He could only follow his own speculation and integrate into the big array little by little.

But the whole big array is intertwined and wonderful, where can such a formation idiot figure it out?

As the power of yin and yang deepened, layers of sweat beads appeared on the face of the anticipator.

The entire array seemed to be connected to the space.

If there is a slight mistake in the formation breaking, I am afraid that the entire large array will be counterattacked.

And the consequences of the Great Array Counterattack are likely to cause the entire space to begin to collapse.

In that case, neither he nor Seventy-One would be able to escape.

He wiped the sweat on his head and carefully withdrew the energy from the formation.

This kind of thing that is so easy to kill and unfamiliar to him at all, he won't do it.

After drawing out the strength, I didn't want to take a break and recuperate enough energy to continue to think of other ways.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw Seventy-One lying on the ground, his head stuffed into the stairs, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Seventy-One was just a soul body now, and it wasn't surprising that she could easily walk through objects like stairs.

However, she developed a strong curiosity about what she was looking at.

Putting an end to it, he reached out and poked Seventy-One's back.

"Oh, you're done?" Seventy-one asked with a grin as he pulled his head out of the stairs.

"Nope." Stop shook his head and pointed to the steps of the stairs: "I'm just curious, what are you looking at?" ”

"See what?" Seventy-one was a little confused: "I'm chatting with Thirty-Two." ”

"Thirty-two?" Don't remember this name, it appeared in the story just now: "He's here too?" Didn't you say that he entered the end of eternity? ”

"Ahh You're talking about the thirty-two who can talk and move. Seventy-one thought about it seriously, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the stairs: "There have always been two thirty-two, but the one who left can speak, and the one lying below has been sleeping, not talking or moving." ”

"Been sleeping?" In the conversation just now, he had already learned that Seventy-One's understanding of death was very superficial, and he suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked, "Is he also in vain?" ”

"emmm, not before, but recently ......"

Without waiting for Seventy-One to finish speaking, Quan had already stepped forward, pulled Seventy-One behind him with his right hand, and summoned the Yin Yang Lock with his left hand and smashed it towards the stairs in front of him.

The tip of the chain slammed against the stone steps with a bang.

It's crisp and there's a feeling of emptiness.

Several cracks appeared in the stone steps, and the longest crack even spread half of the stone steps.

As expected, although this stone staircase is walked up, both the texture and the feedback from the footsteps are like real big stones.

But inside the stone steps, there is a large space that is hollow.

If it weren't for the immortality of Seventy-One's soul, I don't know how long it would take for this secret to be discovered.

Without hesitation, the second chain smashed down again.

Several cracks had been opened, and bits and pieces of broken stone slag had leaked through the cracks.

A little bit of white stuff peeked out from inside.

The third, the fourth...

The stone steps were completely smashed open, and a pile of white bones was hidden in the hollow of the stone steps.

The white bones were in an extremely distorted posture all over his body, and one could imagine how he had suffered in his life.

Even though it was sealed inside the stone steps, the skeleton's head was still facing straight upwards, and its hollow eye sockets were fixed in one direction.

Don't look in the direction the skeleton is looking, the little bay window is there.

From there, the outside world is reflected in the world, and if the weather is good, there may be a little bit of sunshine shining in.

Putting an end to crouching down, carefully examining the bones in front of him.

He couldn't analyze the cause of Thirty-two's death, because the bones were so fragmentary.

The entire bone was covered with cracked debris and sharp knife marks.

It is unclear which wound caused Thirty-two's death.

It could be one, or it could be everything.

However, the bones of thirty-two also prove the conjecture of Fang Cai.

Because there are many bones on the bones of Thirty-two, which have undergone obvious alienation, and there are two small, not very obvious bone spurs on the back.

It looked like wings that weren't fully developed.

If it weren't for the fact that Thirty-Two's skull was still well preserved, many people might not believe that it was a human skeleton.

He also understood why the souls of the thirty-two and others appeared here in the same way.

He looked up at the deep, long, endless staircase.

Before he died, Thirty-Two told Seventy-One to lie on her stomach and count to the thousandth.

He may already know how to break the game.

After all...... He must have known where he died.

When it was time to prevent the examination of the bones, Seventy-One stood quietly and watched.

She didn't really understand what was going on, but she suddenly realized that this thirty-two might never get up again.

The thirty-two, who could say that he could move, left and never came back.

He said that this is called death, and that death is the end of eternity.

What about the thirty-two who has been sleeping in front of you? Will it also never wake up again?

Is this also the end of eternity?

