If it weren't for the surrounding environment spreading out in front of him, Su Nanzhi wouldn't have felt that he had changed planes.

The buildings in this place look old and dilapidated, with a layer of ash on the stone brick walls, and only two colors from the sky to the ground, gray and black.

Everything is silent, and there is no life.

No figure in sight, and no game information.

It was discussed before, and if you don't get together when you enter the game, you will leave a mark and go to the middle.

Su Nanzhi walked alone on the gray street, obviously there was no wind blowing, but his back was always cold and wanted to rush up, and when he turned around, he couldn't see anything.

The place was lifeless, and the fluttering branches resembled a thick handful of long black hair.

Tick – tick – tick –

It was not rain that fell, but a biting red liquid, which seemed to be drained of all the temperature of the body and dull in the heart.

It's resentment.

Su Nanzhi turned her head and ran to the nearest eaves, she watched the liquid fall from the sky, smashing on the ground without leaving a trace, only to feel indescribably weird and gloomy.

As soon as the peachwood sword was taken out, it was losing its attrition, and it was distressing.

The resentment and death here have been eroding the peachwood sword, and the same is true for people, this erosion is a long stream, there is nowhere to hide, and the longer you stay, the more dangerous it becomes.

Knock –

Behind the door, it looks like something has been blown down by the wind, but where does the wind come from here?

Su Nanzhi raised his hand and pushed the door open, and the squeak of disrepair sounded uncomfortable, like the struggle of a dying man unwilling to spit out the last breath in his throat, and like a sigh of resentment to the extreme.

What's really going on here?

It can make people feel so uncomfortable.

The moment the door opened, the cold smell and dust came to the face, and the space behind the door was large, and the folds on the white cloth were particularly dazzling and abrupt in such a messy and gloomy place.

Crunch-squeak-

The sound from inside dragged on for a long time, and the end was a little distorted.

Su Nanzhi paused, stepped on something, slowly lifted the white cloth and saw that it was a doll arm that didn't know what texture, the proportions were the same as real people, lifelike, like it would come to life at any time.

The voices inside were still ringing, as if urging her to go in and have a look.

Su Nanzhi's footsteps were very light, but in a too quiet environment, no matter how careful she was, there would be a slight sound to follow her steps.

Behind the table that flipped over, with her back to her stood a woman, no, not a person.

Sunan Zhi took the peachwood sword in his hand, and just took a step forward, it turned around.

On the gray and blackened face, the upper and lower lips were roughly stitched together, and the blood on the line had coagulated, but it was still smiling, and the corners of the mouth were pulling the threads, and the wound was expanding little by little.

It's like there's an invisible person controlling its expression, and what's even worse is that in Sunanzhi's eyes, this spirit looks exactly like himself.

"It's—it's coming—"

The stitched lips forcibly opened to speak, leaving black flesh on the silk threads.

In front of his face, looking at this strange scene, he responded to everyone.

Su Nanzhi wanted to ask something, but looking at its sewn mouth, he felt that he had nowhere to start.

The puppet with empty eyes suddenly looked at Su Nanzhi, and his expression became evil and gloomy, and it was at this time that Su Nanzhi saw the silk thread behind it.

I saw it violently break free from the fixation of the silk threads, and the sound of the silk threads passing through the flesh seemed to be in the ears, but those silk threads were not real objects, they came and went in the air, and they could only be seen accurately by perceiving with their abilities.

Sunan Zhi frowned, and when he raised his eyes again, he found that his surroundings were already full of sharp and interlaced silk threads.

(End of chapter)