The visitor was soaking wet, and the water fell on the wooden plank, which had accumulated a thick layer of dust, and the expected audible ticking sound did not come, and the water droplets were submerged in the dust.

The planks also creaked when they were stepped on, like a feeble moan of pain.

The crowd looked up.

A white light flashed outside the door, and everyone could see his appearance, he was dressed in tattered linen, and his shocking long scar tugged at his crumbling skin, and his complexion was not very normal.

It's like the kind of skin that has been forcibly put together piece after piece, and this layer of fake skin is empty.

Duan Luoyan asked. If this layer of skin were torn off, what they would see would be blood-red swollen meridians, or cold corpses?

He walked straight through the crowd without anyone looking, as if he were the only one in the room. The previously locked room was pushed open with a creak, and no one noticed how he opened it.

Judging by his familiar posture, he might be his bedroom.

Until there was a dull thunder outside, pulling everyone back from their bewitched state, the torrential rain fell loudly, and a few drops of rain fell on his face.

It's just that they've been here for so long that they don't notice the signs of the rain coming, or is it only the one who came?

After a while, there was a clattering sound of things in that room, and Duan Luoyan looked in that direction, surprised to find that he could even clearly distinguish what those sounds were.

He could clearly feel the people inside, took a porcelain full of dust, his stiff hand slowly raised, holding the porcelain, rubbing the porcelain with the same dirty cloth with one hand, turning around and clanging the porcelain to the ground, Duan Luoyan heard many lifeforms crawling around the porcelain.

Many small voices were truly conveyed to Duan Luoyan's ears, and the sound sense was too clear for him to tremble, and his eyes looked at the room with a slight surprise.

Game plug-ins? Does everyone have it?

He quickly calmed down, looked around, and saw that he was the only one looking at the room.

Duan Luoyan looked back at Wen Ji and found that he seemed to be careless, but in fact he was observing his surroundings.

As far as Duan Luoyan knows, what kind of script game could this be, it looks like it may still be a horror game, will it kill people?

Duan Luoyan tugged on Wen Ji.

Wen Jian was admiring the newcomer's frightened legs with relish, and he was caught off guard by being dragged by someone, and suddenly felt a little weak.

"Huh? Well? ”

Duan Luoyan leaned closer to Wen Yan's ear and said to him, "Brother Wen, I heard that the person in the room smashed something similar to a vase, and insects seemed to come out of it. Would you like to come with me? ”

Wen Wei listened to him, rubbed his reddish earlobes, and glanced at him knowingly, he didn't hear it at all, how did he hear it? Seeing that he looked safe, he didn't intend to explain at all, and he didn't want to force it.

"Hmm."

Duan Luoyan got up and raised his chin and picked it up, with a smile in his eyes, as if his superiors had asked his subordinates to come along.

Wen Ji put his hand on Duan Luoyan's shoulder and pinched it, wanting to let him help him up.

Duan Luoyan glanced at the messy hand and sneered: "Brother Wen's physical strength is not good, do you want me to carry you directly?" ”

Wen Wei was not annoyed when he was pierced, closed his eyes and touched the tip of his nose, got up slowly, and found that the child was far away from him.

Wen Ji lowered his head and smiled, followed suit, and muttered in his heart: "This kid still holds a grudge?" Deliberately? As for it? ”

Until this time, God saw that the tangled and untangled threads behind the two finally resurfaced and deepened little by little.

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Yu Feng: "Where did my brother Wen go?"