Everywhere he went, the black qi around the bed would automatically disperse, but it did not disappear completely, and it kept surrounding, as long as Eleven's hand left, the black qi wrapped the bed again.

In addition, she could feel that the resentment of this bed did not come from one, but from many.

How many, she can't determine.

Countless Yin Spirits are intertwined and accumulate day by day, and the powerful Yin Spirits will devour the weak Yin Spirits, and when one of them is left in the end, it will turn into a demon.

Evil, extremely catastrophic cold, occupies the land is king, as long as it is within the attack range, no matter what will be swallowed by it, not a single grass will grow.

The most strange thing for Eleven is that in addition to being crowded with Yin Spirits, there is another thing, white, intertwined, without any attack power, locking Yin Souls in the wooden bed like iron chains, making Yin Spirits miserable, constantly struggling and screaming, deafening.

In this way, the Yin Spirits are forced to devour each other.

Obviously, these ghosts are not voluntarily possessed by the wooden bed, but are prey captured by the wooden bed.

A wooden thorn suddenly pricked her finger, and a drop of bright red blood dripped from the wound onto the edge of the bed.

The pain made Eleven raise an eyebrow and let go of her hand naturally.

The edges of the bed were polished to an extremely smooth surface, and the black lacquer that had been applied glistened to in the sunlight was impossible to thorn.

The dripping blood, stained by the bedside, disappeared as if nothing like this had ever happened.

If it weren't for the beads of blood that gradually appeared on their fingers, no one would have believed what had just happened.

Eleven's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and once again put her hand on the side of the bed, and the blood beads on her fingers were once again absorbed by the bed, and she could even feel that an extremely thin tentacle pierced into her wound, like a leech, frantically sucking.

Because of this, she was able to feel the whole bed as well.

The things that made her strange before, because her blood gradually stained them red, like blood vessels, beating slightly, therefore, the screams of the gloom were several times louder than before.

Eleven pursed the corners of her mouth and followed the direction of the blood, all the way to the depths of the wooden bed, until she met a black barrier, and she could no longer spy on it.

Ye Junchen watched Eleven's face become more and more pale, and he couldn't help but grab his slender wrist and move her away.

At that moment, he saw dark red tentacles as thick as a fishing line fly out of Eleven's fingers, and the tips of the tentacles were white hooks, like the tail of a scorpion, and disappeared into the bed.

Ye Junchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously opened Eleven's little hand, and saw black blood beads on his index finger, surrounded by blue and black, which seemed to show signs of poisoning.

He subconsciously glanced at the bed.

There is a wound, and what I just saw is definitely not an illusion.

Could it be that this bed can really eat people?

"Nanjing, hurry up and show her hands." Ye Junchen hugged Eleven's body and faced Nanjingdao.

Nan Jing saw the wound on Eleven's index finger at a glance, obviously showing signs of poisoning, and quickly cut the wound with a blade, lifted Eleven's sleeves, revealing his white arms, took out a piece of jade from the wooden box, and scraped it down in the opposite direction of the blood, removing the poisonous blood from her body.

Black blood kept dripping from the wound to the ground, revealing an unpleasant smell.

I don't know how long it took, the black blood from the wound turned red, and Nanjing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put down the jade slices, and treated the wound.