The brief delay left Grandin at the back. It has only been a few breaths since the anomaly was discovered, and the entire room has been transformed into a terrifying flesh and blood. The walls turned into a stretch of gut, and the floor was covered with transparent slime.

And the deadly light changed into a mouth that kept biting and sharpening its teeth, chasing them.

The flesh was one step ahead of them, it had spread to the door, and the only exit was being sealed off by it.

Grandin could even imagine when it finally closed. These few people will be like small snacks, digested by this huge stomach.

Al snapped up, he picked up Lorota and threw her to the door. When he wanted to turn around and 'concoct' Grandin.

Grandin kicked him towards the gate, and then leaped out of the gate himself.

The light that was unwilling to let its prey escape turned into a skinless blood-colored palm, and it had already touched Grandin's ankle.

Just when Grandin decided to go to the Black Lake and make a desperate fight with a hexahedral crystal. The living light seemed to be attracted somehow, and it rushed to his chest.

The next moment, he fell out of the room and collided with Al, and the two of them rolled together. The clutter was knocked down by them like bowling bottles, and the tremendous force stirred up the dust on the ground.

The porter's swearing voice came from the top of the staircase.

The blood-colored glow slowly faded, and the twisted and misshapen flesh room was bounded by a doorframe, separated from the normal hallway outside.

Lorota rolled to her feet, guarding the flesh in the room as she lifted up Grandin and El buried in the clutter.

"Are you all right?"

Lorota's voice was filled with the joy of the rest of her life.

"Okay."

Grandin pulled his half-height hat out of a pile of bath duck toys.

Al scrutinized the flesh that no longer spread, and then said in the voice of the porter scolding the street and climbing the stairs:

"You keep an eye on this first, and I'll deal with him."

Grandin was also in a state of shock at this time, from the simple task at the beginning to the successive turns, this matter was abnormal from any angle.

The temperature in his chest was slowly dropping, and just now he even thought that the badge would burn through his chest!

Flesh badges and residual properties in the room create an aggregate?

He put his hand on his chest to check that the lead box was still intact. Lorota was next to him, and he couldn't take it out and check it carefully. After all, it was stolen goods, and he couldn't explain the source.

The flesh that had stopped on the doorframe seemed to have suddenly lost its support, and it was slowly shrinking and retreating into the house.

The incident was a trap, and he was absolutely sure of that. But what the other party's purpose is, he doesn't know.

The black flame, if he was not mistaken, should have been the mechanism left by the witch. And this bloody scene is like the handiwork of the Aurora Society.

Together, they want to kill a few night watchmen? How can you be virtuous?

In his calm thinking like a 'machine', he retrieved a piece of information about the 'Beckland Haze' in his brain, which seemed to be related to the witch and the Aurora Society.

But this information is all sealed with himself and the goddess, and he can't check it for the time being.

His intuition told him that today and that were two different things.

As he pondered, the staircase came from time to time 'Repair! ''Gold pounds!'' Phrases like '.

Grandin looked over and saw that Al's tall body had blocked the hallway, and he hadn't given the porter any chance to snoop.

The two stood at the top of the stairs and negotiated for a while. Finally they seemed to come to some kind of agreement, and the porter went downstairs. Al waited in place for a moment, then walked over to join them.

After some tossing and turning, when Grandin looked back at the living room, he found that there was no trace of flesh and blood at all. The flesh-engulfed furniture reappeared in its original place.

Their surface is as if it had been finely sandpapered, and it is as good as new. Even some small mildew spots in the cracks in the corners of the walls were gone.

"Amazing, isn't it? Although it almost killed me just now. But now I want the same thing to clean my room...... The unwashed dishes in my kitchen are piled up about half a meter high. ”

Expressionless, Lorota took out a box of exquisite candies and tossed them into her mouth one by one, her feet shaking violently again.

This meant that she was starting to get anxious again, and her mood was far less calm than she appeared.

Grandin concludes secretly, and decides not to provoke Lady Lorotta when she appears like this.

"What's going on? Why is all that flesh gone? ”

Completely unaware, Al was surprised to see what looked like a room that had just been repainted.

Grandin pouted, spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders. This action is very rude, but everyone is an acquaintance, and there is no need to pretend to be in front of them.

"I'll go in first this time."

Al showed his determination as captain, and then he turned to look at Grandin:

"Grandin, is there danger now?"

Whether it's the act of leaving the door open as soon as you enter the house, or the reminder when Lorota wants to touch the corpse, it proves that Grandin has an unusual instinct.

This teammate of his was like a treasure.

"My gut tells me it's safe here, do you need me to do a divination?"

Grandin closed his eyes and felt it, this time not even the faint sting of his spirit. Now it's as safe as West Villas Field in Queens.

"No need for divination, I trust your instincts more."

With that, Al walked into the room again.

"Of course, it's also possible that the danger in the room has come to me."

Feeling the flesh badge on his chest that still had residual warmth, Grandin could only smile bitterly.

Soon, Al's instructions came from the bedroom.

"Safety! Grandin, you can come in, Lorrota please guard the door. ”

Grandin heard the captain's call and stepped into the house, but he almost slipped as soon as he stepped on the floor. Not only was the flesh cleaned, but the floor was even waxed with slime!

Lorota's laughter came from the doorway.

Grandin pretended not to care and walked to the bedroom.

The bedrooms were equally clean.

Only a black silhouette of the figure appeared on the back of the chair.

"You can now use intuition or divination to take a look, it's strange that there are no extraordinary properties left this time."

El was confused, and the whole thing happened quickly and ended quickly. If it weren't for the fact that his arm that hit something and his waist that was kicked was still aching, he would even think it was a dream.

"Ha, haha. Maybe the people who designed the trap took it away. ”

Grandin laughed dryly.