The door was wide open, but I didn't have any intention of running out.

No kidding, the eyeballs are coming in from outside the room, and I run out now, isn't it the same as throwing myself into the net? I'm not that stupid.

I don't know what else is out there, and it's scary to think about.

"Smack-smack"

A crisp cracking sound sounded in the mist, and more black lines rushed into the mist.

The fight between them is different from the battle between the Bloody Man and the Figure.

The blood-dripping man fought with the figures, and it was absolutely bloody, with torn flesh and skin everywhere, broken bones splashing everywhere, and the blood was terrifying.

The battle between the figure and the fog did not have any blood or flesh, only a strange sound sounded, and nothing else could be heard.

I could see that eye, an angry gaze, and the thick black mist on my body became like ink.

There were at least two or three fist-sized shadows on the walls that suddenly disappeared.

But I guess my eyes are not very comfortable, because I can clearly see that there are suddenly a few more cracks on the eyeball, which was originally full of bloodshots.

The mist on the eyeball quickly dissipated, and in the blink of an eye, only a terrifying, cracked eyeball floated in midair.

"Whoosh"

Dozens of black filaments burst out of the wall again.

The eyes are not stupid, of course he knows that if he is entangled in black silk threads again, it is estimated that it will not be a matter of a few more cracks.

"Bang Dang"

The eyes escaped from the room as soon as possible, and when they escaped, they didn't forget to close the door by the way.

But my heart twitched a few times, and gradually sank into the deepest depths, because I found that these figures had become stronger.

And it's not a little bit stronger, it can actually let this eye escape, I estimate that even if the blood-dripping man comes out, he will be torn to pieces by this group of figures.

Sure enough, as soon as I thought of this, I heard the man dripping blood say something in a low voice in my eyes.

"They're at least ten times stronger than before."

"Ten times?"

"Maybe it's more than that, remember the rotten meat in the mirror, these shadows in front of you can compare to the rotten meat."

I once heard the man dripping blood say that it was just a piece of rotten flesh in the mirror, but then the palm appeared, and it was indeed a palm.

"If you can compare it to rotten meat, it means that these figures are rotten meat, and in the mirror, there may be that palm." I frowned, if it was really that palm, I'm afraid I would have only died.

Did he just die?

I am unwilling, no one will be willing to die, especially if I am framed to death like this.

Gotta find out the man who framed me, damn it, and throw him into the empty room too, so that he can get a taste of what it feels like to die.

I got up from my bed, still asleep, death hanging over my head like a dark cloud, as if a knife was on my neck.

I could even feel the chill from the knife, and there was a faint pain in my skin.

Don't say anything sleepy now, looking at the shadows on the wall, I feel chills all over my body, I don't want to stay in the room, but I don't dare to go out.

There were several shadows inside the house, and a terrible eyeball outside the house.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, I curled up on the bed again, like a wretched worm waiting to die.

Dead end, another dead end.

This is a deadlock that surpasses anything I've encountered before.

The heavy feeling of powerlessness can almost crush me to death, how can I stop these figures?

I've never wanted to be so eager to get into the game as I am now.

Although the game is also a step-by-step killing machine, at least there is a chance to resurrect.

Being trapped in an empty room was like being trapped in a prison surrounded by walls, the walls around me were shrinking, and I was powerless to stop them, so I could only watch.

I watched the wall squeeze against me, and watched my body gradually be crushed and shattered by the hard wall, completely turning into flesh.

The terrifying feeling of pressure almost suffocated, and I opened my mouth to breathe hard, but it was as if I was not breathing any oxygen.

Like a fish out of water, its mouth keeps opening and closing, but it can no longer feel any air.

It's just a shadow the size of a fist, and it can knock back the eyes and make the blood-dripping man jealous, and these shadows are like the shadow area in my heart, constantly expanding.

After sitting all night, I didn't think of any way, so I took a bookmark and looked through it for a long time.

After deducting the points owed to Ning Le, I still have nearly 100 points left at this time.

After looking at it, the game of the Wheel of Fortune scored more than 30 points.

What surprised me was that in the last game, I actually got nearly 90 points, how can I get a high score? Obviously there weren't a few deaths.

Thinking of what happened in the last game, I was faintly shocked.

Could it be that the doctors and nurses killed by Lou Tsuka's resentment are also counted as points?

Lou Tsukasa resentment, who seems to be thirsty for killing, is actually not thirsty for killing, he just wants to get more points?

But if the scene really happened in reality, Lou Tsukasa would have killed a real person.

I'm not sure, but with so many points in my hands, I have a lot more chips in my desperate shoes.

According to the previous calculation, the number of points required to push the Wheel of Fortune each time is double that of the previous time.

I can push at least two, two chances, and I should be able to draw the Blood Dripping Man type of thing again.

Of course, it's very dangerous to pull out this kind of thing, because the first thing this kind of thing comes out is to kill me.

Therefore, the only way to keep this kind of thing as the wheel of fate is to keep it in the most dangerous time, and try not to use it as much as possible.

Forget it, it's useless to think about it so much, you can only look at the development of the situation, and if you can't do it, you will fight for your life.

I got up from my bed, got dressed, and walked out of the oppressive room.

As for who took the ring, I didn't care, I just wanted to go out and breathe, those shadows in the room, the heavy feeling of suffocation, I was really afraid that I would suddenly have a psychological breakdown.

Standing outside the room, I finally felt a lot more relaxed, at least I could catch my breath.

"What, you're scared?" The blood-dripping man in his eyes felt my fear.

"Hey, you're not afraid? No kidding, okay? When I die, you don't know where to go, and then wait in the dark for the rot of the eyeballs. ”

At this point, I paused, and then continued: "We don't know when this eye will rot, it may be months, years, or even decades, centuries, or thousands of years. ”

"Lonely person, no, your current identity is no longer human, but obsession. Although you don't feel hungry and don't need to drink water, being alone in a dark space, no matter what your status, can withstand a few years, a dozen years, but definitely can't withstand a hundred years, a thousand years, and in the end, you may die in loneliness. ”

The blood-dripping man didn't speak for a long time, and he waited for a long time before he said softly: "I don't seem to have any other choice but to thirst, you can live?" ”