The screaming creatures of the ancient manor flew by, and the thorns that had occupied the ground slowly stretched their black thorns, and in the darkness of the night, they scurried to the ground, holding the screaming prey firmly in the thorny cage, and the corrosive venom overflowed from the top, devouring the black creatures.

The sculpture born from the hands of the greatest sculptor stood on a tall marble pier, and as the sun sank in the west, it jumped freely and frantically off the stone pier, brandished the weapon in his hand, and rushed at the uninvited guests, smashing the bones and chewing on the dizzying flesh.

The white bones that had been moaning for an unknown number of years were hung with black fragments of flesh and blood, and among their empty white bones were resentment and dare, and soon, after the new and rich red things fell, those white bones that looked like old men wailing in the end stretched out their flaming claws, greedily tore off the sweet limbs, and feasted on them.

The bright flowers that wrapped around the huge castle were now infused with unimaginable vitality, and the plants slowly swam like poisonous snakes across the dusty walls of the castle, and Shure opened his bloody mouth and swallowed the roaring lone wolf and burped contentedly.

The wolves let out a scream of rage, they tore at the petals of several people tall, the foul liquid falling down the blackened teeth, the bulging buds scattered in the tearing, and the lone wolf that had been swallowed also convulsed and fell to the ground.

"Only bones are left." The woman watched the wolves whimper, tapping the glass window with her black nails, and she traced the outline of the wolves with her fingertips, remembering the scene in her mind: "It's pitiful. ”

She turned around boredly, sat on the high platform in many places, and held the burning candlestick obliquely, the white candle tears dripping on the night-like high platform, and silently slid down the gap to the ground full of blood.

"How am I going to get out?

Mo Zishu held the candlestick in one hand and rubbed the rough wall with the other, and the strange formation on the window almost scorched her hand.

In the center of the dark room was a lavish cage with a delicately tore opening, and a sleeping canary was sitting by the only window, shaking its pale legs.

The cage has been floating in the sea of blood for tens of thousands of years, turning the original silver root railing into an ominous dark red, and the things wrapped around the decoration have long since turned into dust foam and disappeared into the lonely world, only a little brown spot, the palm indicates the existence of 10,000 years ago.

"The exit of this room." Mo Zishu didn't want to get stained with those slimy and fishy blood, not to mention that the whole person went in to verify whether it was correct or not: "It won't be under the bottom of the blood sea." ”

There was no voice to answer her as usual, and 001, who sent her back to her body and unlocked the seal of Xiao Huang, was so tired that she closed the system space, and I am afraid that after she had a few strategies, she would have the strength to speak again.

"It's annoying."

Mo Zishu pressed on the burning candle flame, the candle coated with merman grease passed through Mo Zishu's flesh and blood, tenaciously emitting a blue glow, the smell of being burned soon filled the entire blood prison, the strange fragrance made the body owner squint her eyes, she licked her lips, crushed the dark candlestick.