"Tell God."

The voices of at least a dozen people suddenly sounded at the same time, and I looked back and couldn't help but be shocked.

I don't know when, there were figures kneeling behind me.

There were men and women, old and young, and there were more than a dozen people.

Seeing this kind of scene, I could guess with my feet that these people must all be from the empty house number room in the town.

None of them are human beings, nor are they ordinary obsessions, they should all be things in the mirror.

I was a little embarrassed, this hula knelt down a large piece, and I was standing alone, which seemed very obvious and embarrassing.

I really want to kick to death the goods that dragged me in, what do you ask for, please ask, take care of Lao Tzu's business? I have to bring Lao Tzu in with you.

"Click"

I quickly looked up and noticed cracks in the wall above my head.

The cracks were rapidly increasing in the walls, and in the blink of an eye, they were all over the walls, and they were about to burst.

"Brush"

The familiar pitch-black palm appeared very suddenly, and the wall above his head had been shattered at some point, falling like snowflakes in the sky.

The fragments seemed to have no weight, and they were swept to the other side with a flick of the palm.

"God, we have a room to be devoured."

"The youngest didn't come? He was beaten some time ago, and now he is devoured again, why is he so unlucky? ”

I almost laughed, I couldn't imagine that this god would be so shocking and so funny.

Some time ago, he was beaten, and he was talking about the time when the man who dripped blood, and the man who dripped blood almost devoured him.

Come to think of it, how can there be such an unlucky lord in the empty door number room?

Generally, the things that control the empty door number room are particularly strong masters, such as the things kneeling here, which one is not the overlord of the room.

How many of the people who entered the room with the empty number could escape alive?

But my room was so weird, I lived in it for a month, and I didn't die.

At the beginning, when the empty door number room was about to do something to me, he was violently beaten by the blood-dripping man and almost devoured.

I have to say that the person in charge of my room is indeed unlucky.

In addition to being harassed by my obsession thrown in two ends for three days, I was also beaten by these obsessions, no wonder God would say such a sentence.

"You're the owner of the room he controls?"

I nodded, in this case, it's better not to admit it, not to mention the person in front of me, just kneeling on the ground can easily kill me.

"Tell me what's going on."

The tone was unmistakable, full of the smell of command.

To be honest, I don't like people talking to me in this tone, but I know that the current situation does not allow me to resist, and I should be honest.

What's more, I originally planned to let them fight, and since I planned to take advantage of others, it was also appropriate to be ordered two sentences.

"That's how it ......"

I simply told God everything I saw.

Although Shangcang only showed one arm, I think he is definitely not simple, and the existence of a man who can slap a man dripping blood to death is definitely not ordinary no matter how you think about it.

"Go to your room."

I didn't have time to refuse, and in the blink of an eye I was back in my room, with a broken mirror at my feet and a black-and-white clown in the bathtub, staring at me with three eyes.

"Cao Taiyi, you're finally back, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The eyeballs let out a low roar first, and the eyes that looked at me were cold and piercing.

This thing really hates me so much, I was going to pit me, but I didn't want to be cheated by me.

According to the temper of the eyeballs, if they didn't move at the moment they saw me, they were already relatively bearable.

The black and white clown didn't speak, this tyrannical and cruel guy didn't speak, stretched out a long scarlet tongue, one left and one right, and licked the blade.

Even though the blade cut his mouth and bled out, the black and white clown still didn't take it seriously and stared at me.

He was tricked in by me, and it's normal that he hates me a lot.

But they didn't dare to do anything, because the mirror fragments under my feet were shaking rapidly.

All the mirror fragments reveal a pitch-black shadow.

The mirror was shattered, and there were tiny, horrible scars all over the floor, and there were many, only the size of a fingernail.

No matter how small it was, only a pitch-black palm could be seen emerging from it.

Whether the palm is big or small, it has a feeling of covering the sky and the sun, and it is slapped down fiercely.

"Bang"

I felt as if the whole room had jumped, and all the mirror shards on the floor were gone.

The fragments condensed into a giant mirror, suspended in mid-air.

I moved backwards quietly, the situation in front of me was no longer a battle I could participate in, and I didn't plan to participate, I originally came with a posture of watching a play.

A pitch-black palm stretched out from the mirror, grabbing at the black and white clown and his eyes.

The black and white clown double knife cut a black and white knife in the air, and the knife slashed on the black palm, making a golden sound.

"Smack"

The palm of his hand suddenly sped up, and he grabbed the black and white clown's neck and dragged the black and white clown into the mirror.

The black and white clown probably didn't expect his palms to be so irritable, and he started fighting directly without saying a word, and he was dragged into the mirror before he even had time to scream.

"Dangchang"

The black and white knives fell out of the mirror, and only the clown was dragged inside.

There was a tumbling and shaking in the mirror, like a big fish, writhing under a tranquil water.

Waves spread around the mirror, and the pitch-black palm stretched out again, grabbing the eyeballs that ran to the bathroom door, and even pulled the eyeballs in.

"Knock"

A heavy muffled sound came from inside the mirror, and the mirror shook even more.

The mirror spun in the air and returned to the sink.

I watched them all dragged into the mirror with the black palms, and I didn't want to run away, so I stood next to the mirror, covered my right eye with my hand, and began to watch the play.

In the mirror, the eyeballs and the black-and-white clown are like two three grandsons, who were beaten by the black palms and cracked all over.

The black and white clown was beaten the most miserable, and his eyes were so small that even if he was beaten, I couldn't see it.

Only the clown can let me see everything clearly.

His body was covered in broken wounds, and his internal organs and blood flowed wildly in the mirror.

But no matter how the clown jumps or roars, he can't bear a slap in the dark palm.

The pitch-black palm didn't have any other moves, just slap after slap down.

It seems to be a very ordinary slap, but every time it beats the clown, it almost bursts into a ball of flesh.

The pitch-black palm is also very strange, and after a slap, he will always wait for the clown to recover and slap again.

For example, if this slap blows the clown's head, he won't pump it again, and when the clown's head recovers, he will slap it down again.

The clown was slapped more than 20 times, and finally was beaten and lay on the ground.

I guess this thing is cheating, anyway, I know it's not an opponent, and I'm just beaten up, so it's better to continue lying down and pretending to be dead.

I have seen the clown's shameless spirit more than once or twice, just in the stage game, I deeply understand his shameless spirit.

However, if he wanted to rely on pretending to be dead and not being beaten, he probably really thought of the hand of heaven wrong.