How did Su Ruan know what her name was.

She only knew that this monster's name was Yan Heng.

But looking at its painful appearance, the ghost reached out and touched the slimy tentacle, and replied a little ridiculously: "Okay." ”

I'll help you get your name back.

The monster seemed to feel Su Soft's thoughts, and the outstretched tentacles seemed to be about to be withdrawn.

However, the next second.

The tentacles ran through Su Ruan's body.

Everything is silent.

Su Ruan looked down at the piercing wound on his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was no blood on his pale face, and he looked like a corpse that had been dead for many days outside.

It's like a ghost.

At the same time, the pale blue light screen around her kept flickering, like an electric current passing through it, and there was a sign of poor contact.

[Police...... Tell ......]

[Actor Su ...... Su soft, received ...... Send...... Achilles heel...... Whether to buy or not, second life. 】

[Price: 500 XP.] 】

Su Ruan snorted coldly in his heart, grabbed the sticky tentacles with both hands and pulled it out.

However, how could the monster just let Su Soft go.

It's a monster, it's not a human.

Who said monsters don't lie.

From the moment it was born, it would never believe in humans again.

This human being is really naïve.

How can you trust a monster crawling out of hell?

It doesn't even believe itself.

The monster's tentacles rose higher and higher, but Su Ruan's struggle became weaker and weaker.

The electronic sound continued to ring in her ears.

[Actor Su Ruan, yes...... Purchase ...... or not】

Su Soft's legs left the ground, and all the weight was pressed against his chest.

She could even feel the wind flowing through her body.

The monster lifted Su Soft and turned her body away from the moon.

At some point, the bright moon was dyed red to black.

The rolling river under the moon spreads like blood.

More and more tentacles crawled out of the bottom of the river, and they couldn't find the large, smooth slabs, so they stepped into the graves to find the tombstones of the men.

Finally they picked out a huge tombstone with the words "Written on it."

【Tomb of Wu Panxia】

Su Soft was thrown onto the tombstone by the tentacles, the blood on her body stained the dark stone monument red, and the pain came from her chest, making her unable to get up.

The sweat from the pain was like a stream of water, wetting the shredded hair on the head and turning them into strands of hair.

If it is placed on someone else's face, it may be embarrassing and unsightly, but Su Ruan adds a sense of pity and pity, which makes people can't help but feel pity.

None of her body was intact, and her white palms rubbed against the rough stone slabs, leaving five distinct marks.

The huge monster looked at Su Soft condescendingly, it had hundreds of eyes on its body, each of which was paying attention to Su Soft's every move, as if as long as she made any move, she would be killed by it.

Su Ruan frowned slightly.

Even if she was used to pain, this pain made her expression a little distorted.

It hurt so much that she couldn't even speak.

Perhaps it was because of pity for the monster in front of him that Su Ruan relaxed his vigilance.

Being injured like this and not choosing treatment is Su Ruan's punishment for himself.

Punish yourself for your excess kindness, and also want to remember this shame yourself.

She gasped and propped up her upper body from the tombstone, the red moon behind her becoming more and more bloody.

The dazzling red color was like a drop of blood about to fall, and it would fall into the churning river with a click.

Maybe it was Su Soft's weak and unstruggling appearance that flattered the monster, but it didn't let out a weird roar, and gradually approached Su Soft.

The eyeballs that were about to have Su Soft's size were stuck to Su Soft's body like this.

The sticky feeling made Su soft and creepy.

The sticky and grim feeling is like a nightmare that can never be shaken off.

No matter where you run, you will be accurately found.

Su Ruan gradually calmed his breathing, wanting to calm himself.

The monster's tentacles gradually became stiff and cold, like steel, against Su Ruan's back.

As long as the tentacles fall on Su Ruan's body, she will be pierced and turned into holes.

I don't know if it's Su Soft's illusion, and the sky began to press.

The tentacles that crawled out of the bottom of the river, like newborn toddlers, cheered and jumped, and they wanted to watch the monster kill Su Soft.

Su Ruan knew that this was a sacrifice.

Strange creatures need blood to live, and their own group of people is their sacrifice.

Su Ruan figured this out and gradually lay flat.

The monster is full of eyes.

It is the embodiment of what its heart desires most.

And the most important thing will definitely be subconsciously protected by it.

What is it?

What's the most important thing about it?

The tentacles grabbed Su Ruan's wrist and dragged her like a rag doll.

The delicate skin touches the weeds and is scratched by the jagged teeth of the weeds.

The blood stains on her body are like a red road that never turns back, staining the dark land with traces of people.

The monsters' footprints stepped on the black soil, making it even more foul and gloomy, and it was the kind of feeling that you could tell at a glance that it was not a good place.

It makes people's hairs stand on end, and they can't help but want to stay away.

The wounds rubbed over and over again, the tender flesh touching the dirty ground, was the process that each sacrifice had to go through.

Su Ruan's vision was a little blurry, and her physical strength gradually couldn't support her body.

What is this monster so stubborn about bringing itself to the shore for?

Do you want to go through the pain of it yourself and then become such a tentacle?

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Su Soft relaxed his body and let the monster throw him into the turbulent river.

The red river obscured Su Soft's vision, and the blush that caught the eye was like thick ink that could not be dissolved.

Every stroke is the monster's past, its unspeakable life.

Su Ruanqiang endured the pain, turned around with all his strength, and swayed his legs like fishtails to the bottom of the river.

If the ground is the revenge of the monsters, then the bottom of the river is the monster's buried past.

Its bones must be underneath here.

However, when Su Ruan found the trolley box, there was no other movement for a long time.

Not for anything else, because her eyes are densely packed with trolley cases.

They lie quietly at the bottom of the river and do not speak.

Su Ruan didn't hesitate for too long, her body couldn't support herself anymore.

The mud and sand at the bottom of the river cut through the flesh beneath the skin, causing a tiny ache that made her heart tremble with each blow.

Her fingertips were also bleeding constantly, but she didn't care about it, but stubbornly dug up the mud and sand at the bottom of the river.

Some of the boxes here are large, some are small, and they seem to symbolize the age of their survival.

She pursed her lips, her eyes slightly red.

For a while, it was impossible to tell whether the red of the river stained the eyes red, or the mud and sand made the eyes.

Su Ruan put all the trolley boxes aside, and finally found the bottom one.

She pulled the trolley out of the suitcase.