If you put another one on it, you won't be able to carry it until the end of the game.

The props can resist for half an hour, but there are still more than 20 hours before the end of the game, and Yang Wenjiao's palms and backs of his hands are cold sweat.

He really misses that kind female ghost who is willing to help the player.

"Brother Zhuang! Door, door." Yang Wenjiao's eyes widened suddenly, and the rune paper behind the door was blackening at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

At this speed, not to mention half an hour, it is difficult to take five minutes.

Zhuang Wenlin had seen it long before he could open his mouth, not only the rune paper, but also the temperature was dropping rapidly, as if the power of the resentful spirit was suddenly advancing by leaps and bounds.

He didn't have the extra energy to think about the reason, he had to hurry up and find a way, such a terrible force, I'm afraid they would all die here.

——

The silky black mist continued to seep into Sunanzhi, and her whole body seemed to be split in half, resisting hard while being uncontrollably affected by their resentment.

She wanted to find out the purpose of the thing, and the thing was also using it to calculate her, and holding on to it wouldn't change anything, it was just delaying time.

The cold breath made her breathless, and her brain and chest were throbbing.

Can't wait for her teammates to come to the rescue, she has to do something, Su Nanzhi forced herself to calm down and began to sort out the clues.

That thing wasn't a spirit from the Asylum, and some of its minds came here, most likely using the same power of the wraith, but the rules of the game limited its power.

The passage is in the seriously ill area, and since it doesn't belong here, it must need the power here.

It's the man in my memory!

Su Nanzhi struggled to take out the pocket watch from the space, the air in her chest became less and less, and she could no longer control her strength.

After a while, the slight sound of a pointer walking appeared in the space.

The cold around her spread back a few steps, and Su Nanzhi took the opportunity to break free from the shackles of the resentful spirits, and the power of the purification skill spread outward with her as the center, colliding with the black mist gathered by the resentful spirits in the air.

In the critical area before, she still had concerns, afraid that things would invade her consciousness, but now that this is the case, what else is there to worry about, she has the ability to follow her back to the system space.

Su Nanzhi slowly raised his eyes, his somewhat pale face was cold, "You should hate it, but we don't want to die either." ”

As the words fell, the faint pale green fluorescence around her unstoppably expanded outward and seeped into the black mist, and terrible screams came out of the darkness one after another.

Su Nanzhi said to himself, "You are in my consciousness, and I can also use your power. ”

The black mist screamed and retreated, and Su Nanzhi walked step by step towards the exit that appeared in front of her, her life slowly passed under the erosion of the ghost qi, and the pocket watch she held in her hand was still walking, and her speed suddenly increased in the end.

The purpose of the thing she died was really achieved, so the opportunity just now was also a trap, and it was waiting for her to have no choice but to gamble her life.

Su Nanzhi knew her calculations very well in her heart, but she still chose to break the game.

When the confinement room was opened, it was still dark outside, and the hands of the pocket watch stopped at this time, and the time was one o'clock in the morning.

Either the time of the girl's death, or the time of the death of the owner of the pocket watch.

A figure gradually appeared in the black mist, and the pale and handsome face was the man who killed all the nurses and doctors in the insane asylum in his memory.

It looked at Su Nanzhi, and its eyes changed from surprise to coldness.

The person in front of him is not the person it waits for.

It's hard to see hope turn to despair, and there's nothing more devastating.

(End of chapter)