Lynch carried the lantern and walked slowly down the dark and narrow corridor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The red carpet on the floor looked like it was brand new, without the slightest hint of time being eroded.

The light of the lantern in his hand was also as if it was illuminated by a carpet, exuding a red-black color like blood.

As he walked, Lynch regretted it a little in his heart. This battle is obviously not something that a monster that is being chased and beaten by a three-person team can do it.

Since it's better to explore when you come in, it stands to reason that all the dangers in the inner ring should be cleaned up before leaving. If such an obvious place is not cleaned up, it should obviously not be a threat to a person who has awakened the second talent.

Lynch comforted himself as he cautiously walked forward, listening to the crisp sound of his feet on the floor.

Lynch looked down at the thick carpet beneath his feet, and cold sweat was already starting to form on his back.

There is no turning back.

His talent told him.

The murals on the walls on either side are full of twisted and disgusting maggot-like worms that seem to wriggle slightly if you look at them.

"Squeak".

With a loud sound, the door of the house behind Lynch slowly closed.

Do you play this routine again? Lynch smiled disdainfully as if he was comforted by reality, and then suddenly paused, and reacted: The gate should have been cut into several pieces by him before.

As the door closed behind him, the room was completely darkened.

Darkness that even Lynch's eyes can't see.

A darkness that even the light of the lantern in his hand can't penetrate.

Lynch stopped. But the footsteps in the house continued. And the voice was getting louder and louder, and it was starting to move closer to him.

A sudden sense of being watched came over Lynch as it had been in the garden last time.

on top. Lynch's talent told him.

Lynch barely squinted his eyes and looked up, and faintly saw a black shadow standing upside down on the ceiling walking towards him, it turned out that the footsteps were coming from it.

Who is walking upside down? Looking at the black shadow walking on the ceiling, it seems as if gravity is completely reversed. This question popped into Lynch's mind.

The moment Lynch looked up, the shadow suddenly froze.

Everything is starting to slow down.

Lynch: Until what that represents.

So he turned around at once, no longer caring about what his talent had warned him to do, and began to run as far as he could towards the gate.

The dark shadow above also began to accelerate towards Lynch, but the corridor was not long, and Lynch only hoped that he could run out of here with his excellent speed.

It's like a slow-motion replay.

Suddenly, the hall light at the end of the hallway came on. Lynch's perception focused his attention on it as if it were out of control.

A woman appears.

"Ah Yuan, what are we going to eat today?" she held a large basin in her hand.

"What to eat? We're running out of food. I'm hungry, Fong, I'm hungry. A man also appeared in the hall, sitting on a luxurious sofa in the hall, touching his shriveled belly, and depressed.

But in fact, the tone of the dialogue between them is very flat, like a jerky rookie actor reading a script, dry and emotionless.

"I'm hungry too, Ah Yuan. The woman took the basin in her hand and walked to the man sitting on the sofa: "Or I'll eat you, right?"

I should be running away in the hallway now. Lynch told himself that I would be able to get out soon.

"Hahaha, Ah Fang, you are so interesting. I really love you like that. "The man gave way to the woman and let her sit next to her, but the woman didn't.

"I'm really hungry. Ah Yuan. ”

A baby's cry rang out from the basin in the woman's hand.

"Shall we eat him?" the woman gestured to the man with the large basin she was holding.

"We ate him. "The voiceless voice seems cold and unforgiving.

Lynch desperately wanted to see who was inside the basin, and he actually had a vague premonition.

As the perspective approached, Lynch finally saw the child crying in the basin.

It's himself. The nine-year-old lay inside, crying helplessly like a baby, as the two men next to him approached.

Run, run!" he shouted to himself curled up in a basin.

Wrong.

How did I, a nine-year-old, fit into such a small basin? It doesn't seem to make sense.

Suddenly, the man and woman stopped moving. Look up in the direction of Lynch, which is the direction in which he perceives the perspective. At this time, his perceptual perspective was already very close to the pair of men and women.

Can't be caught by them. Lynch looked at the approaching man and woman. For some reason, he couldn't see their faces clearly when he looked directly at each other, and the only thing that could remain in Lynch's mind was their eyes.

The same eyes that Lynch had seen at the door.

Can't be caught by them. Lynch's talent told him. He looked at their withered arms, which did look like they hadn't been nourished in a long time.

Look at them. The sense of danger that erupted from Lynch's talent even tingled his head.

Where am I now?

I should have run away in the hallway.

Look at them!

Lynch's gaze involuntarily thought of those four eyes.

Their eyes seemed to be attracted, and they couldn't help but converge.

"Phew!"

The four eyes became swollen with blood at a rapid rate, eventually turning into a puddle of blood and mud with a popping sound.

With two wails and a sharp pain in Lynch's left eye, he returned to the hallway.

At this time, he didn't bother to check his left eye, because he was already in his hand by the dark shadow on the ceiling.

The black stuff that permeated the shadow was grabbing Lynch's collar and hanging him in mid-air. But for some unknown reason, it has been standing still.

Lynch looked at his position, he was now by the door, and in the hall at the end of the hallway, two shadows writhed wildly in the light.

"Ahh

The black shadow that grabbed Lynch still didn't move.

Lynch's heart was crossed, and he swung his sword and slashed at the unknown object that was grasping him.

"Sharp, Evil"

The black object that grabbed Lynch was directly cut off by the waist, and the wound made a hissing sound, and Lynch stood firmly on the ground, while the black shadow began to move slightly.

Lynch's heart was crossed, and he slammed directly into the door.

The decaying gate was easily knocked out of a hole by Lynch, and Lynch returned to the outside world.

But he didn't relax, Lynch, who had escaped from the house, didn't look back, his pace didn't slow down at all, and he ran out of this luxurious residential area with the pain in his eyes before he stopped.

Lynch leaned over and gasped, then felt a chill on his face.

He reached out and touched it, only to find that his face was covered in blood.

Everything in the left eye is already blurry.

Lynch tries to withdraw his abilities, only to find that his left eye is completely dark from a normal perspective.

"Damn......" he cursed in a low voice, then threw away the lantern that had already been extinguished in his hand and hurried towards the gathering place.

Lynch still hadn't looked back, but he had taken the place and the house before it to heart.