The person on the sarcophagus looked exactly the same as Tang Yichuan, wearing the same clothes, and the shoulder was also injured, but the death was really miserable.

Looking at himself on the sarcophagus, Tang Yichuan, who should have thought that this was just an illusion, suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

He suddenly had the feeling that he was going to die like this.

A creepy feeling permeated his whole body, Tang Yichuan felt as if he was about to die, this premonition of death was so accurate, he seemed to be able to feel the pain of himself on the sarcophagus before he died.

There seemed to be something staring at him from behind, Tang Yichuan was nervous and was in a cold sweat, he looked back in horror, there was nothing behind him.

When Tang Yichuan turned around again, he had disappeared from the sarcophagus, but the deep fear in his heart did not disappear at all, but felt even stronger.

There seemed to be a voice in the bottom of my heart saying: "Tang Yichuan, you're going to die, you're going to die." ”

Taking a deep breath, Tang Yichuan didn't dare to stay in this weird room anymore, he turned around and walked towards the door at the door of the room, but when he walked towards the front, he still had a feeling of being stared at behind his back, as long as he turned around, the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

But when he continued to walk forward, or stopped and didn't look back, Tang Yichuan could almost clearly feel that there seemed to be a person or ghost behind him standing very close to him, almost standing close to his body.

It seemed as if a pair of death-like hands were groping towards his neck, and with a slight pinch, he would die of breath.

Tang Yichuan couldn't help but speed up his pace, but he still felt that the people behind him were following him like his shadow, he ran to the door frantically, an unknown sense of fear completely invaded him, and he only had one idea of wanting to escape from this place as much as possible.

When the door in front of him was opened, Tang Yichuan saw a bamboo forest that had been cut off and was only half a person high, and a large section of bamboo that had been cut off obliquely was all sharp as if it were a knife.

Tang Yichuan hesitated for a moment, and suddenly seemed to see the scene where he rushed into the bamboo forest and pounced on the bamboo, and his whole body was pierced, he didn't dare to run forward, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw the door behind him closed, and the back door gradually disappeared.

With a chill in his heart, Tang Yichuan realized that the situation was a little bad, and scolded in his heart, but Tang Yichuan, who was covered in cold sweat, gradually calmed down.

He admonished himself not to be afraid, not to mess with himself, but he still couldn't help but feel a kind of creepy, as if a person with a deep-sea phobia had sunk into the depths of the sea alone, except for the darkness, except for the cold, except for the loneliness, except for the difficulty of breathing, he could not feel the existence of any living creatures, he seemed to be isolated by this world.

Tang Yichuan's fear in his heart was similar to this, he felt as if he was alone, and the terrible thing was that there was a guy who didn't know whether it was a person or a ghost who had been staring at him closely only a step behind him, maybe that person had a terrible face, maybe that person was stretching out his sharp claws, ready to dig into his heart.

There was a gust of wind blowing, Tang Yichuan's nervousness felt a critical point, and the uneasiness enveloped him, he had to continue walking, he saw that there seemed to be dotted lights on the opposite side of the bamboo forest, and he thought that maybe he could see the fat man and them when he got to that place.

The bamboo forest is very scary, as if walking in the middle of the knife mountain, if one is not careful, one foot slips, people will be pierced by the bamboo and the whole body is full of holes, just like the corpse on the sarcophagus.

After walking a few steps, the entire bamboo forest suddenly filled the air with a smell of blood, Tang Yichuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he saw that countless corpses in front of him were inserted into the bamboo, all the corpses were still bubbling and bleeding, and there was a river of blood flowing on the ground.

The corpses, densely packed with corpses that were afraid of being on the bamboo, and their bodies were penetrated, some of them had hideous faces, and some of them were full of astonishment, but they were all dead.

The premonition of death hit Tang Yichuan again, and Tang Yichuan felt that he was also dying.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from behind, and when Tang Yichuan turned around, he couldn't see anything, but the footsteps were coming, and he couldn't even tell the direction in which the footsteps came from.

Subconsciously, Tang Yichuan wanted to run forward, but he seemed to have been immobilized by something, and he couldn't move!

"Who, who's there?" Tang Yichuan exclaimed.

"Brush,,!" The dull sound of footsteps stepping on bamboo leaves came again and again, and Tang Yichuan could see an invisible footprint on the ground flattening the bamboo leaves and then approaching him.

Quickly summoned the exorcist bow, but Tang Yichuan found that even the exorcism arrow had no effect on the thing that was close, and the arrow flew out, as if it had just passed through a burst of air, and finally returned to Tang Yichuan's hand.

"Hey, are you there?" In a hurry, Tang Yichuan began to summon the amazing young man in his mind.

The boy did not appear, and even the moment in his consciousness the little sapling actually became sluggish, and the few leaves were withering, which seemed to be a sign of death.

There was a feeling of increasing urgency, Tang Yichuan felt that the invisible hand behind him was approaching him, and around, he saw more and more invisible footprints surrounding him.

No, he had to flee this place.

He's going to die, he doesn't want to die!

Tang Yichuan turned around and began to run towards the bamboo forest full of corpses, but after only two steps, something seemed to hold his foot, and by inertia, he threw himself forward, and there were exactly two sharpened bamboos in front of him.

Trying to roll over and dodge, it seemed that a huge hand on his back pressed him, and he couldn't avoid pounce on the two sharp bamboos.

Poof-he could clearly hear the sound of sharp bamboo thrust into his throat, piercing his heart, and then piercing through his body, and a sharp pain followed, he couldn't move, he felt the blood, life was flowing from his body, he didn't die.

He only saw the corpse next to him, which was also hanging on the bamboo, staring at him with protruding eyes, and he seemed to be able to see his miserable condition in the eyes of that corpse, and in a few minutes he would become such a cold corpse.

Something was still approaching, step by step, the sound was deep and clear.

Poof--he was lifted up, and the blood hole on his body was bleeding lifelessly.