I jumped headlessly, and it wasn't deep underneath.

With a stomp on his feet, his center of gravity only stumbled slightly unsteadily, and finally he was able to stand firm.

I hurriedly fastened the movable door above my head firmly, blocking the Sanskrit sounds that had just tossed me up the upper floor.

Although I have experienced this kind of horror several times, I still haven't taken it for granted.

After all, there are many more normal times than when they are terrifying, and I still feel a little nervous with my heart pounding.

From the upstairs to now, I never dared to really open my eyes, and I could only perceive the situation around me by the movement of the echoes between my breath and breath.

At this time, the sound of heartbeat naturally replaced the previous sound of the Great Compassion Mantra in my ears, and the sweet fragrance that began to fill the nose since I just jumped down, rich and with a little dry fishy sweetness, made me also follow with a feeling of lack of breath.

There is no sound on this floor, but there is a fragrance. Don't let the smell be weird, I subconsciously retreated to the base of the wall in the dark, and my fingers timidly caressed the wall behind me.

Some scratch hands, as if it is the texture of silk material...... Is it cloth? Covered with a cloth on the wall?

It can't be blood-stained, right?

After a burst of self-soothing thoughts, I couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly at the corners of my mouth, when did I start to like to make up a horror story for myself to scare myself.

The nervous mood slowly eased in self-comfort, and I felt that the sweet smell around me was no longer so strong, and I was used to it, so I finally dared to muster up the courage to open my eyes.

The scene in front of me is much more ordinary than the previous floor.

Wrong! The most unacceptable thing in Zhenzhou is the usual, the less terrible it is, the more terrible it is to come.

Thinking of the Bagua Ridge and Silver Lake before, I felt a little creepy, put away the relaxed emotions I had just sprouted, and cautiously began to look at the surrounding environment.

This layer seems to be more than one circle smaller than the previous one, the upper layer has a radius of at least ten steps wide, and this layer is only seven steps, which is three steps less at will.

From the outside of the tower, the whole tower is an inverted triangle shape, which excludes the structure below that rises straight up the superstructure. So where did the abrupt three-step width go......

Some of them are indeed missing, but some of them should be made into compartments, there are no stairs on the top floor, and the ground on the seventh floor is as smooth as a mirror, and the whole wall is covered again, so there is no movable door, and there must be a secret door on the wall leading to the next floor.

Now, at least on the surface, I had the audacity to leave my back to the whole room, and went to the window, through which I looked out of the tower.

The scene outside the window was much clearer than what I had seen on the previous floor, which meant that I was indeed going down.

The reason for entering this gossip tower is still unknown, and Lou Shaohong does not know where to go. But no matter what, whatever I want, I have to get out first now.

With the direction of the road in mind, I began to turn my gaze inward, carefully moving around the base of the wall, trying to find some strange traces.

On the floor in the center of the room is a small square separated by glass, and inside is an incense burner, which is quietly burning with an aroma that is different from the room.

There was no extra light in the whole room except for the eight red candles on the octagonal ceiling and the only window, and it was still the same as the upstairs, a blood-red wall.

It's just that the fabric on this wall always exudes a bit of pittedness, could it be that there is something painted on the wall behind this cloth wall?

After all, I don't have the guts to lift the cloth and see what is going on. I just walked slowly at the base of the wall, and at some point, a thread on the wall had quietly wrapped around my feet......

There was a loud bang, and the feeling of stumbling under my feet made me freeze in place, and I looked down at the red thread wrapped around my feet, and I only felt hairy in my heart.

After thinking about it, I still turned around mechanically like a dead horse and a live horse doctor.

Follow the thread and look behind you at the place where the sound is coming from.

The neat red cloth on the wall had been torn off from the threads that had been wrapped around my feet, revealing the lining of the skin inside.

'Alas! No, could it be some kind of monster's entrails, I ripped off its skin with such a pull! It's all flesh exposed! I almost screamed in panic at the sight of the unevenness of my complexion, and my thoughts were filled with wild reverie, and I began to wonder if I had been caught in the stomach of the startled tower monster.

