As night falls, the gloomy castle seems more and more secluded.

Sang Ziqing, as always, put the window and bed on the door, and did the corresponding precautions.

He held the short knife and lay on the bed.

The table lamp that was smashed out was still usable, but the circuit was damaged and flickered frequently.

Flickering and flickering, there is an atmosphere in a horror movie.

Sang Ziqing closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually sank, hypnotic, and soon he entered a dream.

Evil and strange nightmares are overwhelming, and in the dream, Sang Ziqing is on the edge of a pit, staring at the bottomless terrifying pit.

Suddenly, someone pushed him hard behind him, sending him into the bottomless abyss.

A disgusting black hollow, piled up with eerie bones that had been eaten away, snakes, insects, rats and ants scurrying underneath them.

Sang Ziqing clearly saw that at the edge of the cave entrance, a black-skinned kobold man holding a steel fork was dancing incongruously.

It dumped the black mud into the hole and watched with joy as the snakes and insects crawled on Sang Ziqing's body.

The smell of mud is strange and varied. The rancid, fishy, and foul smell of urine gathered all kinds of vicious stenches from all over the world, all stirred together to form this shapeless black slurry.

Sang Ziqing tore off the snakes and insects on his body and climbed up the wall of the cave, this idea disappeared from his mind after he climbed three or four meters.

He looked at the entrance of the cave, behind the kobold, and there was an even greater terror.

Three black figures clustered together, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the water surrounding the entrance of the cave, and their eyes were full of doubt, disdain, suspicion, and piercing indifference.

Sang Ziqing subconsciously stretched out his hand, but was slapped to the ground by the other big hand that reached into the hole.

The black mud wrapped him tightly, and his hands were waving and swinging weakly in the air.

Suddenly, the big hand reached into the hole again and grabbed Sang Ziqing, who was covered in mud, out.

The three hands kept rubbing back and forth, and for a moment, the boy and the black slurry were crumpled together.

His limbs were curled up together, the bones around him were crumbled, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, and even his breathing became difficult.

He became the black ball, the pitch-black particle of rat.

With huge shadows and disappointed expressions on their faces, they shook their heads lightly, their ugly mouthparts opening out one by one on their bodies.

They have mouths all over them! Mouth full of tongues! There was a sharp and piercing terrifying sound, which hit Sang Ziqing's body and mind all at once.

Sang Ziqing struggled weakly, shaking the black ball and rolling desperately, he fled into a dark and damp cave and sealed himself off.

Outside the cave, there was still a clamor in the sky, and the confused notes swirled into a colorful storm, but the kobold, with his black hair faded and his white wings, circled excitedly in the air.

"It's just a dream, you can't fool me!"

"It's just a dream..."

Sang Ziqing comforted himself softly,

It is your own body that suffers, but it is like witnessing the stories of others.

When Sang Ziqing got up, the faint light had already shone into the house.

Outside the room was unusually quiet, there was no commotion, and even the rats crawling in the walls became unusually well-behaved.

The people here were really in awe of the curse of the castle, as Yang Zijie had said, and few people came out of the room except for the distribution of food at noon and the gathering at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Last night's nightmare still lingers in my mind, but compared to the various panics I experienced yesterday, this strange dream always seems unreal.

After a nightmare, Sang Ziqing's complexion did not continue to be haggard, and he was a little glad that Zuo Ye Lixia did not attack him at night as he said yesterday.

Or the glamorous and charming woman may also be upset that she couldn't get in last night.

Sang Ziqing looked at the stacked windows, cabinets, and the bed under him at the door, and smiled.

After all, he doesn't have such an outstanding character, and he still thinks about good things with people when he is alive and dead, and the medicine in room No. 2 has already given him a blow to the head.

Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic?

No, all I have to do is live.

After clearing the obstacle at the door, Sang Ziqing quietly leaned out, the corridor was empty, and there was a loud snoring from Leacher next door.

Sometimes Sang Ziqing will wonder how these tenants spend the day, of course, this doubt does not involve Zuo Ye Lixia at all, this succubus-like woman seems to have a ** that is never satisfied, never satisfied, and runs in different rooms every night.

Sang Ziqing clenched the short knife and tiptoed out of the door, the knife emitting a chilling cold light under his careful care.

He returned to the supermarket, which was out of place with the castle décor, and crouched down in front of the fat man's corpse. The bloated clerk had been dead for no apparent amount of time, and his body had not changed since yesterday, showing no signs of further decomposition.

Sang Ziqing used a short knife to cut the fat man's belly, and used the knife to pick open the flesh full of fat.

What gets into the eyes is undigested food, broken intestines and stomachs, and other organs that have lost their vitality.

An unknown porridge-like fluid mixed with dark red blood slowly poured out of the wound.

Sang Ziqing retreated one after another, hitting the aluminum shelf that he couldn't move.

"You're right." Yang Zijie was elusive, and he didn't know when he stood at the door of the supermarket.

"When his stomach was full, he was kicked in the stomach."

"Who did it to just let him lie here?" Sang Ziqing still felt a little incredible.

Now that there has been a death, shouldn't we join hands to fight the murderous madman? Why does everyone take it for granted, like this fat man should have died a long time ago?

The sour and rancid stench gradually rushed to Sang Ziqing's mind, and the vivid and bad stimulation made him clear his mind at once.

He stared at the food scraps on his belly and asked with a frightened face:

"This guy doesn't keep his promises, he often eats secretly, and he eats a lot of food. So someone grabbed him and kicked him in the stomach. And you, because of the distribution of food, accepted this atrocity as a matter of course? Even if you are apprehensive, will the abuser one day put a knife on your neck? ”

"No!" Yang Zijie roared angrily, as if he was venting his unwillingness.

Sang Ziqing clenched the knife in his hand.

"Obviously, I can negotiate well, I've made a lot of attempts, but these guys are simply unreasonable!"

Yang Zijie said indignantly, stroking the aluminum shelves with his hands.

"Hey, it looks like someone arrived before us, don't steal it, you bitch!"

There was a curse coming from outside the door.

Yang Zijie quickly turned around and jumped to Sang Ziqing's side.

Sang Ziqing hid the knife in his sleeve, but clearly saw that Yang Zijie's hand was clenched the sharp knife pinned to his waist.