[Use blood as a guide, transform bones into bridges, blood from a living person, organs of living people... If you want to enter the demon palace, you must follow the following procedures one by one. This is the rule. Violators will definitely become sacrifices for the eight thousand bone-hiding coffins and die!]

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The coffin, no, it is not a problem with the words on the coffin of the eight thousand hidden bones. Perhaps it is really a guided word, but these words exudes an upsetting restlessness, because these words are completely modern, which is the simplified Chinese characters that have only been used in recent decades.

——What's going on with this strong sense of incongruity? Why do you feel like you've been carved here? This is an ancient tomb, right? No one has come in for many years, right? The last wave of deaths came hundreds of years ago was on the second floor, right? So... what's the situation with these simplified Chinese engravings?

It seems like I was being played with it. Seeing these simplified Chinese characters, the mentality of No. 3 exploded directly. This is not something that makes people feel unhappy, but it touches people's basic feelings, and is crazy and helpless.

It was clear that it was impossible for someone else to come in tomb, but simplified Chinese characters appeared deep in the tomb. This situation that No. 3 could not understand at all made him think, or he didn't know how to think.

——We arrived at this place through life and death, but why is the simplified Chinese engraved on the lid of this coffin? Why? Why?

Did someone survived and came here in the past few waves? Or was it really that Sun Maiyu saw the future?

No. 3 didn't plan to consider the deeper things at all, and probably couldn't think about them. He looked hideous and made a decision directly.

"No. 22, where is the plastic bomb? Just blow it up!"

However, No. 22 did not respond to him.

“No. 22!”

No. 3 moved his eyes away from the simplified Chinese characters, but turned around and found that No. 22's eyes had no spirit at this time, dull and empty, and had no expression on his face, like a doll.

"Hey, No. 22?"

Before No. 3 could make any move, No. 22 had already jumped up and rushed directly to the coffin lid of the Eight Thousand Bone Coffin, but this time, the black cat did not scream.

——No, no, no!

——But why, when, wait... the cat... the black cat... didn't scream?

No. 3 glanced down, but saw the black cat tilting his head, looking at him with a very twisted movement, but... the black cat that was extremely stable along the way, the black cat that seemed to be harmless, and the cat face that could not have appeared in something else, actually showed a joke... smile.

With a shiver, No. 3 was shocked by the black cat's green eyes and took two steps back. He took out his pistol with his right hand and shot it out. At such a close distance, he himself didn't react. The bullet had hit the lid of the coffin and the gunshots were loudly sounded.

——Fight...Is it empty? No, it is because it avoided!

With a distance of more than two meters, even if it was a subconscious attack, No. 3 felt that it was impossible for him to miss a cat's target. Even if it was a flying knife commonly used by No. 22, he was confident that he could hit it, but he was avoided by the black cat.

No. 3 could see clearly that the black cat just moved his body sideways, as if he knew where the shot was going.

“No. 22!”

No. 3 shouted loudly, and he only hoped to awaken No. 22, who seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, but it did not work.

But the black cat showed more sarcasm in its green eyes.

"Meow!"

It was obvious that it was just a cat's cry, but No. 3 felt that his entire spine was frozen. The coolness when he just climbed to this platform slowly spread. No. 22 was not wrong with the alertness of this black cat. This was indeed a cat demon. No. 3 didn't know, or it was not unaware, but was controlled by a force. As for the black cat, it should be called - ghost cat.

On the 3rd, he wanted to resist more. Although the other party was an unknown thing, he could not surrender. But at this time, he realized that he had lost control of his body.

You can see, listen, feel, think, but you can't move, just like a ghost pressing on the bed, and even the five senses seem to be strengthened, but you just can't move.

"cough……"

A difficult sound came from his throat, and No. 3 was settled in place, fear of the unknown began to cover his consciousness. After the black cat showed him a look that looked like a dead person, he turned his head and looked at No. 22.

No. 22 was like a manipulated doll, slowly kneeling under the gaze of the black cat. His movements were very respectful, as if under the influence of manipulation, his face was slightly distorted and pious. Then he stretched out his left hand, put his palm upwards and placed it flat on the coffin lid. He pulled out a red blade as thin as a cicada wing with his right hand, and gently cut off his left wrist.

The blood did not burst out, but trickled down like a calm stream. After flowing onto the coffin lid, it actually flowed along a groove that seemed to not exist at all. The speed was not slow, and it seemed that it was about to outline some pattern on the huge coffin lid.

Blood was flowing like this. Under the gaze of Black Cat and No. 3, the black Cat looked expectant, while No. 3's eyes had transitioned from anger to fear and despair. He could only see No. 22 flowing out all his blood bit by bit, watching No. 22's life slowly dissipate.

——Will the 22nd still have consciousness like himself? Even if human blood accounts for 8% of the human body weight, a lot of blood has flowed out of the 22nd. He is going to die, he is really going to die. Damn, am I just watching like this?

The next moment, No. 3's body suddenly moved. Under the control of a force, No. 3 walked towards the coffin.

——What am I thinking? After I die on the 22nd, it will be my turn, it is my turn to die...

But in fact, things did not follow the idea of ​​No. 3. The controlled body approached the coffin and picked up the thin blood-red blade.

——No, no, no...

Although the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, it was extremely sharp. It cut open the chest and abdomen of No. 22 without any pause, from top to bottom, and then No. 3 reached out to pull it open, and the blood mixed with the internal organs spread out in an instant.

At that moment, No. 3's consciousness finally collapsed.

The pattern on the lid of the coffin seemed to be completed. With a click, something seemed to be opened. Countless black things as dense as sesame seeds emerged from the coffin. There was no gap, but it was surging more and more, and in a few seconds, the internal organs of No. 22 were swallowed up.
Chapter completed!