It was Litchell who pushed the door in.

He looked at the nervous two and quipped in a contemptuous tone:

"What's wrong, you look like you see your wife cheating on the gentleman next door? Ah, I'm kidding, you're like pigeons swept by a machine gun!"

Leacher walked past the two and sat down on the cash register, glancing behind him.

"Where did you put that fat man? Hopefully he didn't stink and we didn't have much food, although I don't like greasy food. If it weren't for the violent maniac, we would have put him in the freezer a long time ago. ”

The pupils of the two men shrank sharply as Litchell spoke.

The body of the fat clerk is gone...

"He did rot and stink, and we dealt with him, and it smelled good." Sang Ziqing replied calmly.

Leacher's viper-like turquoise eyes bit Sang Ziqing and asked in a ferocious tone that was almost threatening:

"Where did you put it, there is no such thing as a backyard in this manor, could it be that you put him in the wall?"

"We buried him in the courtyard in front of the gate, there was a nice garden, but we still couldn't get out..."

Yang Zijie saw that Sang Ziqing was silent, so he opened his mouth to relieve the siege.

"In front of the door, that damn door can finally be opened? Oh~ You're really a lucky star, damn it, why isn't the one who is destined to be me? ”

Litchell snapped his fingers and stepped on a messy dance move, splitting sometimes with joy and sometimes with rage.

"Let's go, tell everyone about it. Our captivity is over. He said excitedly, gritting his teeth.

Litchell paced cheerfully and hopped towards the bedroom.

"What to do, I didn't mean to pull you into the water, I'm just too nervous." Sang Ziqing said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I don't know what's outside that door, and even if we can't open it now, no one can prove that we really couldn't open it before."

Yang Zijie showed a reassuring hearty smile and patted Sang Ziqing's shoulder comfortingly.

Not long after Leacher was out, a long, shrill roar of fear broke the dead silence of the castle.

The two followed the sound and saw that the corridor was already full of people, except for the owners of No. 7 and No. 11, who had never seen faces, all the other members were there.

Lou Yijie, who looked like a down-and-out aristocracy, collapsed to the ground, her thin and yellow fingers trembling and pointing forward.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the pale yellow and dark wallpaper.

Room Nine, gone.

In the corners of the corridor, opposite room ten, only thick and solid walls remain.

Leacher ran out of his room in embarrassment, shaking his head helplessly:

"The hollow wall has become a solid solid wall, unusually strong, and feels like an impregnable mountain."

Everyone was silent, and there was only dead silence left on the scene.

"Be happy, we can get out, these two guys opened the gates of the castle. We can get out of this damn place. Oh~ I hope we will have communication in the future, you have greatly improved my mate selection standards! ”

Litchell put his arm around Lixia's waist, and the two of them walked towards the hall ambiguously.

"Go check it out, it's time to finish. Amen! The priest made a cross on his chest and led the people out.

Sang Ziqing followed in the back row of the team and deliberately slowed down.

When everyone left, he put his ears in front of the eleventh door, and there was no sound inside, not snoring, not even breathing, and the needle could be heard.

The same is true of Room 7 in front, where the angry people and misers in the story seem to have evaporated from the world, without the breath of existence.

Sang Ziqing swallowed his saliva and walked to the hall in a nervous mood.

If the door is still closed, I don't know what kind of war of words I will face.

This kind of high-pressure terror suddenly gives people hope and then single-handedly extinguishes it, which is completely disgusting and indignant.

Hopefully, they won't beat themselves to death like they did with fat people, and end up refrigerated in the freezer as reserve food.

The quaint and solemn gate was full of people, seven hands of different heights pushed against the door, and awkward shouts echoed in the hall.

The gate remained unmoved.

"Where the hell are you dying, come and help Lao Tzu! You two damn things, how did you open them before? ”

Litchell blushed and roared breathlessly.

Sang Ziqing found a position in the middle and squeezed in.

How is it possible to open it? It's just a nonsense lie that blurted out without thinking...

He placed his hand lightly on the door, feigning force.

Suddenly, the closed door shook as if it had been inspired by something, and fine dust and quicksand poured down, and everyone retreated in horror.

Their shocked eyes were mixed with a crazy joy of escaping.

Their eyes widened, their breathing was rapid, and their chests rose and fell wildly.

Finally, with a dull loud noise, the doors on both sides pressed against the walls of the hall, and the huge commotion, like a giant hammer, instantly shattered the hopes of several people.

Outside the door, there is an endless black ocean.

Countless huge purple-cyan tentacles rose into the sky, reaching into the sky, twitching and writhing, setting off huge waves from time to time.

In the white foam of the black sea, huge white worms tumbled and surged, and they had countless crooked hollow eyes.

The bat demons flying in the dark sky let out a long chirping, and among the black clouds, occasional thunder and anger slashed several black figures into the sea.

This manor, like an isolated island, floats above the endless Black Sea, living in a paradise infested with monsters.

"Hahaha..."

The tiny human who fell to his knees let out a desperate maniac laugh.

Sang Ziqing leaned on the door frame and reached into the seawater.

A bone-chilling sensation swept through the palm of his hand.

A school of black and white swimming fish was disturbed and quickly dispersed.

After a while, a few brave swimming fish came back tentatively, they gathered between Sang Ziqing's index finger and ring finger, constantly shuttling back and forth, sometimes staying for a moment, shaking their bodies up and down, as if they were bowing down sincerely.

Sang Ziqing used a little force to grab three strange striped swimming fish.

The fish struggled in the palm of its hand for a moment, and then it turned into a foamy shadow.

A vague and heavy memory suddenly hit his mind.

He got up, tossed the water from his hands, and walked unsettled to the center of the hall, where he sat down on a leather couch.

The few remaining people were still hovering at the edge of the abyss, kneeling neatly above the Black Sea like pilgrims.

Suddenly, Sang Ziqing clearly noticed that Leacher's hand was slowly placed behind Xie Xuehan.

Sang Ziqing's eyes widened wider and wider, and the bulging eyeballs were about to squeeze out of their sockets.

"Plop"!

In the Black Sea, a petite figure suddenly fell in, and was instantly engulfed by the white waves.

Xie Xuehan struggled in the water in a panic, but his body seemed to be tied to a lead stone and fell straight down.

As soon as Yang Zijie came back to his senses, and before he was ready to jump, a pair of white bones that were still warm and moist appeared on the surface of the sea.

Flesh and blood, organs, are gnawed away.

Then, a strange-looking fish with a spiny head jumped high, dragging the skeleton and sinking into the sea, leaving a cloud of blue-white foam on the black and oppressive sea.