The world returned to normal, and even the choppy black ocean reined in its arrogance.

Sang Ziqing's ten fingers were full of torn hair, the top of his head was bald and red, and the blood oozing out was bright red and bright.

There was a burning sensation on the top of his head, and the nerves were like pins and needles.

He held his breath and cautiously tentatively approached the entrance.

The loud sound of tentacles wreaking havoc was replaced by the faint sound of sobbing.

In the dimly lit corridor, broken tentacles and shredded flesh smeared the walls, and dark purple unknown liquid enveloped the moss in the corners, smearing the portraits.

The tentacles that were still wriggling and dying had smooth and neat cuts.

The priest's body, encased in pieces of flesh, was dismembered, and limbs and parts of his body were scattered to the ground.

The smell of the entire hallway was unbearable.

And in this apocalyptic scene, a teenager is hiding his face and crying.

"Why... Why? ”

"I didn't listen to the devil's whispers, but I still became a monster..."

In the huge lump on Yang Zijie's back, the narrow blade slowly contracted towards his body.

The skin on his arm festered, his bones exposed, and his five fingers turned into knives that pierced between his eyebrows.

Sang Ziqing instantly understood the reason for the priest's tragic situation.

He was trembling, his legs almost unable to support his body.

The young man who knelt on the ground in front of him seemed to be an even more vicious and terrible devil.

Finally, he mustered up the courage to step on the chopped pieces of rotten meat, and walked towards Yang Zijie step by step.

The panicked teenager was hugged tightly from behind.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Sang Ziqing whispered in his ear.

"But am I still me?"

Yang Zijie looked at the rotten hands, forming a layer of silver-gray dark barriers, which were condensed and hardened little by little.

"As long as your will is still there, you will always be Yang Zijie!"

"Didn't you save yourself from the priest's hands? Of course it saved me..."

Sang Ziqing dragged Yang Zijie back and looked directly into his dull eyes.

It's so hard!

Sang Ziqing didn't seem to be grabbing Yang Zijie's shoulder, but steel.

This kid's body is rapidly tempering!

"Monsters, monsters more terrifying than priests..."

The repeated words swirled wildly in Sang Ziqing's mind, but he still soothed the panicked teenager with a firm look.

Yang Zijie was stunned and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his arm.

There was a clanging of swords clashing.

The two of them frowned together.

The sound was as abrasive as the screech of scratching a chalkboard.

"Even the most determined priest has fallen, I really don't know what will happen next!"

Yang Zijie held the claws of steel high, trying to use his consciousness to suspend the speed of tempering.

The hand, which was so cold that it had no temperature, flashed a mild flesh color for a moment, and then turned into hard steel again.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the situation is not as bad as I thought.

The steeled body can still return to the flesh and blood of a normal person.

It is better to say that the decaying flesh that has faded at this time is a kind of upgrading of the body.

"Anyway, thank you... You were desperate to save me, even in the face of such a horrible monster. Yang Zijie said with a smile.

"Ahh

Sang Ziqing replied resignedly, still clutching the black cloth torn from the collar in his hand.

"Even the priest is dead, and there are only 5 survivors......"

Yang Zijie looked melancholy and said with a heavy heart.

"Mr. Seven and Mr. Eleven, who have disappeared for three days, is it really possible to be alive?"

"You mean ......"

"There's no sound in their room."

Sang Ziqing turned his head and glanced at the door of the room, which was full of flesh and blood.

"You have to make sure, don't care if you're polite or not, you're in just the right state." He suggested.

Yang Zijie looked at the upgraded body and nodded thoughtfully.

Can this really be called a curse?

It feels more like a gift, but why is the priest like that?

He raised his sharp claws and tore at Door Seven.

The jujube red door, leaving five narrow cracks, returned to its original state in a blink of an eye.

"What kind of material is this door?! Father Priest's tentacles can be easily destroyed, but I can't do anything about it?"

Faced with Yang Zijie's question, Sang Ziqing was speechless.

Only the owner of the room has the right to control the room. This is the rule here.

"Maybe there's something we don't understand, and it's dominating here......"

Sang Ziqing muttered, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or responding to Yang Zijie's question.

"These tentacles don't know what it tastes like, we're short of food right now!"

Yang Zijie picked up a piece of writhing minced meat and held it up in front of his eyes to stare at it.

Then, the flesh split into several pieces and slashed between the boy's sharp steel fingers.

"Wait until you're hungry until it's dark! I don't want to put wriggling stuff in my mouth anymore. ”

Sang Ziqing recalled the bad scene when he ate crispy noodles, and couldn't help but feel sick.

"Leacher's body hasn't been disposed of yet, there's more to do, the filthy hallway, the headless Lou Yijie, and the priest ......"

"Indeed!"

Sang Ziqing agreed without thinking.

Sleeping in this environment, it is estimated that you will wake up in the middle of the night.

And that damn nightmare that intrudes on people's peace every night.

"Eleven rooms, eleven dreams, how many more torments do you have to endure?"

Sang Ziqing fiddled with his fingers, looking distressed.

"Did you say anything?"

"Nope."

"Your hairstyle, well... Very good! ”

Sang Ziqing touched the bald spots on his head and fell into deep thought.

The sound of steel clashing was beating at his heart all the time.

"If the only three people left are eliminating, will the final mutation be considered to add some fuel to the progress?"

"The priest's tentacles, Yang Zijie's tempering, and his own inexplicable silk thread..."

Sang Ziqing clenched his fists violently.

"Hey, Sang Ziqing, don't stand stupidly, come and help."

A broom was thrown into Sang Ziqing's hand.

"Actually, there is no need to deal with these things at all, after the priest's room disappears, these filths will naturally disappear, like a goddess relief on the fireplace..."

He walked towards room three.

The priest's room was elegantly furnished, with a piano that looked expensive, a variety of other instruments hanging on the walls, and a faint smell of coffee in the thick of blood.

Bookcases full of books, astronomy and geography, philosophy, occultism, religion, pretty much everything.

is obviously a priest, but the knowledge he covers is very broad, and even includes atheism that completely subverts his beliefs.

A Bible with a black and gold cover is placed in the center of the desk.

A notebook that looks like some years, with the name and surname of "Turang Booman Knoch" written on the dusk cover.

"I don't ask for my family's forgiveness anymore... I'm glad I'm an atheist..."

Sang Ziqing gradually recalled the contents of Ms. No. 2's diary.

"What a kind and kind ...... Father?"