In front of me were two wooden doors, locked by a large, merciless lock.

I don't have Shen Jingyun's ability to pick locks, a door, and a lock are enough to lock me in this hell.

Now, I finally know why the perverted man with glasses didn't panic, because this place has already been locked by him, except for this exit, everything else is a dead end, and there is not even a window, so he is naturally not afraid that I can run out.

I have always been forbearing, I have always been strong, but by this time, the tears began to fall silently, big and big.

But I was still unwilling, so I rushed over and kicked the wooden door hard.

It's a pity that reality is not a movie, and this wooden door is not a prop, so I can't let it break open with one foot and escape without any problems.

It was very thick, and the lock was so strong that I tried my best to kick the door frantically, even banging on it, except for the loud crash, which had no effect at all.

At this time, the laughter of the perverted man was already heard behind me, followed by his footsteps up the stairs, and I didn't give up, gritting my teeth and hitting the wooden door again.

It still didn't work, but I saw that there was a small gap where the two wooden doors were closed.

Outside the gap, there was a corridor, but it was lit, I don't know what it was, but for me, it was heaven.

It's just a line away.

The constant running, coupled with my desperate knocking on the door, was extremely tired at the moment.

In desperation, I finally couldn't help but stick to the door, slowly slipped down, and began to cry in real despair.

"Little girl, why are you crying? Death is wonderful, and isn't it even more wonderful that your soul is to be sacrificed to a noble god and become a part of God? Cremation is not painful, it is just a moment of heat, and for a moment you will not know anything, and your soul will be sublimated in the fire. ”

It was that perverted voice again, and I was holding my knees and my body trembling.

Is that all? I'm always unwilling, but what else can I do at this time?

No, I have to do something, even if it doesn't work, but at least I'll be willing! Thinking like this, I wiped away my tears and began to bang on the door desperately: "Help, help!" Who's going to save me, I'm underground, help..."

It was a stupid solution, but it was also my last struggle, and my voice echoed in the empty hallway outside the door, so helpless.

"Scream, this voice of despair is the most beautiful." I looked back in horror, and the pervert was already standing on the stairs below me, with a flashlight, but he didn't hurry up. The flashlight reflected the nervous smile on his face, which became more and more terrifying.

My heart was beating wildly, and I didn't dare to look at him anymore, just screaming for help in disregard until my voice was hoarse and turned into a series of violent coughs.

The pervert walked up step by step as if he had had enough of his prey.

I stood up against the door, and even at this point, I didn't want to sit still.

He doesn't look strong, and my body is not weak, at least my previous high-intensity life, with my own strength, I can do anything, I have much more strength than girls of the same age, and I can fight with him.

If I can beat him, those corpses won't come up, I at least have hope, I can slowly think of a way to open the door, and maybe the key is in this pervert.

Thinking of this, I calmly adjusted my breathing and waited for this pervert to come up.

The moment he stepped on the last step of the stairs, I lunged down and slammed into the pervert.

I didn't have any other way, if I could push him down the steps, I'd win more than half of it.

In my life of the past 20 years, this kind of thing is absolutely unimaginable, it is too ruthless. But in a life-and-death situation, I had no choice but to save my life.

I moved fast, I was well prepared, everything was as I expected, and I really bumped into this pervert.

At the same time, I also considered the problem of inertia, and I was afraid that I would fall down myself, so be prepared to grab the handrail with one hand, and the body should be facing the left, so that this pervert would not be able to grasp the handrail as well.

I've really thought of everything I can think of and I've done it to the limit.

However, the next moment, I was disappointed.

Because of my momentum, this pervert did not move in the slightest, and even his body did not shake, but there were bursts of pain in my body, like hitting an iron plate.

I looked up in disbelief, only to see that perverted and playful look, followed by a string of "hehehe" smirks.

I subconsciously wanted to avoid him, but this pervert suddenly made a move, and grabbed my wrist as soon as he reached out, like an iron tong, and I didn't even have the strength to break free.

How could he be so powerful? His body didn't look like Shen Jingyun's thin but full of strength at all, so why was that?

Now, a numb feeling rises in my heart, I have tried to get to this point, or was I caught by him, did God let me die?

Warm Yang Jade can only keep me safe for 15 years, I suddenly feel infinite despair, after I lose it, I can't survive this winter, right?

"As an envoy of God, you have obtained the power given by God, and you still want to fight me?" The pervert looked at me and squeezed out the words between his teeth.

