In the quiet room, it seemed that only my heartbeat was left.

Landry, who was looking at the closet, suddenly noticed something was wrong.

He turned around and found Lance standing straight there, his back hunched, his shoulders trembling a little.

"Mr. Lance? What's wrong?" Landry asked in a low voice.

The other party did not answer him.

The strange silence made Landry feel a little nervous, and he raised his voice: "Mr. Lance!"

After saying that, he patted Lance on the shoulder with one hand.

The next second, Lance turned around suddenly, and his speed was so fast that he scared Landry!

However, what scared Landry the most was that the Lance who turned around had a dull look and a confused face, as if he didn't know him at all.

"Lance...What's wrong with you, Mr. Lance?" Landry took a few steps back nervously.

Who knew that after the other party turned around, he quickly turned around and stared at the desk.

"Damn!" Landry cursed, and he quickly took out his staff and pointed it at Lance carefully.

He was a little hesitant. There was obviously something wrong with Lance in front of him. Should he use spells on him?

However, most of the spells on Rainbow Island are very aggressive law witchcraft or elemental spells, and Landry also masters this type of spells. There are very few spells about fighting against supernatural powers. If you use spells rashly, it is likely to cause great damage to Lance's body.

This is a situation he doesn't want to see.

At this moment, a little girl's laughter suddenly came from behind him!

Landry was standing upside down with hair all over his body and shouted, "Who is there!"

He immediately turned around and pointed his staff into the dark corridor.

A red shadow suddenly swept past the door.

Landry held the staff tightly and began to sweat on his forehead. He glanced at Lance and rushed out resolutely.

"I must catch you! A guy who pretends to be a ghost!" Landry gritted his teeth, and the tip of the staff shone brightly.

The entire corridor was shrouded in spell light.

However, what disappointed him was that the place where the light shrouded was empty. The little girl who suddenly ran over just now had long disappeared.

"Damn it!" He looked around for a while, but in the end he could not find the other party's trace, so he could only give up.

"It seems that I can only go to find Mr. Lance. He must have been hit by some magic. I have to think of a way..."

He was thinking and ready to walk back to the room.

In an instant, his footsteps stopped there. Because suddenly, he found that there was no room door in the entire empty corridor!

I had opened the doors on both sides of the corridor before. I didn’t know where I was running to.

He was the only one standing there in a narrow corridor.

A gust of cold wind came from behind.

...

Bottom cabin.Sacra stood there silently.

In front of him, two translucent figures kept repeating the mechanical movements.

One of them was a man covered in a face, with two horns on his head and a machete in his hand.

A girl in red dress knelt on the ground and was looking at Sacra with a sad face.

The man shouted lightly, raised his head high and slashed hard!

In an instant, blood splattered and the girl's head fell to the ground.

The head rolled on the floor for a few times, and actually rolled under Sacra's feet. The girl's head was dead and stared at Sacra tightly.

She suddenly asked, "Why don't you save me?"

Sacra looked at her without saying anything.

The girl smiled strangely and said, "Are you not able to speak, you are a mute?"

Sacra remains silent.

The girl stared at him with great resentment and began to scream wildly-

But no matter how she moved, Sacra was still staring at her intently.

Gradually, her screams began to become weaker. The witch's eyes actually made her feel a little scared.

"Are you finished shouting?" Sacra asked calmly.

The girl yelled, and before she could answer, the wizard suddenly stretched out his right foot and stepped on the girl's head!

In an instant, her head shriveled and a lot of brain matter flowed down Sacra's boots.

The man holding the machete rushed up frantically.

Sacrat didn't move. When the man rushed to him ten feet, a strange wave suddenly burst out on the man's body.

The sound of inferior clothes being torn out sounded, and in the blink of an eye, the image of the man collapsed.

The scenery in front of him fluctuated. Sacra lowered his head and found that what he was stepping on was actually a ball of yarn.

He stretched out his hand quietly, touched his ears, and then found two soundproof earplugs.

"A very weak spirit body, no wonder it hides and dares not attack us head-on." The wizard of the barbarian put away his earbuds, thought for a while, and walked up to the second level.

...

In the captain's room, the old man who was steadily controlling the rudder suddenly stopped the little song he had been humming.

He was silent for a while, fixed the rudder and walked outside the captain's room.

The moonlight shines on the deck, and there is a clear light.

The translucent old man stood on the deck, and a little boy in blue suddenly ran out and pointed at him and asked, "Didn't you say that under normal circumstances you can't leave this room?"

The old man replied kindly: "Of course, but you have to know that it is under normal circumstances!"

"What's the difference this time?" The little boy licked his lips excitedly. His tongue was scarlet and there were dense barbs on it.

The barbs licked his own lips, and it was suddenly covered in blood. The little boy seemed to have no feeling, and continued to lick his own flesh and blood greedily.

"This time, the five people are real wizards, two of them have excellent mental power, and our illusion may not be effective for them." The old man sighed and said, "Just I could feel that the young couple in charge of guarding the bottom pole had been killed?"

"You mean Sister Lucy and Brother Carlsi?" The little boy showed an angry look: "Let me deal with that tricky guy. I want to avenge them."

"No need." The old man smiled and said, "Because I will take action myself."

"As for you, the other guy, it's also very troublesome. You can't be careless."

The little boy smiled and said proudly: "It doesn't matter, he already has my [negative energy toxin] on his feet. As long as he wanders around the boat for a while, many things can accelerate the attack of toxins."

"Beautiful job." The old man praised, "He is yours."

The little boy showed an excited look: "Really? That's great."

"I can't wait to eat him."

...

In the seaman's bedroom, Lance looked nervously at the dark room.

"How could the white crystal suddenly fade? What happened? Where did Landry run again?"

These problems bothered him, and he suddenly felt extremely immense.

At this moment, the picture on the oiled paper actually emitted a slight blue light.

Lance leaned over and looked down. He was shocked to find that the baby originally painted on the paper was missing!

There was obviously a part of the oil painting, and only one mother was left to breastfeed the baby.

Lance felt his whole body numb, and his cold breath rushed straight to his forehead.

“Wow!”

The baby's cry suddenly rang out, and what surprised Lance even more was that the crying sound came from his belly!

He suddenly lowered his head, but found that the baby in the oil painting had crawled into his stomach from some time.

Lance found that the epidermis of his lower abdomen and chest cavity became transparent. He could easily see all the organs and blood vessels inside.

The baby cried in Lance's belly for a while, suddenly looked at Lance coldly, stretched out his tender palm and held Lance's intestines in a row!

Lance's face changed, and the baby smiled and pulled Lance's intestines out of his stomach.

The violent pain hit Lance's nerves, and he curled up weakly and squatted down slowly.

The baby grabbed Lance's intestines smugly, then suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed Lance's heart.

Heart-wrenching pain surging like a tide.

Lance was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
To be continued...