The moment he touched the door, Duan Zheng felt a haze in front of him, and then appeared in a place with a hazy mist. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was empty, there was nothing in front of him, not even the door he had entered.

Beneath his feet was blood-colored dirt, spreading into the distance, with no edge in sight, mainly a hazy fog that limited the field of vision.

There was a fishy smell in the blood-colored dirt, and Duan Zheng could smell it clearly when he stood there, and he stepped forward, looking for a place to leave here.

There's no script to suggest now, and the Grim Reaper got him here, like throwing him into a cage, no matter how he wants to get out, it's up to him to do it.

Duan Zheng walked forward and muttered in his heart, could this be a legendary all-natural horror movie? What is it that only shoots without guiding the script and lets the actors act at will, isn't it a natural horror movie?

In fact, he guessed correctly, to a certain extent of horror films, there will be no more script restrictions, or not completely guided by the script, but a real natural horror film, the Grim Reaper is only responsible for shooting all the scenes, and then centralizing the production.

This kind of horror film is the closest to reality, and it is what the audience is really willing to watch, just like some European and American blockbusters, although they are also produced, but the direction of their production is pure natural, and it is too similar to what happens in the real world, so in all countries of the world, the films they make are watched.

Half an hour later, Duan Zheng walked to a cliff, where it was like a vertical mountain, blocking his way, the mountain was blood red, the same color as the ground.

Could this be one of the Towers of Hell?

Duan Zheng couldn't help but think that in the current situation, he could only think of this, otherwise how could the ground and the wall be the same color?

Looking up, the height was basically unmeasurable, and he could see ten meters away in the hazy fog, but it was not to the top.

Changing directions and moving on, he walked along the cliff-like wall, and another half an hour passed, but he found nothing, it was like a huge circle, and even if he kept going, he would not reach the end.

Suddenly, a faint sense of crisis came, Duan Zheng immediately turned around and looked in one direction, if there was no mistake in judgment, it should be the center of this huge field.

There is a danger in the center, which is obviously pointing him in the direction, and you have to be close to the center to find out.

Without much hesitation, Duan Zheng immediately walked cautiously in that direction.

This place is very large, and Duan Zheng's foot strength goes without saying, it can take him half an hour to find the place where the blood-colored cliff wall is, which shows the vastness of this place.

After walking for less than ten minutes, Duan Zheng stopped, because a vague outline appeared in front of him, as if something was about to appear.

After much thought, he decided to get closer, and the spiritual projection world was directly mapped, but the result made him frightened, the position was blank, there was nothing.

But his eyes will never deceive him, there must be something there.

Finally, as the distance approached, an ancient house was revealed, Duan Zheng stood in front of the house and was stunned, this house was very strange, there were no earth tiles and bricks, only wood.

All of them are made of wood, and they are not the regular planks of modern society, but are joined together by various long logs to form a simple house.

The spiritual projection world covered the past again, and there was still no feedback, this private house seemed to be projected in another time and space, and the spiritual power could not be touched at all.

"Squeak, squeak."

A slight sound came from inside a room, like the sound of gnawing bones, and Duan Zheng couldn't see inside when he stood outside the wall, not knowing what was inside.

Don't look at the fact that it is made of wood, the density of this wall is really not ordinarily dense, and the slight fog covers it, which completely blocks Duan Zheng's vision.

However, Duan Zheng at this time is no longer what it used to be, and it is no longer the time when he has just entered the infinite terror network, even if there is really something in this private house that is gnawing bones, he will not be frightened.

The only thing that made him feel incredible was that the spirit projection world could not perceive everything here, which meant that this ability was temporarily useless, and he had to risk his life to explore.

When he came to the courtyard gate of the private house, Duan Zheng was about to push the door open, but at this moment, he was like falling into an ice cellar, his scalp was numb, and his body instinctively felt fear, even his soul, and he couldn't help but tremble.

This door cannot be opened, otherwise, he will die.

Duan Zheng was very sure that there would never be any doubts, as long as he pushed the door open, it would be the time of his death.

In desperation, he quietly retreated, lightly, for fear of disturbing the existence in the house, and finally, he stayed away from here and walked in another direction.

"What the hell is this place?"

On the way, Duan Zheng thought seriously, although he was sure that he was in the Tower of Hell, it was definitely not simple here, and there were other meanings, but he hadn't discovered it yet.

Soon after, he came across an old house again, not much different from before, only in a different pattern, and this time he had just approached and immediately turned away.