I'm numb and let him say it! But my heart was filled with great sorrow. If I die, who in this world will feel sorry for me? Nanfeng will definitely do it, but unfortunately, she definitely didn't expect me to die in this way, being burned alive in the incinerator. She probably just thought I was missing.

What about Shen Jingyun? I feel like laughing, does he have any position to feel sorry for me, acquaintances who have known each other for less than a month? And the kind that annoyed him.

But I know that others are not bad in the end, and maybe they will feel guilty. Although my death was premeditated by others, he still accounted for a little bit of the reason, even if he was unintentional.

If so, will he shed a tear?

As I thought about it, the pervert was already carrying me, and before I could do it, I felt him prick something in the back of my neck, and there was a sharp stinging pain, but it quickly disappeared.

I know it's definitely not a good thing, but I'm powerless to resist.

Because, after the sharp sting disappeared, my body went completely uncontrollably limp, without a trace of strength.

I could only be carried by this pervert, and walked downstairs step by step.

My tears flowed out, even so, I was still thinking about whether Shen Jingyun would shed tears, I felt that I was hopeless. I didn't expect that before I died, I seriously considered the problem of Nanfeng, did I fall in love with Shen Jingyun?

I still deny this answer, I just think that I am somewhat unwilling to be driven out like this, and I am a little unwilling to think that I am not very important to Shen Jingyun, at least I am a friend, and in the end it is still worthless in his eyes, right?

At the entrance to the building, where the pile of corpses was still gathered, with that indescribable roar coming out of their mouths, I didn't feel scared anymore.

However, as soon as the pervert approached the stairs, the corpses seemed to be afraid of him, and automatically dodged and made a way.

Then he followed behind the pervert, walking step by step.

Why do corpses do this? I can't think about it anymore.

I was thrown on the bed with the pulley again, and this time the pervert was no longer defenseless, but found a rope and tied me firmly to the pulley.

The corpses were very conscious, clumsily and stiffly lying back in those drawers.

At this point, the pervert wasn't busy dealing with me, he just made some movements that I couldn't understand, walking on the ground in a haphazard and disorderly pace, and then made a sudden retraction and breathed a long sigh of relief.

And my sensitivity did not disappear, with that perverted movement, I felt something inexplicable, being pulled away from those corpses, I could not feel it very clearly, only felt what seemed to be a will, a little energy.

I don't know why I feel this way, but when I think of exploring the little black house, Shen Jingyun also affirmed me in these aspects, and I think this may be what makes me special.

The pervert also seemed to be very sensitive, and after doing all this, he suddenly turned his head to look at me, and the corner of his mouth was a playful smile: "Little girl, you feel it, right?" ”

I didn't answer, I'm already dying, so why should I answer such perverted words.

He didn't seem to mind at all, just narrowed his eyes, smiled coldly, and said, "It's not special, it's just the most basic corpse control technique." If your lover was here, he would have seen through it. Using the imprisoned soul to temporarily control the corpse, as a righteous path, he must disdain to do so. ”

My lover? I didn't react for a while, and it wasn't until the end of his words, after talking about those strange spells, that I suddenly understood, was he talking about Shen Jingyun?

When did Shen Jingyun become my lover? I suddenly grasped this point, my relationship with Shen Jingyun is a secret, how could this person know? Remembering what he said before that I had forgotten him, I finally couldn't help it anymore and asked loudly, "Who are you?" ”

In the face of my question, the pervert didn't seem to have any intention of answering, but walked to the sink in the room and washed his hands.

"Even if I work with corpses for a long time, I love to be clean. Although it has been a long time, the smell of death of the corpse cannot be avoided on the body, and even perfume can't cover it? ”

As he spoke, he really took out a small bottle of perfume from his body, sprayed it on his body, and then spread his hands out, as if he was intoxicated by the smell of perfume.

It's just that this kind of action will also give people an extremely perverted feeling, I don't know why, when I heard his words, I actually felt a wave of nausea in my stomach and wanted to vomit.

"All heroes are to be nirvana in death, just like every general has to experience the bloodshed of the battlefield, and every founding emperor has to face a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. And me? So close to death, one day you will definitely reach nirvana, reaching heights that you can't imagine. But how shallow you are, you only have the lover of your eldest young master in your eyes, how have you ever paid attention to a little person like me? He turned his head and looked at me, with hatred in his eyes.

I still can't remember, who is this person?