Wang Feng pointed to the right according to his own speculation, which was the direction of the stairs.

"I've got to find a way to get the two of them up......"

Wang Feng grabbed his hand, picked up Henry Bacon's back, and slowly began to test the way forward.

It was all done in the dark, and the scene was gradually constructing in his mind.

"There should be steps ahead." Wang Feng estimated that he lifted his feet to step on the first step, and when his two feet stood on the first step, he walked towards the second step again.

Holding Henry Bacon in one hand and holding the armrest with the other, he walked up slowly.

The speed is not very fast, and every step is extremely steady for fear of any accidents.

Wang Feng's left eye was already blind, and his right eye couldn't be opened, otherwise he would give that monster a chance, which was the last hope.

"I really didn't expect that I would be so cruel to myself." He didn't expect to be so cruel to himself.

Time passed little by little, and when I went down the stairs, it only took a few minutes, and when I went up the stairs, it took several times.

In addition, he was carrying a person on his back, who was already exhausted and panting, and blood was flowing from his eyes, staining his clothes red.

"It's time to get to the door."

Wang Feng walked onto a platform, his hands kept groping, and soon he saw the iron door in the basement, and unscrewed the doorknob.

"Bang dang!"

The door opened, Wang Feng followed his feelings, opened the door, and then threw the Henry Bacon on his back to the ground, and walked down the stairs again without having time to think about it.

"Van Gogh should be next to the stairs......" Wang Feng squatted down and slowly touched the surroundings, for fear of missing something.

As he descended the stairs, he began to grope on the ground near the stairs.

He can now be said to be exhausted.

"Whew...... Where is it? If I'm not mistaken, it's around here...... Wait, did I just touch it? ”

Wang Feng took a few more steps back, and then groped again.

Touching Van Gogh's hand, he quickly put Van Gogh on his back and walked up the stairs in the same way.

Because it's the second time, he is a lot more proficient, but his physical strength can't keep up, and there are several times when his legs are weak, and he knelt directly on the steps, if it weren't for the handrail next to him, he would have rolled down a long time ago.

Wang Feng finally arrived at the door of the basement with great difficulty, and the moment he stepped out of the door, he fell directly to the ground and fainted.

Blood had already flowed all over the ground, and Wang Feng's expression was extremely painful, and his lips couldn't help but turn white.

"Uh...... Where is this? Henry Bacon touched his head, and felt only a splitting headache, but he reluctantly stood up and looked at his surroundings.

"Not in the basement...... Who brought me up. She looked down at the ground, where Wang Feng and Van Gogh were lying in a pool of blood.

"What's hurt?"

He ran over to pick up Wang Feng and gasped, his left eye was empty, only a black hollow.

"It looks like I've been blinded by myself...... Urgent treatment is required, otherwise it will be life-threatening. He didn't say a word and hurriedly hugged Wang Feng: "You kid is really ruthless, you can do such a thing." ”

Henry Bacon felt terrible when he looked at it, he didn't expect that Wang Feng, a kid, could actually self-harm in order to survive.

"But it's really powerful......"

But it's more about admiration, and in times of crisis, it is possible to give up the small and take the big, which is something that ordinary people can't do. Eyes are important, but so is life.

Henry Bacon suddenly turned his head and showed a smile: "Mr. Van Gogh, are you awake too?" ”

Van Gogh slowly got up from the ground and opened his eyes.

Henry was startled, Van Gogh's eyes had turned black, just like the oil painting in the dining room before.

"Nightmare ......"

Van Gogh said this word in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and countless black smoke slowly unfolded from behind him, waving like tentacles.

"What's wrong with you?"

Henry Bacon saw that something was wrong with Van Gogh, but now he couldn't do anything, all he could do was to save Wang Feng's life.

"It should be a curse for their family...... I didn't expect this time. ”

He looked at Wang Feng, who was holding in his hand, and took a few steps back, panicking in his heart.

In the blink of an eye for Henry Bacon, Van Gogh in front of him had disappeared.

"Strange, what about people? Is it ......?"

Henry Bacon quickly turned his head: "It's not behind me either!" ”

He looked around and saw that Van Gogh had been lost. Although I was scared, I had more important things to do.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly ran to his room, there were still some medicines and equipment in his room, which might be able to save Wang Feng's life.

Basement –

Van Gogh caressed the huge stone door and smiled on his face, like a friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Kala Bang...... Kakala ......"

The heavy and slow voice came slowly, like a chant, and the eye on the stone door once again radiated a strange brilliance, enveloping everything around it.

Van Gogh basked in this strange beam of light with a satisfied expression.

When the light had cleared, he stretched out his right hand and pushed open the stone door.

There was a pair of eyes in the corner of the basement that were already watching him.

This guy has been waiting for the moment to deliver a fatal blow to Van Gogh, and now is the time. He leapt forward and aimed his paw at Van Gogh.

At the moment of stabbing, Van Gogh's figure had disappeared.

He looked around blankly, and before he could react, his skull exploded, and the green liquid was scattered all over the ground.

Van Gogh was like a beast, kneeling on the ground and licking the green liquid.

"No one...... Can stand in front of the nightmare intact. ”

Van Gogh wiped his mouth: "It's so unpalatable...... Lower races are garbage. ”

He looked at the stone gate in front of him with a look of affection and walked in.

All kinds of buildings appeared inside the stone gate, countless bones were scattered on the ground, paved a road, a faint mist, engulfing all of these, and countless black shadows were hidden in this white mist.

And when the dark shadows in the door saw Van Gogh coming, they all knelt down in front of him without exception and trembled, raising their heads to the sky like loyal dogs, and making an ensemble, like a hymn specially prepared for Van Gogh.

Van Gogh nodded with satisfaction when he saw this scene: "Everyone will surrender to nightmares...... Whoever it is! ”

In the midst of this desolation, the stone gate was closed again......