In the darkness, Ji Shang could almost hear the sound of Lin Qing and his wrists dripping blood under him.

She was still struggling, but whether it was the loud sound of her body hitting the floor, or the screams she never stopped, for Ji Shang, it had gradually disappeared.

The only thing that is clear to the ears is the sound of "ticking", "ticking" water.

This intermittent, boring and repetitive sound seemed to have a hypnotic effect, making Ji Shang's heart involuntarily beat with its rhythm.

The eyebrow razor in his hand is sharp, but the blade is short.

If you want to cut a person's throat, you probably need to cut it repeatedly.

Thinking of the tooth-sour sound like a crack when Lin Qinghe cut the back of his hand with a blade before, Ji Shang's heart inexplicably swelled with a little excitement.

That sound...... It's really decompressing.

It's like tearing off a piece of film that sticks to the screen in its entirety, it's like popping all the film bubbles, it's like turning the ratchet wheel of a screwdriver......

If you use to cut Lin Qinghe's elastic neck, the effect should be better, right?

Ji Shang felt that he could hardly resist making a move.

However, at this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly lit up, and the light through the thin fabric broke the darkness in the elevator.

Ji Shang was stunned for a moment, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the push of the catastrophe.

"The Dust Bone Man doesn't seem to realize that you have been deeply lost in the trap created by hating the bride."

"How do you make sure you're still awake when you think someone else is crazy?"

"The sharp blades swing in the darkness, the warm blood soaks the cold eyes, maybe only then will you be able to regain your bearings."

"Now, it's time to choose."

"Do you want to let go of your nature and return to the essence of killing, or do you choose to guard the world against your will and be a pedantic coward?"

"O mortal man, abandon the wretched earthly man, your fate is much more than that......"

Ji Shang was stunned.

The strange killing intent in his heart was still raging, but when the information of the Great Calamity appeared in front of him, it was like a bucket of ice water splashed in his mind.

----What's wrong with me?

Why should I kill her?

No, I just wanted her to stop......

Ji Shang instantly realized the real crisis, just now, he almost used this eyebrow knife to cut Lin Qinghe's throat, just because she was struggling to get rid of herself!

Killing instead of suicide was originally just a joke, but when Ji Shang himself almost did such a thing, he didn't find it funny at all.

Because, in his head, the concept of "killing" seems to be completely obscured.

Covered by intense anger, unwillingness, irritability, and arrogance.

If it weren't for the push of the Great Disaster Era, it is very likely that he would really kill Lin Qinghe with one knife under the blindness of emotions!

Hating a married woman is not without effect on you.

It's just a change of direction!

Ji Shang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the still extreme emotions in his heart, took off the tennis bag behind him with his backhand, and began to count his weapons.

Send the funeral umbrella, the eyeballs, the fox Neidan, and the ring of the tomb ghost......

Nothing seems to be useful!

Swallowing your eyeballs can make you see that you hate to marry a girl, but at the same time, it will also expose you to outside the boundaries and cause more trouble.

You can't take that risk anymore.

Sending a funeral umbrella?

That's what I hated to marry a girl!

Fox Nedan?

This thing can only be used if it can be targeted, and the hatred of the marriage girl has not been revealed so far.

Seeing that Lin Qinghe, who had lost his suppression, had turned over and sat up again, starting a new round of screams, Ji Shang became more and more irritable, and his brain was pounding.

I knew that hating to marry a girl would come so quickly, so I would have chosen a god bone that could deal with it!

Originally, according to the plan, he should have taken advantage of the time window before the marriage girl arrived, and went to extinguish the Chenghuang Eight Wax first!

Although the plan can't keep up with the changes, it's outrageous.

Bai took a hand of Avor's divine bones, but now it is completely useless.

It seems that the only way is to get out of the current situation ---- out of the elevator first!

Ji Shang no longer cares about the crazy Lin Qinghe, now she has no sharp weapons in her hands, no matter how much she tosses, it is impossible to toss herself to death in a short period of time, and she will talk about it later.

He stood up and turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, got up and walked to the elevator door, only to find that the entire elevator floor had been dyed mottled red in the scuffle between him and Lin Qinghe just now.

Even the wall of the elevator was stained with a lot of blood.

Ji Shang chuckled in his heart.

A thought crossed his mind, but he didn't catch it.

He tried to break open the elevator door, but it was as if it had been welded to death, and no matter how hard he tried, both doors did not move.

It doesn't seem to exist in normal space anymore.

That's right, even if you can open the elevator door now, it can't be the stairwell you are familiar with.

Ji Shang angrily slammed the wall, and his palms were shaken to the point that they hurt.

Just then, the phone vibrated again.

It is still the message of the catastrophe.

"The strong-willed Dust Bone Man seems to be free from the grip of the hated daughter, but that doesn't mean you're out of danger."

"This is just an appetizer for her, even if she is a conceited hater of marrying a girl, she doesn't expect to use such a trick to ambush the bones."

"The real killer is already lurking in the small elevator car, and you seem to have found a clue, but you let it slip away from your eyes."

"Pathetic Dust Man, you're still a beginner who has just stepped into the world of ghosts and gods."

"You have enough acumen but not enough experience."

"The ritual of hating the bride is about to be completed, and what can you do......

Ji Shang frowned, and the information of the Great Disaster Chronicle seemed to imply something.

The ceremony that is about to be completed, the cramped elevator car......

And blood all over the ground.

Ji Shang's heart sank.

He suddenly regained his grip on the fleeting inspiration.

Hate to marry a girl.

Sanguine.

Car.

Rite.

This series of words constitutes a common, but strange, intention.

A sedan chair for marriage.

Looking up again, the blood stains in the elevator, unconsciously, had covered the entire ground, and gradually began to extend in the direction of the car roof.

This blood has life.

At the same time, a strange melody suddenly sounded in Ji Shang's ears.

Someone is singing an obscure song with a shrill and suppressed voice.

The singing echoed in the car, as if the "person" who was singing had already stood beside him.

Even, sticking it to his ear.

“…… There are twelve on the Solo tree, and we have the same root and the same girl; Today, the sisters are going to be separated, and they are lonely and widowed when they leave the embroidery building

……”

“…… Solo Shu came to the stage, and my sister was unrelieved; Leave your sister-in-law's house to go, and only come again during the New Year's holidays......"

“…… He cut down a tree to make a sedan chair, and cut a red cloth like a fire; My sister helped you put on your wedding dress and went all the way to the mountains......"

With this strange singing, all the blood in the elevator began to surge rapidly, and almost instantly, the entire elevator was dyed red.

And it was at this moment that Ji Shang suddenly understood the meaning of those lyrics.

Where is the marriage?

That's a funeral!

Wear a red wedding dress for the funeral!

And he and Lin Qinghe were in the blood-red coffin at this time!