In the darkness, the rag doll smiled slightly, and on its empty face, the mouth embroidered with red silk thread grinned upward, even if there were no eyeballs, you could feel that peaceful smile.

In the past, I saw that Hongxi had tied the villain with a red rope, and he could take a few steps on the table by blowing a breath of fairy air. This little man wrapped in white cloth is the first time I have seen it.

Forget stood up and put the rag doll back on the bookshelf. Retracting her hand, she felt that her palm was sticky, and when she looked at it, it was blood, and the black palm was all over.

It was the wound on the tip of his finger that bleed again just now, Forget Chen thought to himself.

The wound on her back hurt from jump to beat, and she pressed her back with her hand, trying to use her spiritual power to alleviate the fire-like spasm, but found that her fire spirit could not heal the wound of Bing Ling. You have to find a place to meditate and pranayama as soon as possible.

As soon as she straightened up and was about to move forward, she couldn't help but gasp when her right finger accidentally scratched the silver buckle on her belt. Almost immediately, his scalp went numb, and the whole person froze in place.

Wrong. It hurts the right hand, just now...... It was the tip of the right finger that touched the barrier.

But when she picked up the rag doll, she clearly stretched out closer to the doll...... Left hand!

What was the blood just now?

Forget Chen spread out both hands and leaned in front of him to distinguish them. Sure enough, there was blood in both palms, but the difference was that on the palm of the right hand, because the fingers were scratched to the silver buckle, it was stained with blood. The blood on his left hand was dark black, if it weren't for the thick bloody smell remaining, he would have thought that he had crushed a large handful of mulberry fruit and stained it with a layer of sticky black water.

As he was looking, there was a slight "click" sound on the bookshelf behind him.

Forget Dust turned her head sharply, the white face of the ragdoll just taking up her entire line of sight, the grinning red line lips against her nose. In an instant, the foul smell of blood mixed with the heavy smell of dust came to his face, forgetting the dust and feeling nauseous, his stomach turned upside down, and he didn't even have the strength to take a step back, so he directly knocked the face of the rag doll, knelt on the ground and retched.

She didn't eat water and rice that day, she couldn't spit out anything at all, she was nauseous, and her eyes were covered with a layer of white vapor because she retched too hard.

Wiped a handful on her eyes with the back of her hand, she quickly looked up to see the rag doll, this look, Forget Chen was even more confused, the rag doll disappeared without a trace, and disappeared out of thin air in front of her eyes.

In broad daylight, there was no hallucination. But why does this illusion still smell?

After a while, the feeling of nausea passed a little, and the heart said that he couldn't stay in this evil place, and he was about to get up by pulling the partition on the bookshelf. But this pull, I don't know if it's because I didn't see it clearly, and the partition is gone. This time it flashed, there was nothing to support it, and the forgotten dust directly jumped into the air, sinking down, the whole person was crooked to the side, and his head slammed into the cabinet under the bookshelf.

She hurriedly pressed the cabinet door with her hand, trying to block the momentum of the fall, but unfortunately according to the inertia, she still stuck her whole face on the cabinet door.

The bottom cabinet integrated with the bookshelf is also made of pear blossom wood, I don't know how long it has been dilapidated, and the handle on the cabinet door has fallen off, leaving only a small round hole. Forget Chen's jaw almost hit the hole, but fortunately, his hand blocked it and stopped it.

Lying on the ground and gasping for breath, Wangchen always felt uncomfortable, she looked at the cabinet door close at hand, and glanced back and forth a few times. Only then did I realize that the inside of the hole was not pitch black, as if there was something inside. But I can't see it clearly from the outside.

Puzzled in his heart, Wangchen put his eyes on the hole and looked inside, and there was also an eye inside, which was wide open through the hole, staring at her coldly.

The eyes met, and the hairs of Forgotten Dust stood up in fright. I didn't know how to react for a while, so I froze. Half an hour later, the eye still didn't move, didn't blink, stared straight at Forget Chen, like a mischievous mural, motionless. Forget the dust is really a little skeptical, the one inside is not fake, otherwise how could it not move at all.

Strangely uncomfortable, she moved a few points to the side, just to stagger her gaze from the hole. It's fake, it must be the eye on the mural stuffed into this round hole, this bottom cabinet is so small, how can it be stuffed into a person? At most, a baby would be stuffed in.

Reassuring herself, she rubbed her eyes and stared at the small hole, moving it in the right direction little by little, trying to make sure that it was a lifelike prosthetic eye. Moving like this, Wangchen's heart rose to her throat, and she didn't know what she was afraid of. Just when he was about to see inside, he paused before slowly looking in obliquely.

Looking in like this, I originally wanted to reduce my fear, but at this glance, in those wide-open eyes, the black eyeballs had actually turned to her side, still staring straight at her.

Now Forget Chen can no longer convince himself that what is in this is fake. At this time, a strange force attracted her to make eye contact with this eye, her brain gradually clouded, her consciousness sank, and Wangchen heard a whisper again. The voice was small and soft, as if someone was talking close to her ear, and the sound of breath was much louder than talking.

Forget Chen's mind was groggy, his head hurt, and his headache was splitting, as if he was going to blow up in the next moment. This feeling was the same as her being in the mortal corpse cave, uncontrollably dizzy, and the more her consciousness sank, the louder the whispering became.

Forgotten dust was led by that eye, and involuntarily leaned towards the cabinet, until his face was pressed against the hole again, and the power of attraction had not disappeared. It was as if her head was being pressed against the hole, and she looked at the eye.

Knowing the hearts of the people, the smoke and the haze are not admired.