The weird tickling sound sounded in the ears of Su Mu and everyone in the live broadcast room with an extremely harsh sound, and a feeling of goosebumps appeared on the audience.

【Grass! What the someone?! Wouldn't it be a monster?! 】

[This voice reminds me of the weird ...... I encountered when I was a newbie]

[Mom, I'm guilty of PTSD!] 】

[What about the one in front who dipped the ashes of the minotaur? Don't run, leave the number and go live! 】

.......

[Number of people online in the live broadcast room: 37]

Su Mu wasn't observing the barrage either, because his ears were close to the door, so the sound made his ears feel numb instantly, and a feeling of pregnancy arose.

"Grass!"

Hurriedly moved his ears away, Su Mu secretly sighed and felt a little unlucky, and the sound outside seemed to have a sense of rhythm, constantly scratching.

The crunch of the fingernails on contact with the steel was as disgusting and terrifying as a ghostly howl.

Especially in this kind of space, one can feel a strong sense of terror rising.

Su Mu stood up, grinned, looked at the cat's eye, and leaned his eyes together.

He wanted to see the "good brother" who tortured him like this, and when he had the opportunity, he would repay him well.

The vision from outside the corridor appeared in Su Mu's eyes, and the bloodshot eyes from before seemed to disappear.

However, even if he could see the outside vision, he didn't see the appearance of the being outside.

Listening to the creaking sound of scratching the iron door, Su Mu frowned.

If the other party is not in his field of vision....... Then it should .....

The strange tickling sound disappeared, as if the outside existence had left the general, but! In the next second, a hideous-looking monster appeared in the cat's eye!

The head is like dry wood! I can't see the presence of eyes at all! The long tongue sticks out from where it should be the mouth, and it is still green with pus! He was dressed in tattered white clothes, with two slender arms hanging down, and long nails on which he was about to drag to the ground.

The monster hunched over and looked at the door with a strange expression, and he didn't know what words he had uttered, and a terrifying face that could make a child cry approached the cat's eye.

“......”

Su Mu didn't move, but stared at it silently.

Soon, as if the monster had seen something, its long tongue licked the pus back into its mouth, let out a weird laugh at the door, and disappeared from Su Mu's field of vision.

[What alien shape? Scared Lao Tzu wilted at a critical time! 】

[To be honest, it looks a little curious, and when it suddenly pops out of the anchor's field of vision, the back of my head is cold. 】

[Do you want to open the door to try to open the door to kill? ] (Dog's Head)】

[Support the anchor to kill the alien monster with justice! ] 】

......

[Detected that the player "Su Mu" dungeon world has entered the official stage, and the live broadcast push has begun.] 】

Su Mu rubbed his ravaged ears and was expressionless.

Aliens, don't get caught by me figuring out the rules.

Opening the gate, the moon lantern floated on Su Mu's shoulder, Su Mu looked at the outside of the gate, and the clear scratches on it were visible to the naked eye.

However, this was not the focus of Su Mu's attention, and the alien monster just now did not interrupt his train of thought.

Looking at the deep corridor, he confirmed that the black charcoal key of the door was put into his pocket, and Su Mu closed the door.

At this time, it happened to be sunset outside, and he wanted to go out and try it.

Su Mu's footsteps sounded in the silent corridor, there was no light in the corridor, only a thin slit window let in the light from the outside, at this time the sun was almost setting, and the corridor was also pitch black.

When he walked to the fifth floor, Su Mu paused, looked at the iron gate that was indistinguishable from his own gate, and remembered the nursery rhyme.

[The neighbors of Building 5 never scream]

Compared with the descriptions of the other four buildings, only the fifth building is a little confusing, and it seems that there is some mystery hidden.

Looking at the tightly closed iron door, Su Mu hesitated.

[My eyes can see what's inside this door]

[Fraud Reality Judgment .....]

[Judgment Success!] 】

“？？！”

Unexpectedly, it worked? This was a bit unexpected for Su Mu.

Originally, he thought that he would collide with the rules of the dungeon and then have a high probability of failure....

However, at this moment, he didn't care why, and his eyes penetrated the door to see the scene inside.

“.......”

Two seconds later, Su Mu frowned tightly and dissipated the reality of fraud this time.

Inside, empty?

Is there no one or a monster on the fifth floor?

Thinking of this, Su Mu's figure quickly reached the fourth floor, which was not as dead and silent as the fifth floor, and occasionally he could hear the sound of a kitchen gas stove lighting inside, which should be cooking.

[Fraud Reality Judgment .....]

[Judgment Success!] 】

There was no failure in the judgment, and Su Mu's gaze searched inward, until he swept the moment when he swept the existence of a cyst with a horse spoon.

“！”

In an instant, Su Mu's fraudulent reality dissipated in an instant, and Su Mu's head broke out in a cold sweat.

"That guy?!"

The consumption of mental power is not large, and more of an extremely uncomfortable feeling appears in Su Mu's brain.

It's like eating stinky tofu that has been spoiled for three years, and it makes people look a little dazed.

Su Mu hunched over and rubbed his temples vigorously.

It was as if he had seen countless roaring monsters in that being! A thick malice enveloped his spirit along his gaze!

[What's wrong with the anchor? 】

[Are you going to vomit when you look at the door?] Or is it that the anchor should be aware of what the ability to discover? 】

[Just came in, is this a spit broadcast? ] 】

On the barrage, most of the audience has now tacitly acquiesced that Su Mu's talent characteristics or equipment props are perceptual, and it is very likely that the lamp floating on Su Mu's shoulder.

Su Mu's adaptability was very fast, and he quickly walked out of his discomfort, looking at the door on the fourth floor with a helpless smile.

Sometimes he really doesn't know if the sequence space is deliberate, and the novice copy has a moth, and there is an accident of I.

And this time, he always felt that this copy would be very troublesome.

"I'm fine, the anchor was performing performance art just now."

A grinning expression appeared on Su Mu's face, as if nothing had happened.

[Performance art, understood! 】

He didn't rush to test the rest of the floors, and soon Su Mu walked to the first floor without any obstacles.

The sound of constantly smashing furniture inside was still there, Su Mu didn't pay attention to it, but looked at the figure standing at the door of the apartment not far away.

"Brother Feng, haven't you left yet?"

Feng Daqiang leaned against the door of the apartment, and was obviously not very surprised to see Su Mu coming down from the stairs, and grinned.

"Not yet, I'm waiting for you."