"Let's climb the statue of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and let those corpses gather slowly, and then just jump off the statue." Van Gogh pulled Wang Feng to the statue and then told his plan.

Wang Feng felt that Van Gogh's plan was very good, but he overlooked one thing, and that was that his leg had just been injured...... Jumping can be a little difficult for yourself.

He pointed to his leg: "Although this method is indeed good, but I was injured just now, and I can't jump." ”

Van Gogh also suddenly remembered this, it was too late to go down now, those corpses were already around the statue and did not dare to approach, if they went down now, those corpses would definitely swarm up.

"Jump as far as you can!"

When Wang Feng heard this, he was so anxious that he scratched his head, it was light to say but to be honest, now it was very difficult for him to even walk.

Van Gogh said that it was too late, and then he directly lifted Wang Feng up and threw him out.

Before Wang Feng could react, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Oops"

Van Gogh saw Wang Feng fall to the ground and jumped down from the statue, and then hurriedly carried Wang Feng on his back.

The corpses saw that they were no longer on the statue, so they quickly shifted their targets.

But by the time they reacted, the two were gone.

"Oops, it hurts me...... Can't you talk to me before you do something? Just lift me up and throw me out as a trapeze! Why don't you get me mentally ready? Wang Feng didn't expect Van Gogh to lift himself up directly, and then throw it out.

"Isn't that time crunch? And you can't jump on your legs, so I'll just throw you out. Van Gogh muttered, then pushed the door open and ran down the hallway.

"I didn't expect that! A corpse that has been mutilated by a monster will also turn into a monster...... If it weren't for those guys' slow movements, we would all have to get out of the cool ......" Wang Feng was very glad that he could find out that something was wrong just now.

"Forget it, run now, run as far as you can."

Van Gogh wiped the sweat on his forehead, panting, and kept complaining in his mouth: "Why is this corridor ......so long?"

Wang Feng also felt that this corridor was a little too long.

"Wait a minute, don't run yet, stop......"

Van Gogh stopped his steps, only to find that he was constantly moving backwards.

"What's going on? I've stopped, why do I still go back? Van Gogh's personal mentality has exploded, and he has been standing still for a long time, and he has not reacted yet.

"Turn back, then run forward."

Van Gogh hurriedly listened to Wang Feng's backwards and turned around and ran, only to see that he was obviously running forward, but he kept moving backwards.

"Stop ......"

Van Gogh stopped.

Even like this, he keeps moving backwards.

"What's going on?" Van Gogh couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he saw that he had reached his original position no matter how he moved, could it be that the two of them were going to be trapped and die here?

"It seems that it is better not to move now, just to move casually, it is just a waste of your physical strength. If there are any more monsters, then we will be exhausted......" Wang Feng quickly got off his body and lay on the ground.

Van Gogh also sat on the ground: "Could it be that the two of us are waiting to die here?" Doing nothing? ”

Wang Feng shook his head: "Let's rest for a while!" I can't get out for a while. It's just a waste of energy. ”

Van Gogh didn't say much and touched his stomach: "If this continues, the two of us will starve to death if we don't get eaten by monsters." ”

Wang Feng naturally knew this, but it was useless to think so much now, although he didn't know what was going on, but in this corridor, no matter how he moved, he would return to his original position.

He glanced at Van Gogh: "Now we can only wait patiently, or find a way to crack it...... Be patient. ”

Van Gogh nodded helplessly: "I must know this...... Seriously, I don't want to stay in this place. ”

"I don't want to."

Wang Feng looked at the ceiling of the corridor and suddenly asked Van Gogh: "Do you know what is the most terrifying?" ”

Van Gogh glanced at Wang Feng: "Everyone's fear is different, anyway, I feel the most terrifying is being alone...... It's so painful to be alone. ”

He remembered himself alone in the Arkham sewers.

He has always been a person, not understood by anyone, at first he thought that he was adapting to a person, until Wang Feng's appearance made Van Gogh understand that it was not adaptation but no way.

He started out as a painter, but no one appreciated what he painted.

Later, he accidentally discovered that he was able to open the door to another world with the brush in his hand and release the monsters of another world, and it was this time that he lost his family.

No one else wants to look at his own paintings, and the only painting he sold was bought by his brother.

In fact, when Moritia stole his paintings, he was still a little happy, but he understood that the guy was just trying to open the door to another world.

I have never had a friend, except for Wang Feng.

"I'm afraid of being alone! Then you don't have to be afraid in the future, because I will always be with you......" Wang Feng touched his stomach.

"Really?"

Van Gogh smiled slightly: "That's really good." ”

"It's nothing, because you're my friend." Wang Feng glanced at Van Gogh, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"And what are you afraid of?" Van Gogh suddenly became curious, and he kept guessing what Wang Feng was afraid of.

Wang Feng shook his head: "I don't know what I'm afraid of...... I even got into the game in a daze, and then got separated from my teammates...... Meet you. I have experienced countless despairs and seen countless hopes. To be honest, I don't know what I'm going to do after that......"

"It's not a game...... And you have a lot of things to do. I feel like the reason why you were able to meet us was probably because of fate. Van Gogh sighed: "Life is a game, but everyone really exists. ”

Wang Feng slowly got up from the ground, and then stretched: "It seems that we should also find a way to get out." ”

Van Gogh is Wang Feng's sentence: "What I am waiting for is your sentence." ”

"Looks like I'm late?" Wang Feng rubbed his face.

Van Gogh spread his hands: "It's okay, I don't think it's too late...... It's just that I'm a little hungry. ”

Wang Feng smiled and stretched out his hand to pull Van Gogh up, and the two looked at each other and smiled......