I didn't expect that my vitality was so strong that I could still live after being wiped on my neck.

No! It's not living, it's just checkmate.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a hardwood plank. Severe pain in the neck, unable to speak. The first feeling was that I didn't have long to live.

A figure walked in front of me, and I looked up slightly, and sure enough, it was the dead girl. The last thing she heard before she fell unconscious was what she said.

What the hell are you trying to do? I have no grievances with you, why do you want to kill me?

"I'm sorry, Xiao Yangzi, we really didn't want to kill you," I didn't open my mouth, the girl looked at me with a smile as if she could understand me, "We just want you to put some blood, who knows that my guy, his hand is biased, and he cut the wrong place." ”

Your uncle, am I a suckling pigeon, and you still bleed before you kill it?

"Oh, by the way, this is the basement of your old house, and I've got someone to disinfect the wound for you, sew it up, and change your clothes. You see, I'm not bad, right? If you really die by accident, don't come to me. ”

"Hmm...... my lips were numb, and I couldn't speak properly, "Master...... ...... Grandpa"

"Oh, your grandfather is so good, we tied him up and locked him in the house. The old man was very stubborn, and we forced him to say that if he didn't give in, he would kill you, and he would be willing to hand over the picture. The dead girl said, holding up my arm and slowly helping me up, "Are you very uncomfortable?" It's okay, it's okay, this wound is actually not deep, and it will heal in two or three days at most. ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to her, but I looked closely, and saw that the basement of my house, which was originally used to store wine, was stuffed with people, about seventeen or eighteen. All of them were well-armed, they looked like they were going to join a field club, and some of them even carried guns, and they didn't know if they were real guns or fake guns.

Isn't this a cult? Is it a gang of terrorists? My mouth was dry, and the girl poured me a glass of water. I don't know if I'll be able to drink water, what if the wound is deep and the water leaks out of my neck?

On the opposite wall, there is a painting, and at this moment the man is studying something in front of the painting. On the table he had on the table was a glass of crimson liquid, which I guessed might be my blood.

"Old Meng, can you do it?"

"Don't squeak!" The man raised his hand, "This thing is not simple, I need to take a closer look." ”

"If you delay any longer, it's dawn!" The one who spoke was a short man, although he was not tall, but he was also full of muscles, and his fists were as big as sandbags, much like the character in the TV series who was not good at doing things and carried a case record.

I slowly moved over to the man and motioned for him to let me go, I would never call the police. But the leech man ignored me, and his whole body and mind were devoted to the picture scroll in front of him.

I looked up.

It is an antique landscape painting, with a mountain in the distance and flowers and plants in the distance. I couldn't understand the essence of the ink painting, but I just thought it seemed very ordinary, and I couldn't see anything special about it. However, the lower part of the painting is more special, as opposed to the landscape in the upper part, and the lower part is a picture composed of lines, I don't know what it is, but I think it looks a bit like a map or something. There is a sign on the corner of the painting, and it is "Zhuolu Mountain Travel Map" and "Tongxi Old Man".

I vaguely remember that "Old Man Tongxi" seems to be Jing Lianhong's self-title, so this painting should be about the "Tulimen" that the man said.

Do they really want to get into this picture? How to get in? How can a creature of three worlds enter the two-dimensional world? It's feasible to slap yourself flat and put it on!

Until now, I can't believe that this group of people really do what they say? Should they be said to be crazy, or crazy, or crazy?

"Little Master, do you remember what I told you before?" The man took out a brush from his bag and brushed the bristles with his fingers, "After Jing Lianhong's death, his descendants made a trek for 'Tulimen'. Bali said that it was not a coincidence that the wooden door hidden at the end of the path was only opened in front of Jing Lianhong.

As I said, Jing Lianhong once touched the carving on the wooden door inch by inch with his hand, and at that time, his hand was actually pierced by the thorns on the carving, and blood splashed on the wooden door, and the wooden door reacted. Later, Jing Lianhong found out that the blood used to open the door had to be from your Jing family, and not every Jing family's blood was effective. Your father can, but your grandfather and your great-grandfather can't. ”

As he spoke, he dipped his brush in the blood from the cup and turned his head to look at me.

"I don't know if you have this fate...... After speaking, the man raised his hand and wrote a strange word in the middle of the picture, and the blood dripped down the tip of the pen, staining the picture red. After a few seconds, there was no change on the map, and a dozen people all held their breath.

Suddenly, the dead girl took two steps forward and grabbed my hand. "Don't move!" She shouted, and before I could react, I felt my chest sink and something seemed to weigh down on the top of my head.

What's going on? I thought to myself, it must be a basement collapse, right? No, there should be a sound when it collapses, didn't I hear any noise before?

My brain didn't listen to the call, I just felt that the weight on my body was getting heavier and heavier, my neck was pressed so that I couldn't straighten it, and even my internal organs were about to be flattened. I struggled to catch my breath, and then my legs went limp, and I was crawling on the ground, unable to move.

When it was over, I thought to myself that I was about to be crushed into a plan, and the few people around me seemed to be uncomfortable, but they couldn't shout, but I vaguely saw that they were all kneeling on the ground and struggling. This time I'm really going to be killed by that leech man! In his heart, he was still greeting his eighth-generation ancestors, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, and then, the feeling of crushing people to death was gone......

"It's okay, it's okay."

Someone was talking not far away, and I settled down and realized that I could move, so I slowly got up from the ground.

"Are people there? Has anyone been hurt? The girl patted the dust on her body and asked.

"The whistle is dead," someone replied to her, "look at the blood! ”

When the girl heard this, she hurriedly ran over.

I hadn't figured out the situation at the moment, so I subconsciously looked around as I got up. I saw that the surroundings were pitch black, and I couldn't see my five fingers, and I could only see a rough idea in a trance.

There was a flashlight flickering not far away, and the girl ran over there, and when I looked at the light, I found that it was still in the basement of my house. Why is it so dark, there is a power outage at home?

Well? Wrong...... Something seems wrong! My basement doesn't seem to be that spacious. This...... It's a cave?!