[With blood as a guide, bones as a bridge, the blood of the living, the organs of the living...... If you want to enter the demon hall, you must follow the following process one by one, this is the rule, and those who violate it will become the sacrifice of the eight thousand bone coffins and die! ]

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The coffin, no, is the coffin of the 8,000 Tibetan bone coffin covered with these words itself is not a problem, maybe it is really a guide text, but these words reveal a kind of disturbing restlessness, because these words are completely modern, that is, simplified Chinese characters that have only been used in recent decades.

- What is going on with this strong sense of disobedience? Why is there an illusion that someone has carved a visit here? This is an ancient tomb, right? No one has been in for years, right? The last wave of deaths hundreds of years ago was on the second layer, right? So...... What's the situation with these simplified inscriptions?

As if it was being played with, seeing these simplified characters, the mentality of No. 3 exploded directly, which is not a displeasing thing, but touches people's basic feelings, crazy and a little helpless.

Simplified characters appeared in the depths of the ancient tomb, where it was clear that no one else should be able to enter, and this situation that No. 3 couldn't understand at all made him disconnect from thinking, or rather, he didn't know how to think.

- We have lived and died all the way to this place, but why is the lid of this coffin engraved in simplified Chinese characters, and why? Why?

Did the previous waves of people survive and get here? Or is it really that Sun sells fish and sees the future?

Deeper things, No. 3 didn't plan to think about it at all, and probably couldn't think about it, he looked hideous and gave a decision directly.

"Number 22, what about the plastic bomb? Just blow it up! ”

However, the 22nd did not respond to him.

"Number 22!"

No. 3 looked away from the simplified characters, only to find that No. 22's gaze was gone, dull and empty, and his face was expressionless, like a doll.

"Hey, 22nd?"

Before No. 3 could make a move, No. 22 had already jumped up and jumped directly onto the lid of the coffin of the Eight Thousand Bone Coffin, but this time, the black cat did not call.

- No, no, no!

- But how, when, wait...... Cat...... Black Cat ...... Didn't call it?

No. 3 glanced down, but saw that the black cat was looking up at him with its head up, and seemed to be looking at him in a very distorted motion, but it was just ...... The black cat that was extremely stable all the way, the black cat that seemed to be harmless to humans and animals, and the face of the cat that could not have seen anything else, actually showed a playful ...... Smile.

A spirit, No. 3 was frightened by the black cat's green eyes and took two steps back, took out a pistol directly with his right hand and shot out, so close to the distance, he himself did not react, the bullet had already hit the coffin lid, and the gunfire rang loudly.

- Hit ...... Short? No, it's it that dodges!

At a distance of a little more than two meters, even if it was a subconscious attack, No. 3 felt that it was impossible for him to miss a target as big as a cat, even if it was a flying knife commonly used by No. 22, he was sure to shoot, but he was dodged by the black cat.

No. 3 could see clearly that the black cat was only moving sideways, as if he knew where the shot was going to go.

"Number 22!"

Number 3 yells, hoping only to wake up Number 22, who seems to have fallen into the evil spirit, but to no avail.

But the black cat's green eyes showed more sarcasm.

"Meow!"

Obviously it was just a cat meow, but No. 3 felt that the whole backbone was frozen, and the coolness when he just climbed to this platform slowly spread again, No. 22's vigilance against this black cat was not wrong, this is indeed a cat demon, but No. 3 didn't know, or didn't know, but was controlled by a force, as for the black cat, it should be called - ghost cat.

No. 3 wanted to resist again, although the other party was ominous, but he couldn't be caught easily, but at this time, he realized that he had lost control of his body.

You can see, you can hear, you can feel, you can think, but you can't move, it's like a ghost pressing the bed, and even the five senses seem to be enhanced, but you can't move.

"Ahem......"

With a difficult sound in his throat, Number 3 froze in place, the fear of the unknown beginning to overshadow his consciousness, and the black cat turned to look at Number 22 after giving him a look like a dead man.

No. 22 was like a manipulated doll, slowly kneeling under the gaze of the black cat, his movements were very respectful, as if under the influence of manipulation, his face was somewhat distorted with piety, and then he stretched out his left hand, palms up flat on the coffin lid, and his right hand pulled out a red blade as thin as a cicada's wing, and gently slit his left wrist.

The blood did not burst out, but trickled down like a calm stream, and after flowing to the lid of the coffin, it flowed along a trench that did not seem to exist at all, not slowly, as if to outline some pattern on the huge lid of the coffin.

The blood, just flowing, under the gaze of the black cat and No. 3, was just the anticipation on the face of the black cat, and the eyes of the No. 3 had transitioned from anger to fear and despair, and he could only see the 22nd shed all his blood little by little, watching the life of the 22nd slowly dissipate.

- Will Number 22 still be conscious like himself? Even if human blood accounts for 8% of the weight of the human body, but No. 22 has already shed a lot of blood, he is going to die, he is really going to die, damn it, am I just looking at it?

The next moment, No. 3's body suddenly moved, and under the control of a force, No. 3 walked towards the coffin.

- What the hell was I thinking? After the 22nd died, it was my turn, my turn to die......

But in fact, things didn't go according to No. 3's thoughts, and the controlled body approached the coffin and picked up the blood-red blade.

- No, no, no......

Although the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, it was extremely sharp, and it sliced through No. 22's chest and abdomen without the slightest pause, from top to bottom, and then No. 3 reached out to pick it up, and the blood mixed with the internal organs spread out in an instant.

At that moment, No. 3's consciousness finally collapsed.

The pattern on the lid of the coffin seemed to be completed, and with a click, as if something had been opened, countless dense black things the size of sesame seeds came out of this coffin, and there was no gap in sight, but the more and more they surged, and in a few seconds, the entrails of No. 22 were devoured.

Number 3's body prostrated down, allowing the black, bug-like stuff to burrow into his seven orifices, the fear and despair in his eyes slowly faded, and finally even the luster of life was lost.