Li Xia's face turned pale, and the blood around her body seemed to stop flowing, she stretched out her hand and grabbed it aimlessly, her body constantly probing into the unfathomable Black Sea.

"Snow cold?! Snow Chill··· Snow Chill..."

"Are you crazy?!"

Leacher grabbed Richa by the hair and threw her down the hall.

"Come close the door, don't let people fall down again!"

He gave orders to the crowd, and he walked to the back of the door first.

"What a clumsy acting! In that case, you can still take the opportunity to kill people, and your heart is really good..."

Sang Ziqing propped his arms on his knees and looked at the man behind the door expressionlessly.

The priest beside him, his sunken zombie-like eyes darkening and darkening, staggered back to the hall with the cross in his hand, kneeling in front of the smashed statue of the goddess, praying silently.

Yang Zijie and Litchell were left and right, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move the gate in the slightest.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

"The ark we thought was actually Pandora's box, and no one could escape it now!" Litchell roared.

Suddenly, the thunder in the sky exploded, like a galloping horse, lightning tore the sky, and a fire dragon flew all over the sky.

"Curse... The curse is coming! And this, the Devil's Whisper! ”

The priest placed the Bible on his knees, clasped his hands on the cross and prayed, and his skin began to show burning scars and swells.

A chaotic sound sounded in his ears, tickling at the auditory nerves, and suddenly, as if his soul had been drained, his eyes turned white and he fell straight down.

With the priest unconscious, everything around him returned to calm.

Leacher slowly left the scene with a sobbing Lixia, and the woman's limp body could not exert the slightest strength, her legs drooped on the ground, and she was forcibly dragged and walked slowly.

Yang Zijie picked up the priest, and with some effort, he also got into the narrow entrance.

Only the down-and-out aristocratic Lou Yijie remained in the hall, and the lazy woman who couldn't even speak.

After looking around blankly, Louise Jie walked through the entrance and returned to the room.

There were tears in her eyes that had not yet been wiped away.

Is the meaning of these tears born from the boundless fear, or from the burning pain of the skin, or from the grief of the loss of a companion?

Sang Ziqing didn't know.

But he clearly understood that there was no strong affection between these people at all, except for the physical relationship that Li Xia had worked so hard to support, everything else was fragile and vulnerable.

He recalled the demonic hand behind Xie Xuehan, and the grotesque commotion hidden in his heart sprouted little by little.

Since there is no order to punish the perpetrators of capital punishment, then we meek lambs are destined to become the mouths of others.

Rules, what an amiable and respectable fence, but in this verbally agreed sheepfold, there is no enforcer like a shepherd!

"Giggles, no!" Sang Ziqing gritted his teeth and whispered.

He clenched his fists, and the seeds of suspicion that had been planted in his heart for a long time gradually grew wildly.

"Aren't you leaving?" He walked over to the woman and asked softly.

"I'm tired..."

is still a lifeless face, so lazy that it looks like it doesn't matter to life and death.

"I'll send you."

"Huh?! If you want..."

Sang Ziqing lifted the woman up and walked towards room six, the two of them also burned with scars, and they were also silent, as if they were dead creatures that didn't know the pain.

He placed the woman on the bed and prepared to push the door open.

"Can you pour me a glass of water? The cup is on the table. ”

Sang Ziqing looked in the direction of the woman's finger, and the cup was no more than three feet away from her.

"Of course, ma'am."

He took the cup and headed for the bathroom.

There were no water boiling appliances in the castle, and after the supermarket's purified water was emptied, everyone relied on water in the restrooms.

No one knows where this water comes from.

"Ma'am, this water is really smelly, and there is some precipitated dirt, this is not good, I need to take another glass."

In the bathroom, there was the sound of cups flushing, and the slight stirring.

Sang Ziqing handed the water cup forward, but there were still fine particles of dust floating in the untreated water.

The woman drank it casually and placed the cup at the head of the bed.

"It's really stinky, and it's a little bitter, but it's also a relief for the urgent need."

"Please come back, take the door for me."

Sang Ziqing smiled helplessly, took a cup and refilled the water.

"It's better like this, you can get up and run again."

"You're such a nice person!"

Sang Ziqing withdrew from room six with a sigh of praise.

After closing the door, his back was pressed against the door, his hands clutching his head, and his mind was full of fat shaking in her throat when a lazy woman drank water.

He stroked his chest, trying to free himself from a depressing atmosphere, but unexpectedly, the sound in his ears echoed again.

The voice of an angel, the indescribable voice...

As his voice gradually became clear and brighter, Sang Ziqing's eyes became more and more fierce and cunning, he covered his mouth and fell to his knees, his heart beating like a sound on a dance floor in the middle of the night.

His fingers were clasped into his mouth, and the corners of his mouth that couldn't stop rising were pulled down desperately, and his trembling body shook so that the door of Room No. 6 made frequent collision sounds, but the woman in the room had already fallen asleep.

The hall where the forbidden door was opened was considered a cursed place, and almost no one would ever set foot in it again.

In room eight, there was also a non-stop quarrel between Lixia and Leacher.

In room three, Yang Zijie took care of the elderly priest.

Rooms 7 and 11 are still empty.

Sang Ziqing sat in front of the hall door, his legs soaked in the black seawater.

Sea water and waves, black and white.

He held his face, smelled the salty and foul-smelling sea breeze, and was in a daze from noon until the clock rang at six o'clock.

In the evening, it was as dark as usual.

No one knows where the morning sunlight coming through the windows comes from.

Sang Ziqing was still in a daze, and suddenly, the strange scene shook his tortured nerves again.

I saw that where Xie Xuehan was drowning, a few bubbles popped up at once, and then the sea water surged like a boil.

In the white foam that rises up, a dazzling bright red comes into view.

Sang Ziqing tentatively touched and grabbed the device hiding in the white foam.

It was Xie Xuehan's house card and key with "4" written on it in gold paint.

"Sure enough, sure enough, they heard, they heard..."

Sang Ziqing continued to break his thoughts, and his clenched teeth squeezed so that blood burst out from his gums.

He shook his body, shook his head like crazy, his hooked claws left a few bloody marks on his face, and his wet legs and feet were covered with white dead skin.

He grabbed the bronze axe from the ruins and dragged it towards the room.

Sang Ziqing, who lost room nine, chose to stay in room two where Maggie Noche lived before his death.

In addition to the delicate short blade that he cared for, he placed the bronze axe next to the bed on his right hand side, hoping that in special situations, he could hold the handle quickly and accurately.

After taking care of the defensive measures of the door as always, Sang Ziqing lay down on the bed and waited for the night to come.

"Good dreams! You're tired today! He muttered to himself.