As soon as my scalp went numb, I felt my feet sink, and my whole body was dragged into the depths of the ice lake.

The water was cold, and it seemed to freeze my heart.

The hair under my feet was like tangled weeds, wrapped around my feet, and I couldn't break free.

There is no door to heaven and no way to earth.

At the bottom of the water is the water ghost who pulls people down the abyss, and on the water is the corpse of the woman in white that I saw in the sacrificial pit before!

Such a desperate situation almost made me feel like I couldn't resist.

There was nothing to rely on around, and at this moment, I suddenly regretted why I came to this bronze gate as a hero, and why didn't I hurry up and fold back with the dragon oil after I came, but I was greedy enough to fish for that bullshit backpack!

Fear, despair, fear, greed, regret...... All the negativity erupted in my heart at once.

A strong misanthropy erupted from the bottom of my heart, and as soon as I took a wrong step, I was going to break the jar.

Unfortunately, my body was not in sync with my mind, and despite my thoughts, my hands still involuntarily tried desperately to cut the hair wrapped around my legs with a canning knife.

My body and mind are out of sync, is it because my subconscious doesn't think that way? I was a little puzzled, but I didn't seem to want to interfere with either side at all, as if I was a bystander, watching my ** and thinking in a fierce struggle.

There are so many and so many hairs that I don't know I have a can knife in my hand, and even if I were given a Nepalese saber, it would be almost impossible to break free from the dense tangle of hair.

I saw that the more I struggled, the more my hair became entangled, and the more I cut off the locks, so I immediately gave up on this method and began to push violently upwards, trying to rush out of the water to get a breath of oxygen.

The torch was still burning, and the light of the fire came into view clearly through the ice board, and I knew that this was my only hope, so I struggled violently upward, lifting the ice board with my hands, trying to make the torch fall into the water.

I used all my strength, my feet kicked desperately, the underwater thing could not match my kicking, and I was able to jump out of the water at once, and the desire to breathe and my strong desire to survive directly prompted me to burst out with a huge force, as if a drowning person could poke his head out of the water a few times before.

Spit out that breath of oxygen that had been circulating countless times, and I greedily wanted to suck all the air from the whole world into my mouth.

But what awaited me on the surface of the water was a grimace that was so white that it was almost transparent.

The stinking smiling face almost touched mine, and I could even make out the pinhole-sized pupil in her cloudy vitreous.

And this greedy breath sucked into the mouth is also a large handful of wet hair, as if it has been soaked in human oil!

The breath was so urgent and hard that the hair ran down my nostrils and throat and into my lungs.

I choked almost to death, and the only thing I had left to survive made me slam my hand on the ice plate the moment I was dragged back to the bottom of the water.

I don't know if I shut up and pulled the hair of the female corpse, and the female ghost on the top of my head actually fell upside down with me and poked into the water.

The dead face, pale to the point of almost transparency, always with that resentful grin, was pressed against the top of my head, as if admiring the painful expression of my imminent death.

I reached out and pulled the hair from my mouth, and it felt so familiar.

I looked at the female ghost above me in horror and tried to pull her by the hair and throw it away from me.

The female ghost seemed to be unwavering, hanging vertically above my head, slowly opening her mouth.

My eyes widened as I watched as the corners of her own mouth were ripped apart from the wide open open mouth, the muscles on both sides of her mouth turned out, mixed with scraps of black blood spreading out in the water.

The female corpse's mouth was full of gray-brown fangs, each of which was like a snake's fang, and it seemed that it could bite off my entire skull.

I was stupefied, I finally used up the last of my strength, and the heat in my body began to drain rapidly.

Hurry up and die, I'd rather drown than be bitten off by that female ghost with her head up to her neck......

Just as my vision began to blur and my consciousness was almost confused, I vaguely saw the dragon oil torch that had fallen into the water, burning and sinking past me.

"The torches made of dragon oil are really unusual, they can burn when they fall into the water......"

How do torches burn without oxygen?

My brain suddenly had a flash of inspiration, could it all be an illusion?

What gray fangs, the feeling of drowning, the hair going into the mouth, and the female corpse in front of you!

These familiar images are all a combination of my memories!

Could it be that something is controlling my mind? Simulate these horrific experiences so that I can make myself feel hopeless and willingly drown in this water!

But when did I hallucinate? Am I really drowning now?

Or do I think that the very thing about my hallucinations is simply my last struggle to survive? As a result, the brain has fantasies and subconsciously denies the fact that it is going to die?

Crooked himself is not in a desperate situation, he is actually alive. I think that's a hundred times more awesome than crooking yourself as a billionaire and fantasizing about being a superhero!

I noticed that my mind was starting to get confused, and the confusion almost made me pay no attention to the corpse's gaping jaws......

Whether it was crooked or not, my hand was still grabbing towards the torch anyway.

Even if Lao Tzu is crooked, he will kill you once in fantasy!

I grabbed the torch and stuffed it into the mouth of the female corpse with a violently burning torch, and the hot rebar pipe, coupled with the violently burning dragon oil, poured it directly into the female corpse's cavity along the throat pipe with the open mouth of the female corpse!

The female corpse struggled frantically, a large amount of steam and blood with black minced flesh instantly blurring the water.

I grabbed the handle, ignored the fluttering corpse, pulled the torch out of her mouth, almost to the back of her ear, and stabbed it at the messy pile of hair beneath my feet.

The hair burned by me and immediately receded from my feet and neck, and sank into the dark water and disappeared......

Even if I die, I will pull you to die with me again.

My vision was completely blurred, but my mouth was grinning proudly, and I looked mockingly at the female corpse that had choked my throat and sank from me into the abyss, and closed my eyes in contentment......

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