In the palace prison of Carroll, there was a dark but red road.

Lamps made of cow and horse heads hung on the dark walls, and the dancing candles made the skeleton look almost alive, which was terrifying.

Here, the prisoners called it a dead end.

As the road moved forward, Fenghua could clearly feel a different, hot heat. It's not fire, it's not magma, it's not a heat wave, it's a heat that seems to burn people's souls.

It's a very depressing feeling.

Fenghua is able to walk freely here due to his majestic spiritual power, except for frowning slightly. But it's bitter, "kelp".

The further I go, the softer my body becomes, like a real kelp.

With instinctive resistance, and deep fear.

Here, he really didn't want to go a second time.

Everyone who comes here will feel an invisible tremble, like a soul protesting.

Obviously, that kind of scene is not very scary, but it will be magnified hundreds of times invisibly, planting a seed of fear in people's hearts.

"Actually, there's nothing delicious in it, so let's go out and eat it again." The pace is getting slower and slower, and the "kelp" is struggling.

"Here we are." Because he fell into the elegance of his own thinking, he did not pay attention to the discomfort of "kelp". At the end of that desperate road, there was actually only a thousand-square-meter blood pool, and the red blood in it carried a scorching temperature.

"The blood here is hotter, is there really an underground volcano down here?" The whole person seemed to have collapsed, although "Kelp" could see that Fenghua's mood seemed to be a little wrong, but he himself was even more wrong.

"There are no volcanoes here." Sitting on a blood-stained stone table, Fenghua found that although there were no jailers, there was still food on the table. grabbed a dry steamed bun that was baked like a biscuit, and bit it down rattle. Although his face was expressionless, he ate with relish.

The sense of disobedience is full.

"No volcano? So how can the blood here be kept at such a high temperature? With the sound of Fenghua eating, "kombu" felt the sensation of numbness on her scalp, and it rushed to the top of her hair.

"There's a monster here that has been bleeding all year round." After chewing a steamed bun, Fenghua slowly spit out such a sentence.

"Kelp" was stunned when she heard this, and then shook her head frantically, "Such a big pool of blood, just a magical beast?" ”

"Where there are underground volcanoes, it is not suitable to build such a large array, because it is unstable. What's more, after the blood leaves the body, it will coagulate regardless of whether the surrounding temperature becomes higher or lower. If the temperature is low, you should know that the blood is dry. And if the temperature is high, that, you know the egg, right? Break it up and put it in a bowl to steam, and it will become a steamed egg. Blood, too, is about the same. Fenghua used a bland voice to say a metaphor that made "kelp" his scalp tingle, and he didn't want to eat eggs anymore!

Through the hair, you can feel the resentment of "kelp", this kind of behavior has successfully entertained the elegance of bad taste.

Sure enough, when you are unhappy, you have to torture and torture others, so that you will be extremely happy.

As for why it's not cool?