.

The color of the ground beneath his feet began to change, at first it was earthy yellow, and then it gradually became a little pale, white and terrifying, like the skin of a dead man.

There was an icy cold in the air, and the chill seemed to come from all directions.

I ran to the door with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and did not stop to burrow into one door.

"Bang"

As soon as I entered, I crashed into a cold corpse, which was hanging in mid-air, with hemp rope wrapped around its neck, and hung in the air.

The hemp rope was almost the same as anything I had seen before, it looked dirty, with stains on it, like blood.

I know which ones aren't bloodstains, at least not for now.

The corpse was terrible, the face had long since been distorted, and the tongue was sticking out of the mouth.

I looked closely into the room, and there was a small symbol on the wall, something that looked like a rope.

Could it be that these symbols all indicate the danger in the room?

To be honest, I would love to pull the rope off and see how this hemp rope is different from the hemp rope we have encountered before.

Before I could make any moves, another hemp rope hung down from the roof and hung directly around my neck.

It was as cold as ice, and the rope tightly wrapped my neck around it, and in an instant the feeling of suffocation came up, and my brain went blank.

I struggled and grabbed the sides of the noose with both hands, trying to get out of it, but the noose seemed to be around my neck, and no matter how much I tried to break free, I was slowly lifted into the air.

The feeling of suffocation caused me to open my mouth wide and gasp hard, trying to get in a little air or a little bit of air.

It didn't work, the rope was getting tighter and tighter around my neck, and I had to pull out the paper cup from the bookmark.

Three controllers appeared in the paper cup, two grabbed the sides of the twine, and one lifted me up.

"Smack"

The hemp rope was torn off by the controller, after all, this is three blood obsessions appearing at the same time, unless it is Li Yuan Zhouzheng, otherwise the three of them can be swept away, at least in this room, there should be no danger.

I clutched my neck and gasped violently, looking at the hemp rope handed to me by the controller, it was no different from what I had encountered before, it was the same thickness.

It was cold in the hand, as if holding a piece of ice.

I stuffed the hemp rope into the bookmark, whether it was a bloody man or a human head painting shaft, I was particularly interested in hemp rope, and the resentment contained in the hemp rope was very heavy.

It's the first time I've encountered such a cold rope.

"Pull that rope down and take a look."

I'm still more interested in this weird hemp rope, it's the only foreign object I've ever seen that can raise the level of obsession.

Most of the obsessions are improved by devouring other obsessions, and I have only seen this kind of thing before I encountered hemp rope.

The three handlers jumped up and grabbed the rope.

The corpse suddenly opened its eyes and reached out to grab the necks of the three controllers.

A pair of hands, but grabbed the necks of the three controllers, one of whom was wrapped in a tongue.

The controller's neck was pinched and exploded in an instant, and in the splattering of blood, hemp ropes appeared in the air, making a sharp whistle in the air, and trapping me.

"Damn, what's going on?" I hurriedly called out Cao Yu and asked him to help stop it.

Now there are no outsiders anyway, I don't mind exposing my hole cards, and it's more important to save my life at this time.

As soon as Cao Yu appeared, all the ropes turned to his side, as if he was a magnet that attracted the ropes closer on its own.

"This is, the Soul Room? Master, you shouldn't have asked me to come out. ”

Cao Yu sighed slightly, his body unexpectedly cracked a large black wound, and the blood did not flow downward, but floated upward.

"Sealing the Spirit, what do you mean?" I hid behind Cao Yu and watched as he grabbed all the hemp ropes with his hands, and his body was wrapped around the hemp ropes.

"A place dedicated to blocking all kinds of psionic abilities, all obsessions, resentments, coming here, will be imprisoned most of the abilities." Cao Yu replied to me as he pulled the hemp ropes with his hands.

"No wonder those who are comparable to blood obsessions can be easily crushed." I muttered as I watched as the wound on Cao Yu's body quickly cracked, and the pitch-black blood drifted in the opposite direction.