Sunan Zhi finally cleared an area, and the darkness invaded again, and at this moment, a strange force appeared silently and climbed up her body out of nowhere, and by the time she realized it, it was too late.

The wraith threw her to the ground, its cold palms falling to her neck, shackling her.

The prop didn't alert the high-level spirits to approach, when did that power come from?

The palm on her neck was slowly tightening, Su Nanzhi struggled hard, her hand was held down and couldn't lift it to swing the peachwood sword, and the glimmer floating around her was her last protective force.

Suddenly, her mind flooded with memories that didn't belong to her.

The sick were subjected to inhuman torture, lost in despair and pain, and their bones were hastily buried, piled up over the years.

They resent everything in this world.

In the midst of the struggle, Sunan realized one thing in a hurry.

No wonder the props didn't come with warning.

The other party has not come, but has always been there, its power is hidden in her consciousness, is it the last time in the critical area, every guard against it, or not to prevent it.

The other party buried a trace of the resentment of the resentful spirit of the madhouse in her consciousness, which was so weak that it was difficult to detect, and the madhouse was already gathering their power, so it was even more difficult to detect.

That resentment was like a dormant seed that would quickly take root and sprout when she weakened after a long period of consumption, and began to occupy her consciousness.

And that thing can be linked to the power of the resentful spirit at any time, and even the system can't detect it, and the resentful spirit of the madhouse is a reasonable existence in this game.

[Wraith's Blessing Reminder: A high-level disguised spirit is approaching you!] The level of danger is 'extremely high'!! 】

Now, it's what comes.

"Don't be reminded! System, system, isn't there a coping program?! Su Nanzhi called in his heart.

She was answered by the voice of the resentful spirit in her ear, "Why?!" ”

"Why sacrifice us? They step on our bones and develop, why! Don't they deserve to die?"

Unlike the other wraiths, this voice is extremely soft, one could even say mild.

The breath of death is getting closer.

"What exactly do you want?" Su Nanzhi was pierced by the memory that invaded his brain, and his head was split.

The pain seemed to be on her, the lobe of the brain, the infectious disease test

So real, so desperate and resentful.

The woman who was sent in by her trusted husband was defined as a mentally ill girl because she was unwilling to obey the family's arrangement, offending ordinary people who were imprisoned in the powerful.

There was also the girl who let the sick go, who described the withering and the withered in the punishment of the madhouse, but in the end she still did not hold on and chose to end her own life.

She died on the eve of the man's return to her, and she didn't have time to say what she wanted.

"Aren't they damned?" The voice was still asking her questions.

Su Nanzhi's eyes were red, and his voice was firm, "Damn." ”

The power behind him was cold and soft, and Su Nanzhi couldn't defeat it, but felt that he was being eroded little by little.

She finally understood the other party's purpose, that thing wanted to use or take away her power.

The madhouse was just a microcosm, and what was happening here was definitely not unique in the same period, she saw it.

"Our bones are piled up in the ground, for ten years, for a hundred years, without liberation, and the data obtained at the cost of our lives and suffering, is used by them."

(End of chapter)