He didn't go upstairs, Jiang Wan left here with the intermediary.

This is what Chen Qing requested, asking him to be alone.

Of course, Bu Zhaozhao is not counted, maybe the other party will be her own clan? It's hard to say.

But he will make this decision, also taking into account the next action.

They needed some ancient information, even if Jiang Wan said that they were coming for the recent case, they needed the confessions of some people who had personally experienced these things.

There are a lot of things needed, but it definitely can't be Chen Qing to do.

So under Jiang Wan's discriminatory gaze, he slowly closed the door.

"Have you ever thought about the house you want to buy become a murderous house?"

At the moment when Jiang Wan and the intermediary left, Bu Zhaozhao's gloating voice appeared.

"How. It's good for you that I'm at a loss. ”

She smiled and watched Chen Qing step by step up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

The building was very old, and as he had seen before, the décor was—and so were the materials.

The walls were yellow and the floor was covered with dust, and he walked upstairs, and on the left side of the corridor, there were some stains on the places where the frescoes had once hung.

"There is no benefit." She cracked her mouth and smiled, and floated all the way to Chen Qing's side: "It's rare to see you deflated, it's interesting." ”

He couldn't deny it, and shrugged his shoulders slightly: "Didn't you almost die in it last time?" ”

"But they all came back to life in the end." Bu Zhaozhao shook his head.

"Earlier. We'll pick you up that time. ”

"But you've accomplished your purpose."

He listened to Bu Zhaozhao's words and smiled: "And my life experience." ”

Bu Zhaozhao was silent for a while, and Chen Qing said again: "Actually." People who can live in this world and talk eloquently have won all the way.

Win the opponent, win the rules, and win the path left by the predecessors.

Lose once. He smiled and pointed at the other again.

He didn't finish the rest of the story, but it was a little hurtful, so he didn't say it.

Those who only lose once in their lives, don't they stand in front of themselves?

He walked all the way forward, but the corridor he had just come to was a little different.

He couldn't tell the difference, but his brow furrowed as his gaze fell.

He took a few steps further and reached the master bedroom door at the end of the second floor, when he finally knew what the difference was.

It's in the corridor, and it's pitch black from a distance.

In that room, the beds that used to be placed were different.

The mattress that was originally used to sleep people, but was yellowed by sweat stains, was now terrifyingly black, and he stood closer, and finally saw what the black on the bed was made of.

The black—it was a pitch-black fly the size of a little thumb, and the thousands of flies crowded together to stain the whole bed black.

He looked at the mattress, and there was a little, faint sound under his feet.

But the flies in the house seemed to be alarmed at this moment, and they began to burst out, and the roar of their wings fluttering was like thunder at this moment.

There was a "buzzing" sound, and then he felt a few flies hit him like bullets.

It was so powerful that the flies exploded the moment they made contact with his shoes.

Milky white bodily fluids mixed with a few pure white maggots crawled slowly on his shoes.

He glanced at it, and his face changed suddenly.

Is it dangerous? Admittedly, it's really not dangerous.

But is it disgusting?

Who wants to be crawled with a swarm of worms all over their body.

It's not in the Backrooms!

He sneered, but the body standing at the door did not retreat.

He raised his hand and gently tugged at the door beside him, followed by a coax followed by a figure that looked like a bullet falling on the door.

"Crackling—crackling."

The sound was endless, and after ringing for three or five minutes, Chen Qing was about to open the door, but Bu Zhaozhao's hand stopped him.

"Something is wrong......"

When she said that, Chen Qing calmed down, he closed his eyes, and the vertical pupils in the center of his eyebrows instantly cracked.

But this time, the vertical pupil seemed to have a new change.

It's like his legs.

Another eye was born on that eye, and the two eyes were crowded together, and then, just as he was about to solidify the front, the surroundings of those two eyes were like water—the porridge boiled.

Hundreds of small bubbles grow around the eyes, and if you get close, you can still see them, each with a distinct lens inside.

His eyes were like flowers, and the stamens bloomed under the auspices of him.

When the bubbles cracked, the tissue fluid in the bubbles also flowed down from the center of his eyebrows.

But he didn't feel anything wrong, he just felt that he was in tears, he turned his head, looked at the solemn look on Bu Zhaozhao's face, and looked at her slightly disgusted look, he understood.

"I'm ...... All the characteristics have changed? ”

"It's hard to say." She added, "Grace things shouldn't be touched!" They're all crazy people! Unscrupulous, widowed and lonely. ”

She looked at Chen Qing with a solemn look in her eyes: "What they left behind won't be anything good."

They left a gun, and this gun was the buttocks and the muzzle of the gun was fired.

It's called double the firepower.

They forged a sword—and they picked it up and never put it down.

It's called moving forward.

They're all crazy! Neuropathy! A madman born with miscanthus on the wall of the aqua toilet in his head!

Stop playing with this thing! My sister went back and found you a Foundation shelter that exploded!

How good it is to play with intangible cultural heritage! ”

He listened to Bu Zhaozhao's words, the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched, he was laughing, but the burden in his mind made him a little unable to laugh.

Even if his mental strength, his willpower, was already more than twenty times that of ordinary people, even if he could use about four E-class or two D-class intangible cultural relics at the same time.

Be brave, and the C-level ones may be able to try it for a while.

But even when he was dealing with the more than forty visuals in his mind—when he realized that these forty or so visuals needed to be removed from the willpower in his mind.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

There are three characteristics on his body - the change in speed is not obvious, and the side effects are also there.

However, the ability to observe and the side effects seem to have been pulled to their limits all of a sudden.

"That cup of coffee...... It's a bit exciting...... It's been three or four days, and it's almost ......."

He muttered, how could Bu Zhaozhao not hear it, she shook her head as if she hated that iron could not be made of steel, sighed and took half a step back.

Chen Qing's vertical pupil seemed to have something unrevealed.

She could keenly sense that a sense of crisis was brewing there.

But as for Chen Qing himself, he obviously doesn't feel this way.

He tried to keep his gaze together, and the 3D-like vertigo felt was a little less.

He looked at the door, and the pitch-black, palm-colored door sprouted a little bit of white grain creature about 0.1 millimeters in size.

Those things were wriggling, and he looked at them intently, and the picture in front of him instantly enlarged a lot.

"Oh......"

He was a little surprised by the magnifying glass-like function.

But in the next second, he didn't care about his specialness.

He watched as the little white dots grew and yellowed, and then retreated into a black fly the size of half a finger.

Immediately after the double number of flies, they began to climb on the backs of their companions, and just as he thought the flies were about to begin mating, there was a burst of rustling sounds made of thousands of small voices overlapping each other.

Like a sound wave, after drowning out Chen Qing's breathing, they grew to the size of a thumb.