In Zhang Lan's home, the living room on the first floor is filled with a lot of bright red.

A large number of fine blood vessels filled the floor of the room, their roots coming from an entity in the middle of the room.

Its body was severed from its waist, and the lower half of its body was missing, and it was here that the blood vessels in the first place came from.

The blood vessels spread all over the floor of the hall, raising the floor of the living room by about two or three centimeters, and those fine blood vessels overlapped layer by layer, covering where there was furniture, and then growing over the furniture, climbing over the table and climbing on the chair, and then covering the floor.

Because of this, there are uneven ups and downs under the bright red blood vessels.

They climbed to the top of the stairs, to the edge of the walls, and the ends of the veins were like creepers, trying to continue growing.

But the blood vessels tried, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

In the corners of the walls, a large amount of wall ash was sprinkled on the ground, giving the fine blood vessels a gray-brown mud effect mixed with tissue fluid.

They tried to climb up the stairs, but after two or three steps, all the veins stopped there, and the veins covered the second step in layers, even as high as the third, but they did not dare to climb up, so they had to stop there.

Back at the source, Chen Qing's gaze lingered under the body of the half-headed entity, and the blood vessels that came out of its body filled the entire abdominal cavity, and from its severed body, it looked like those blood vessels supported it and had not yet fallen.

A semi-circular body, a semi-circular vascular column.

They were as straight as a waterfall, gushing out of that body.

The entity's hands were unusually thin, and it hung in mid-air like eagle talons, pointing in the direction of the gate.

It was emaciated, its face was gone, its eyes were sunken, and its sockets were occupied by a mass of bright red flowing veins.

They intertwined and flowed, giving the head a little bit of life.

"It's ...... What. ”

Jiang Wan looked at the world in front of her, and cold sweat had soaked through her shirt.

"Entities."

"What an entity! No......" Jiang Wan shook her head, covered her forehead and asked, "Why did the entity appear in the Overworld!" ”

Chen Qing was silent for a while, pulled the pendant out of his collar, and pointed to Zhaozhao in mid-air: "Ask her." I've never seen anything like this in my life. ”

She listened to Chen Qing's answer, and her face was equally strange: "In some cases...... Entities in the Backrooms exit the Backrooms through entrances.

The problem is that entities that leave the Backrooms can't survive for long.

After leaving the blessing of the rules, they soon died of weakness. ...... like this"

She pointed to the veins that were still wriggling, frowning a little surprised: "It's the first time I've seen such vitality." ”

Chen Qing asked again: "Have you seen the other one?" ”

On the diagonal side of this hall, next to a couch, stood a Faceling dressed in leather shoes and a straight suit.

His face seemed to be covered tightly by some kind of gelatin, some kind of object, and it rose and fell with each breath.

It stood silently, and the veins around it avoided his place.

"Investigators' walkie-talkies have been obtained on such entities within the Foundation; Based on subsequent experimentation, it is theorized that this type of entity was converted by some investigators. ”

"No wonder you have an understanding ......" Chen Qing suddenly realized, but his gaze was limited everywhere in the hall: "We may have to go upstairs ......"

Jiang Wan took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and threw them towards the veins in the hall, and the moment the tissues landed, those blood vessels surged wildly, covering the tissues under herself.

It took only a few seconds for the veins that were constantly waving with the blood transport to turn the bulge back into its original shape.

"It seems that you can't step on it......" Jiang Wan's face turned pale, but before the words fell, Chen Qing denied: "No." Look at the soles of our feet, aren't we going to step on them now? ”

Chen Qing pointed to his feet, and Jiang Wan realized that there were also blood vessels at the entrance where she was.

However, these blood vessels are smaller, and they are indeed not obvious when stepped on.

"There's a place on the ground that you can tread." Chen Qing turned his head and his gaze stayed on the shoe cabinet that entered the house.

"How can you tell?"

"Try the fire?" Jiang Wan asked, and Bu Zhaozhao answered.

"No, I can't. If the fire source is too irritated, even if it is really safe...... I'm also afraid that I will attack us if I burn thorns and scratch others. Chen Qing frowned, and suddenly stopped on a bottle of alcohol.

Next to the alcohol, there are two large boxes of salt neatly arranged.

"What do you say they buy salt for......"

Jiang Wan glanced at him: "I don't know this? During the SARS period, the salt in Tun was eaten, and the nuclear wastewater was discharged. ”

"Oh." He squinted his eyes and pointed to the words on the salt: "Do you think it is possible that most of the food in our inland cities is lake salt and bamboo salt?" ”

Jiang Wan was silent for a moment, squinting her eyes and glancing over.

"It's not a little less."

Her head was lowered.

"This salt ......"

She looked out the window, not knowing what to think.

"Maybe you can use ......"

Just when Jiang Wan was about to hold back the complaint in her heart, she turned around and saw Chen Qing dismantling all the salt and spreading the salt on the blood vessels on the ground.

"Huh?" She looked at Chen Qing's movements and was puzzled.

"What are you ......" she frowned, as if she couldn't figure it out.