"Who can't see that it's getting darker? Do you want to add to the tension? Wu Boyuan said very unhappily.

Zhao Haifan choked for a while, and after a few seconds, he whispered to himself: "I hope the power system is in disrepair and there is a problem......

Liu Tong slapped again, and he finally kept silent.

The light doesn't dim quickly, but if you close your eyes for ten seconds and then open them, you can feel the difference in brightness.

Shi Yuan came to the door. There was no cat's eye on the door, and he could only look out through the crack in the door.

It's still pitch black.

Why is it pitch black? Are the lights in the hallway all out?

Zhao Haifan didn't speak again, and the room fell into a dead silence.

Shi Yuan, who was observing the corridor through the crack in the door, suddenly had an illusion.

He felt that there was no one else in this room but himself.

He turned his head sharply, only to find that the lights had been completely extinguished.

The room became like a hallway, and I couldn't see my fingers.

For a moment, Shi Yuan couldn't determine whether the other seven people were in the room or not.

He reached for his phone and pressed it.

No response.

It's the same with a flashlight, it won't turn on at all.

Why is no one talking? Is it because Zhao Haifan was choked on what he said just now? Or is it because the current situation is so scared that people forget to speak?

"Hey, you ......"

Shi Yuan stopped as soon as he said three words.

He couldn't hear his own voice.

Could it be that others are the same, so they don't speak?

Suddenly, Shi Yuan felt a clear flow of air in front of him.

Who is it?

Then he noticed that it was not just the movement of the air, but also a strange subtle sound, something like the sound of water in a pond blistering and then bursting.

However, the sound sounded viscous, not like the sound of ordinary water.

And the place where the voice came out was also in front of him.

Shi Yuan's eyes widened, but he still couldn't see anything.

There seems to be no window in this room, otherwise some light would have been able to pour in some light from the window.

It was utter darkness, with nothing but the movement of air and the eerie sounds in front of it.

Shi Yuan slowly raised his arm, wanting to touch something in front of him.

If it were someone else, you should be able to feel the clothes, right?

However, Shi Yuan did not encounter anything.

The air in front of him was still flowing, and the sound of blisters bursting continued.

There was no heat, and there was no cold, but Shi Yuan just felt that there was something less than ten centimeters away from his face.

What is that?

In the perceptual domain, he could only "see" his white figure, but he couldn't see anyone else, as if he was the only one here.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand upwards to the level of his face.

Finally, he did.

He came across something with a viscous liquid on its surface.

There was nothing down there, and the thing seemed to be suspended in the air.

Moreover, it is still shaking slightly.

Shi Yuan retracted his hand sharply and stepped back.

However, no matter how he retreated, the thing was still in front of him, and the flow of air and the sound of blisters did not change for a moment.

Shi Yuan suddenly found that he had retreated for a long time, but he had never touched the wall.

Just now he was obviously standing not far from the door, and more than a meter behind him should be the door.

But now, the walls and doors behind him are gone.

He turned.

The feeling of having something in front of you is suffocating.

But, no matter how he turned, that thing was always in front of him.

Shi Yuan carefully pulled out the machete, luckily lucked, and slashed upward.

He didn't hear the wind breaking, and it seemed that all sounds—except the sound of blisters bursting—were swallowed up by the space.

Not surprisingly, he didn't cut anything.

Suddenly, he felt something touch his shoulder.

However, he did not dare to make a rash move.

The sound of the blisters bursting is getting louder and denser.

Shi Yuan felt a chill on the skin all over his body.

After these fifteen minutes, you can convert back to twenty years ago.

He hoped so.

The sound of blisters bursting is getting louder and louder, and it comes from the front, left, and right directions at the same time.

It is estimated that it will not be long before he will be completely surrounded.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his face.

He touched it with his hand and felt a slightly sticky drop of liquid that had been splashed on his face after the blister next to him had burst.

An extremely uncomfortable feeling welled up in the depths of my heart.

Then, another drop.

The liquid felt like blood to the touch, only it was cold.

The division shifted positions far and wide, but everything was in vain.

No matter which direction he went or how he went, nothing changed around him.

The air was still moving, and the blisters kept bursting around his head.

It's an extremely irritating feeling, but there's nothing you can do about it.

Shi Yuan gritted his teeth and held the machete tightly in his right hand.

Try cutting again?

However, he also knew in his heart that if it was a ghost, even if he cut it a thousand times or ten thousand times, it would be meaningless.

The tense right arm gradually relaxed.

Just wait until fifteen minutes are over.

Let's hope nothing happens again......

Just as he was thinking this, the light suddenly turned on.

It's still dim, but at least you can see what's going on in the room.

There was nothing in front of him covered in a viscous liquid.

He saw the others, saw their frightened looks, and saw that they had just been going through something similar to his own.

Wait, it seems...... One less person......

There were seven people around me just now, but now there is one less.

A drop of blood fell from above.

Shi Yuan immediately looked up.

The ceiling somehow became very high.

On the heightened ceiling, a rope hung down, and a man hung from below.

The man's head and feet were covered in blood, and he had no breath of life.

"Wu Boyuan ......"

Almost all of them said at the same time.

Wu Boyuan is dead.

Died quietly.

Shi Yuan subconsciously raised his hand again, wanting to touch whether his face was still stained with blood.

No, the face is clean.

Another drop of blood fell to the ground.

Yang Shuang was already paralyzed from fright, sitting on the ground trembling, but his eyes were staring at the corpse, and he couldn't take his eyes off.

Suddenly, the scene changes, everything around him becomes new, and Wu Boyuan's body disappears into thin air.

Suddenly three doctors appeared next to him, and a patient was tied to an iron bed, screaming wildly.

The doctor was surprised to see several people suddenly appear in the room.

"Who are you? How did you get in? A doctor shouted.

When the patient saw the seven people who suddenly appeared, he was stunned for a moment, and even stopped screaming.

However, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly shouted, "I'm not mentally ill!" Save me! Save me! They're going to kill me! Help me! I'm a villager down the hill! Help me! ”