"Is this also death?" Seventy-one raised his head and looked at Dementia.

Put an end to not talking.

Death was actually very light on him, but because of the difference in their education, he felt that it was difficult for him to explain it to Seventy-One.

So he could only sigh, put his hand on Seventy-One's head, and touched her head.

Seventy-one did not shake off the end, nor did he speak.

She also fell silent.

Relatively wordless.

After knocking on this stone step, he did not stop moving.

He stepped upwards again, the chains in his hands slamming into the second stone staircase again.

Seventy-one followed behind him, without speaking or making any other movements, just standing there, silently watching the stone steps that were not smashed in front of him.

Only the sound of dang, dang, dang smashing the floor echoed in the corridor for a long time.

The second, the third......

It is as if it is tireless, all the way to go, all the way to smash.

Behind him, there was a heap of white bones.

Seventy-one also followed step by step.

The road is full of blood and sins.

Such a tragic situation is a little unbearable even to put an end to it.

There are still a lot of alienations on the bones in front of them.

After walking through one or two hundred stone steps, most of the corpses could hardly see any abnormalities on their bodies.

Many of them only have a knife mark in the throat or heart.

killed with a knife, and the murderer did it quite neatly.

Putting an end to speculation, in order to complete the plan of the final weapon, the Huang family should have found a thousand children to do this experiment.

But to their surprise, in the case of Seventy-One, they succeeded.

What is even more surprising is that they did not continue to reform the remaining children, nor did they put them back.

Instead, they were all killed with a clean knife and buried here.

With the bones of a thousand children, a prison was cast that imprisoned the souls of all children.

Or, their purpose may only be to imprison seventy-one souls, and the rest of the children can be counted as burials.

Why would they do it?

Originally, he didn't think that they might just want to better control Seventy-One's body, so he didn't hesitate to expel the original owner of this body, who might not be obedient.

But now it seems that Eliminate felt another emotion from their actions.

Fear!

That's right, it's fear.

If it weren't for fear, it would have been completely impossible to explain why they had gone to such lengths to seal Seventy-One.

They should not be able to wipe out the soul of Seventy-One, which is why they built this prison that they are not allowed to enter or leave.

Maybe it's also with the psychology of waste utilization, after all, one is also closed here, and a group is also closed.

It might as well be used to set a trap to ambush the intruder.

When I knew that the bones of those thousand people were buried here, I already knew how to break the situation and put an end to it.

It is the bones of a thousand people who build this cage, and the resentment that these souls cannot resolve.

Of course, the main thing is actually seventy-one itself.

All the way up, Fen smashed open the ninety-ninety-ninth stone steps, revealing the white bones inside.

But just before the last stone staircase, he stopped.

Turning around, he put an end to half-squatting, reached out to stop Seventy-One, and pointed downward.

Everywhere he fingers, his eyes were full of sin and blood.

Heinous sin!

Just looking at it like this, you can faintly feel the endless resentment contained in those bones.

Putting an end to a sigh, he talked about the Huang family, the Horror Castle, and his guess to Seventy-One.

Seventy-one didn't refute, didn't interject, she just leaned into her arms, quietly staring at the white bones below.

The former companion lay quietly under the stone steps, holding hands and stepping into the end of eternity.

I have been lonely and miserable for countless years.

Wandering alone in a dark world.

Twenty years have passed.

Seventy-one didn't say whether she was in pain or not, but she couldn't understand what it was like.

The collapse of the world was also experienced when he was ten years old.

So he didn't add any thoughts of his own, but just told Seventy-One everything he guessed about it.

Her childhood playmates all lay here, forming a prison that bound her.

And what caused all this was the Fortress of Horror, which he regarded as a writer and vowed to serve.

Maybe that's what cruelty really means.

After finishing speaking, he didn't speak again, but silently stepped aside.

Whether to stay in your past, or to smash the cage and go to the outside world to see.

This choice had been put an end to by the Lingxiao Dao people, and now he also gave the choice to Seventy-One.

Seventy-one stood there for a long, long time.

She thought of a lot of people.

Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, two hundred and five, thirty-two, and many playmates whose numbers and even appearances have become blurred......

The last appearance of thirty-two seems to have appeared in front of seventy-one again.

She's not stupid, and she's thought of a lot over the years.

But maybe it's just that she doesn't want to admit it.

As she said, it's not just this corridor that binds her, but also herself.

Her past experience was more appropriate to be a prison than here.

Seventy smiled, and she turned and raised her hand to the last step.

Farewell, cage!