Because under those erected wooden walls, there was blood flowing, flowing out of the dense cracks, even if they were not really close, they could smell the strong smell of blood, Duan Zheng even thought that the endless blood-red ground was dyed red by blood, otherwise how could there be a fishy smell?

"Is this hell?"

He had some doubts in his heart, the so-called Tower of Hell should be inseparable from the literal meaning, and it must be related to hell here.

"Roaring ......"

A hoarse roar suddenly rang out, like a ferocious beast haunting the neighborhood.

Duan Zheng immediately listened intently, this is not an ordinary place, and the things that can appear will definitely not be ordinary, if there are really any gluttonous beasts, he must be ready to fight, even if he is defeated, he can't just wait for death.

However, for some time afterward, no sound reappeared.

"Is it a hallucination? No, it shouldn't be, when the mental power reaches the current level, there are generally no hallucinations, so there must be a problem. ”

Following the direction he had just heard the voice, Duan Zheng quietly moved forward, and was ready to strike at any time, the existence that could appear here was definitely not an ordinary thing, and it was worth his caution.

In just a moment, Duan Zheng arrived at a place, the same ancient house, and the same blood flowed from the ground.

However, at this time, this private house was facing away from Duan Zheng, Duan Zheng was behind it, and he could only see that there were blood stains mottled next to it, and other scenes had not been found yet.

"Roaring ......"

The hoarse roar appeared again, and Duan Zheng immediately exploded, because the roar came from behind him, and listening to the sound, it was not far from him, and even as long as he got closer, he could see the unknown existence.

"Run."

He made a choice in a split second, without thinking about it at all, and that feeling could not be wrong, a fatal crisis.

He immediately rushed forward, even at great speed, still remaining quiet and not making a sound.

Under the cover of the house, he dodged, leaning against the wooden wall and moving to the other side.

At the same time, he also shrouded the world of spiritual projection backwards, but as expected, he did not find the slightest thing.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a picture out of the corner of his eye, and the whole person froze instantly, and his thinking stagnated for a moment.

The doors of the houses are open.

"This ......"

His mouth was dry, and he looked at the courtyard in a daze, and the palpitations he had experienced at the door in front of him reappeared, and there was a great horror in it.

The door in front of me is open, does that prove that the contents have also escaped?

A fishy smell came to his mouth and nose, Duan Zheng frowned, that thing was coming, he didn't have time to think about it, he subconsciously rushed into the door, and then closed the door.

It was only in the next second that he found that the door was not locked, that is, no matter who it was, he could enter as long as he pushed the door.

He suddenly regretted that he was too reckless, even if that thing ran out of here, it didn't mean that there were no other dangers here, and as long as that thing came back, he could come in here immediately, and there was no safety at all hiding here.

It's just that it's too late to leave now, although there is no movement outside the door, Duan Zheng has already been alarmed, once the door is opened, he has only one way to die.

There were a total of three houses in the private house, and seeing that the crisis was approaching, Duan Zheng had no other choice, so he chose one at random, and immediately dodged in and hid in it.

"Roaring ......"

A hoarse roar came from the doorway, and the door was opened, then shut.

Duan Zheng was tense, facing an unknown and terrifying existence, he could die at any time, he had to be desperately prepared.

The crisis was still approaching, and the thing was coming towards the room he was in, and there was no other way out than to face each other.

"Fight."

Duan Zheng was angry in his heart, he was facing death more than once, but only this time, he was forced into a desperate situation by a ghost, and he was blocked here like a turtle caught in an urn, which made him unacceptable.

At the moment when he was about to rush out of the door, he suddenly realized something, immediately stopped moving, and quietly listened and sensed.

The feeling of crisis disappeared, at least he didn't perceive the danger now, the spiritual projection world spread out again, and still nothing was found, even the room he was in at this time, there was no feedback, but even so, he didn't dare to push the door out, if that thing was resting in the courtyard, wouldn't it be just right to be caught when he went out now.

After calming down, Duan Zheng began to inspect the room.

Although the room was dark, it couldn't stop his eyes, this should be a kitchen, with a stove, pots and pans, the only advantage of an ancient house over a modern building is that it is larger, a kitchen occupies a room, not a small kitchen in the building, and even people can't stand.

Looking at the kitchenware, Duan Zheng slandered in his heart, cooking in the wooden kitchen, and he was not afraid of burning everything in a fire?

When he looked at the pot on the stove, a cold air rushed to his head, making him feel like he was being doused with cold water.

(Eh, there are so many things these days, I almost forgot to update, Khan)