Behind the dark door, a thin white hand poked out.

The ancient door made a subtle sound of opening, perhaps because it was too old, and the creak of the door when it opened, then rushed back.

Xia Ren only felt an extremely strong suction, and quickly pulled himself towards the weird boudoir.

His thousand-year-old internal force at this time has only increased some "weight", so that the speed of being pulled is still within the range of sight, if it is replaced by the rest of the people, I am afraid that it will only be in an instant to reach that door.

His eyes narrowed tightly, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Is this the real ghost? whether it's the hair, or the boudoir... It's like a ghost in the impression of a previous life, and they can't resist it at all..."

In an instant, dozens of meters have passed.

I looked at the sharp, slender white fingers that were being pulled on the short lock in the door, gently lifting them up and down, as if they were doing pre-dinner activities.

Xia Ren only felt that his blood was about to solidify, but his mouth was dry.

He squeezed out a smile, but he immediately realized that he was bound by something.

The invisible force was like a rope, tightly binding itself, cutting deep dents in the body.

That finger snapped... Syllable... Crackling on the ropes, heavy and slow, in a somewhat horrible and sharp rhythm.

Seem... Some of them are like mourning songs.

It was like waiting greedily and anxiously.

"Why haven't you reacted yet?" his heart was pounding at this time, this was the first time he had been so close to death since coming to another world.

Once caught by that hand and dragged into the boudoir, there is no possibility of escape.

Xia Ren gasped heavily, and the next moment, he began to meditate on another being again, revealing his coordinates to him, and giving his own "provocation".

The conceptual cliff that Sanssouci had climbed on, he wanted to look at the bottom of the cliff again, to see the existence that "would come to him".

Human thoughts are very fast, especially when death is approaching, and it is okay to have ten thousand thoughts in a moment.

Therefore, Xia Ren soon saw the cliff that did not exist, half of his body was still rushing towards the boudoir, and half of his body was already on the cliff.

The rocks have no temperature, the mountain wind has no sound, and the colors are forgotten in an instant.

He didn't run, because even if he ran to the ends of the earth, he was still on this cliff.

"I've come to see you. He spoke to the being at the bottom of the cliff.

Xia Ren knew that thing must be able to hear.

There was no concept of time at all, and the next moment, a huge bony hand with rotting flesh on it rested on the edge of the cliff, and then it came to a standstill.

Although it is still and does not move, it gives the feeling that it will appear in front of you at any time.

Obviously, once caught by this hand, there is no reason to survive.

In the midst of the game, everything seems to have come to a standstill.

Even the dark sweeping waterfall slowed down.

The black hair was intertwined with each other, turning into a strange hand, and slowly grasped Xia Ren's right hand, which had been submerged in the "cocoon".

Click!

Snap on!

Two strange noises in succession followed.

Yin ghosts are divided into different regions, and they never like to live in groups, and they don't like to share food.

The more complete the Yin Ghost, the more this rule applies.

Almost at the same moment, the white hand behind the Horrible Gate also grabbed the right arm of the "delicious" human, and the bony hand under the precipice of concept rested on his shoulder.

Three ghost hands actually grabbed his arms at the same time!

The air was suddenly filled with an unusually strange and terrifying atmosphere.

Ghost shadows, and curse-like blood-colored pupils shook in front of him, and he felt that all his internal forces had lost their effect, in front of the true power of this world.

Those who are strong are ridiculous, but they are just stronger ants.

Ahhh

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

Suddenly, a hacksaw appeared from behind him, slowly cutting back and forth from the back of his head, and a hand clasped down his two eyeballs and hung them in the air, making him watch as his body was split in two, and his internal organs were spilled on the ground.

It seems that because of the hardness of the flesh, the hacksaw saws are especially slow, and the pain of the flesh breaking is also particularly tormenting.

A hideous and strange ghost pushed open the door, illuminated the bloody room by moonlight, and then began to pick up those internal organs, chewing them carefully one bite at a time, it seemed to be very chewy, so the ghost ate very seriously and enjoyed.

All this is like a phantom, fleeting and fleeting.

Xia Ren came back to his senses, and he still had the three ghost hands that were still standing still on his right hand.

Behind it, he was already in a cold sweat, and his body was almost about to collapse.

He suddenly felt like vomiting, and the cold whirlpool in the corner of the vast sea of true qi in his abdomen suddenly sped up.

After a high-pitched, eerie chirp.

On his right arm, three ghost hands grew.

One was as white as jade, one was rotten and cold, and the other was a little shrunken into a small fist.

The three little hands poked out slightly, trying to pull away from the three arms that were clasping him.

But it is like a mayfly shaking a tree, useless.

"Aren't these three hands in the whirlpool?"

Ahhh

His mind suddenly became very confused, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss called hell, and he was tormented endlessly.

In that dark and bloody world.

Three extremely powerful forces, swimming, colliding, and seem to be fighting for something.

On the other side, three small forces like ants only dared to swim around, as if they wanted to protect something.

At this moment, Xia Ren finally understood that the three little hands in his body should be the juveniles of the Yin Ghost, or the incomplete Yin Ghost.

At this time, in this red and black space, those three little hands are like three children, watching three perverted murderers fighting each other and fighting for treasure.

A burning sensation suddenly spread throughout his body, and he saw that under him was a fire pit with long thorns, and a lot of flesh had been poked on the spikes, and the temperature of the flame was moderate, just right for barbecue, and the oil was sizzling.

The force that hung over him suddenly loosened.

He saw that his body was covered with fiery red spikes, running from head to toe in a string.

Ahhh

When I woke up again, my body was completely weak.

The picture turned again, and he was tied to a hot iron pillar again...

Turning again, the four walls slowly pressed against him, and soon he turned into meat sauce.

Turning again, one hand pulled him to the bottom of the sea.

Turn again...

Turn again...

He experienced death over and over again, from fear at the beginning, to Mu Ran later, but he did not seek death.

It seems that there really is no other way.

Xia Ren took a deep breath, and after experiencing death again, he quickly mobilized crimson.

I'm going to choose a faction! I'm going to choose a ghost!

These three exist... You can't slaughter the ghosts on your side, right?

However, the result was brutal.

A line appears on the simple form: The host cannot choose the ghost faction.

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