Mr. Shifter and Eno's original plan was to sacrifice this collection of resentment in order to open the door to the next level.

They didn't let us interfere in the whole process, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as self-confidence.

The two of them were woolen in this collection of resentment.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about Mr. Moving the Helm, he has been top with this resentment collection several times, which seems to be embarrassing, but in fact, he has absorbed the resentment that escapes from the resentment collection.

And the ghost head knife, which also got full benefits.

To put it bluntly, these two want to eat alone.

"Huh!"

Thinking about this, I tugged at the corners of my mouth and shook my head secretly.

In the middle of the main hall, as the resentment on the man's body was sucked out one by one, submerged into the rune, the man's body became more and more shriveled, and finally turned into a skin and died in the rune.

The moment the man fell, the pattern on the door to the left of the hall was completely lit, and there was a muffled sound that opened automatically.

"Let's go!"

Seeing this scene, Mr. Shifter and Eno glanced at each other, and without hesitation, they strode forward and walked towards the gate.

Eno followed, and in the process, she didn't even look at us.

"Situ, what should we do?"

Liu Ling asked with a blushing face.

"Keep up!"

Situ Qing spit out two words lightly.

Unlike Liu Ling Tongzi, she didn't care about the actions of Mr. Mover and Jiang Ye.

"Hmm!"

The willow boy snorted, and walked with us to the door on the left in a dull manner.

I didn't take Liu Lingtong's performance seriously, between him and Mr. Mover, it was not so simple, and it was not so easy to get angry.

Otherwise, in the pool of grievances, Liu Ling Boy would not sacrifice his life to save Mr. Mover.

The pattern on the door on the left side of the main hall is basically the same as the pattern outside the bronze gate, which resembles a lotus flower, and when the pattern is lit, the door opens automatically.

As we walked over, Mr. Shodder and Eno had already entered the gate.

Behind the door is a long corridor, we enter in turn, Situ Qing is in front, Liu Ling Tongzi and I are in the middle, Chu Siyu and Ba Hongyu are in the back.

The length of the corridor is not known for the time being, the left and right sides, about one meter wide, can only accommodate one person, and the top of the head is about two meters high.

The cramped environment and dim light give people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

After taking two steps, I noticed that there were inscriptions on the top of my head, under my feet, and on the walls on both sides.

It's not that my eyes are good, it's that the lines have started to glow with blood since we entered the corridor.

Compared to the dementor outside, the blood light was faint, and if it weren't for the light here being dim enough, it would hardly be visible.

The lines on the walls under your feet are very simple, just a single thin line with ripples, which looks like blood vessels in the human body.

It was foreseeable that as long as the resentment qi in those six passages did not stop, the blood light would not stop and spread all the way forward.

As for where it will spread, it is not known for the time being.

We didn't walk fast, and the speed of the blood light spread was not fast, just slower than our line.

Before, whether it was in the Six Paths or in the Bronze Hall, we had more or less encountered danger, this corridor looked like it was not dangerous on the surface, but no one knew what was hidden in the darkness!

Crucially, this promenade is too narrow and troublesome in the event of an accident.

"Uncle, we're not going to hit the wall again, are we?"

After walking along the straight passage of the corridor for almost ten minutes, before he saw his head, Liu Ling Tong couldn't help but asked.

Since entering the corridor, I don't know if he was angry with Mr. Mover, or for some other reason, Liu Ling Boy has not spoken, this is the first time he has taken the initiative to speak after entering the corridor.

"No!"

Mr. Mover said in a hoarse voice.

"That's not right!"

When I heard this, I reacted immediately.

After the heavy blow of the resentment pool, Mr. Mover's voice was indeed sandy and hoarse, like an old man of seventy or eighty years old.

But after dealing with the resentment group, Mr. Shifter's face had returned to his thirty-year-old appearance, and his voice had become younger.

Because of this, I don't think this person is Mr. Shifter.

"Light rain!"

The first time I realized that something was wrong, I paused and stretched my hand back.

Chu Siyu behind him quickly grabbed my hand, followed up, and whispered in my ear: "Third brother, what's wrong?" ”

"Lao Liu is wrong!"

I whispered.

But as soon as the words came out, I froze, and Chu Siyu was not right.

When Chu Siyu spoke in my ear, he spat out a breath of hot air in my ear.

Who is Chu Siyu?

She is a corpse.

She is not a living person.

The breath she exhaled was cold, not hot.

Therefore, the person behind me is not Chu Siyu.

Realizing this, a chill went all the way up from the tail vertebrae to the top of my head, which stimulated me with a layer of goosebumps.

"Third brother, let me ask you, what's wrong with Lao Liu?"

Seeing that I didn't answer, Chu Siyu breathed hot air in my ear again and asked in a low voice.