But none of the monsters seem to have blood vessels in their stomachs made of red cloth...... Well, I'm cranky again. Sin, sin. ’

After a moment of surprise, I pretended to glance at the complexion casually. In a trance, a screaming face suddenly appeared on the complexion under the burning gaze, just like a moving picture sent to me by a former colleague, and after staring for a long time and looking elsewhere, a female ghost's head would appear.

At that moment, I looked at the face reflected on it even more persistently, and I always felt that the part under the red cloth was more than just this pattern.

The neck part of the face faintly peeked out from under the screaming face, and it was as if it had been cut by a strange pair of large scissors through the red cloth, which at this moment acted as blood spurting out after the artery had been cut.

Stream-of-consciousness thinking is really intimidating.

It seems that people are too sensual - sex is really not good!

But no matter what, there must be something wrong with everything that is blocked behind this red cloth.

I didn't know where I got the courage, and I reached out and grabbed the straightened red cloth hard. I was dragged hard by the red cloth, and a wave of inertia pushed me to the ground, and even the red cloth in my hand broke free from the wall.

The red cloth flew in the air and smashed down on me, burying my whole body inside.

Ignoring the pain of the fall, I tossed desperately in the red cloth, trying to find an exit that would allow me to see everything on the wall.

'How dare you be unhappy, in case, if someone suddenly appears outside, then I should be on guard! ’

The whole person rolled in the red cloth, and finally found a gap where he could see the lights outside. I suddenly came out of the red cloth, but this moment from darkness to light, I regretted it a little.

On the wall, where the red cloth has been lost, are eight stone paintings, which are now Chinese murals.

The painting depicts several women with different appearances, different phoenix crowns and veils from different dynasties, and different jewelry manners. Each one is sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, and the bed beams above the head are painted with all kinds of auspicious and heart-to-heart patterns, such as concentric, mandarin ducks playing in the water, lotus flowers, double butterfly peonies, dragons and phoenixes, unicorn children, and beads, in short, each painting has different characteristics, but all of them are the decorations and appearances in the marriage room.

Could this be the candle in the cave room that is missing upstairs...... Suddenly, I couldn't help but think of the identical painting that had been added upstairs earlier, and I subconsciously turned to look at the wall with the window.

It's really exactly the same!?

The painting on this wall with the window is almost identical to the one directly opposite. It's just that almost, compared to the one opposite, this painting looks much poorer, there is no gold-painted pattern, no jewelry, and the woman's hand is quietly on the blood-red wedding dress. Nothing......

Everything about her is painted red like blood donation, and the whole body is the color of her skin except for blood red.

What's even more cautious is that she doesn't have a face yet!

The entire window occupies the part of the woman's face, leaving a slender neck that is visible under the window, making the whole picture look like a headless body......

And why am I so sure that the one in front of me is the same as the one behind me?

It is because her only colored phoenix crown with red velvet and red gold is exactly the same as in the painting of the dragon and phoenix.

The outfit of any bride will not be the same in ancient times, nor will any phoenix crown, the only possibility that will be the same is that these two pictures are the same person at all!

The Bagua Tower has eight sides, and the Luo family has produced a total of eight champions since ancient times, so there must be eight wives.

Why on earth there are only seven different gilt engravings on the top floor and only seven ladies on this floor......

I suppressed my uneasiness, and when I calmed down and pondered, I continued to look at the painting directly opposite the window.

No matter how you look at it, I always feel that on the mural of the dragon and phoenix, the lady's eyes are a little wrong, like a living human eye, with a circle of pupil outlines......

Driven by curiosity, I moved closer and closer to the painting, getting closer and closer, and I could reach out and touch her eyes.

But just when I could see the details, I realized something, my hand shook violently, and I hurriedly withdrew it into my arms.

This face is even more realistic than the real human skin mask seen in the Aoi family.

Even the eyelashes on the eyes are real! The whole skin, and the bumps and fluff of the face can be faintly felt between the tentacles.

Almost all of the seven orifices of human beings have left gaps in this painting, this should not be a mural pasted with a whole human skin!