However, the screams of the glasses also attracted the attention of the people around me, and all eyes were on me, so that my escape plan failed, and I had to turn to face them.

"No kidding, okay? How dare I ......"

As I spoke, I turned my head to look at them, and I couldn't help but be startled, so frightened that I hurriedly took a step back and crashed into the corpse hanging behind me.

In my left eye, the few people in front of me, except for the loyal man and the woman who looked down and couldn't see their faces clearly, everyone else actually had a hemp rope around their necks.

It looked rough, dirty, and the hemp rope was wrapped around their necks.

None of them felt anything, staring at me fiercely with cold and piercing eyes.

I didn't dare to look at my neck, in fact, I didn't need to look at it, I knew that my neck must be the same as them, trapped by a hemp rope.

I don't know which loyal man and bowed woman used what method to remove the rope from their necks.

The glasses woman muttered to me, and kept scratching her neck, and I could clearly see that the skin under the hemp rope had been scratched out of blood.

"Don't quarrel a few words, with this quarrel, we're all going out from here now." The voice of the loyal man standing at the end rang out, urging me to keep going.

What do you mean? Since they can remove the hemp rope from our necks, they should know that we have been killed by the hemp rope in our necks, so why are they still urging us to move forward?

I stood at the very edge, looking at the corpses hanging from the entire hall, and a strange thought flashed through my heart.

Are these corpses hanging here because they want to go to the other side?

The more you go forward, the hemp rope around your neck will naturally tighten and then hang us all in mid-air?

Possibly, no, it should be said highly likely.

Just like a person hanging, the rope will get tighter and tighter until a person's throat is cut, or it will directly cause a person to die of lack of oxygen.

If we move forward now, the rope around our necks will shrink and completely obliterate us.

"Boy, why are you stunned? Let's go. ”

The man with a scar on his face pushed me so hard that I hit the corpse behind me again.

Now the corpses in the entire hall were swaying, like living people floating in mid-air, and they looked at us coldly.

Whether these people died because of lack of oxygen or having their organs cut off by ropes, their eyes were huge and full of bloody and terrifying aura.

Being stared at by these eyes is a personal feeling of fear, especially being stared at by so many things, to say that you are not afraid, it is really nonsense.

The others were fine, they didn't know they had ropes around their necks yet.

I know that I can't call the clown out now, and it's better to have a hidden hole card in front of these people.

Turning around, I groped my pencil around my neck and poked it a few times to see if the pencil could break the rope.

No, pencils don't feel any touch.

As soon as I got these pencils, I almost regarded this thing as something omnipotent, and for obsession, ordinary obsession is generally a stabbing and killing, and for blood obsession, it will not reduce too much power.

But today, I don't feel anything about this hemp rope, not even a little touch.

Don't I have a hemp rope around my neck?

I shrank my head a few times, trying to feel if the hemp rope was there, but I didn't feel it, but I faintly felt a cool breeze blowing through my neck.

"Boy, if you want to walk, you can walk well, what do you mean by sticking your head and shrinking your head?" The glasses woman behind me screamed again, her hands leaving blinding blood marks on her neck.

To be honest, I really feel extremely disgusted with her, and I think I am superior at every turn, and I really think of myself as a person.

"It's nothing, I always feel like there's something in my neck, there's a cool breeze blowing in my neck, it feels so cold." I opened my mouth grimly, deliberately aggravating my feelings.

"You, you feel that way too? I have it too, and I still feel like my neck is being tightened by something, and I feel like I can't breathe. ”

Someone behind him screamed, and there was a tremor in his voice.

"I, too, always feel that my neck is itchy and uncomfortable, and I have been scratching it for a long time."

"Really? I'm the same, I always feel very itchy, and if I scratch it, it will feel better, but if I don't scratch it, the itching will come out again. ”

Several people confronted each other and found that each had the same problem, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

At the same time, they turned their gaze to the other two people, the loyal man and the bowed girl.

"What do you see? Do you think I'm fine? Look, like you, I also have a very itchy neck. ”

Tadahou ripped open his collar so that we could all see his neck.

There are scratches on the neck, and the skin is open, and it looks much worse than ours.

I squinted my eyes, this thing is really acting like it, obviously there is no hemp rope around the neck, but it is pretending to be in the same state as all of us.

And the marks on his neck are obviously much more serious than ours, and he is so ruthless to himself?

"I told you just now, don't make noise, what are you arguing about? Don't hurry up and leave, after delaying time. The loyal man tugged back at his collar to cover his wounds.

"We can only avoid anything if we leave here as quickly as possible, and the longer we stay in such a strange place, the worse it will be for us."

The others looked at each other and scratched their necks almost at the same time.

Only I didn't feel the itch in my neck, I just felt a cool breeze on my neck, which kept blowing.

It's like someone standing behind me and blowing at me.

The cold wind blew through my skin, causing layers of pimples to pop up on my skin.

"Why are you stunned? Let's go, get out of here. The woman with glasses turned her head and yelled at me, as if it was all because of me.

The others also stared at me, and there was an inexplicable anger in their eyes.

Does this have anything to do with me? I just brought up the weirdness in my neck first, and now it's like I'm all at fault, these people are really stupid.

"It's okay to go, but if you don't figure out what's in your neck, let's just walk forward recklessly, you're not afraid of problems?" I pinched my earlobes with my hand, looked at everyone and asked.

In this case, if you don't figure out what exactly is in your neck, you blindly move forward, isn't it looking for death?

The loyal man is not afraid, that is because there is no hemp rope around the neck of the goods, this group of people really don't know if the head is sick, or the head is in the water, and they actually listen to others the whole time.