The paper continued to cover my face, and then another powerful stream of water washed over my face.

I felt this pain again.

It's strange that in a time when water resources are so scarce, how could he take this approach to me? Forget it, it's just a dead person. At worst, he can just think he is a dead person.

I gave up resisting, simply closed my eyes, relaxed my whole body, and my breathing became weaker and weaker.

He was so angry when he saw me as if he was insulted and waved his fist as big as a sandbag and punched my nose.

Suddenly, blood and energy surged in my nose and poured back into my brain, making me cough several times in a row.

"Hehehe~" I sneered at him coldly, "If you have the ability, kill me."

"Kill you? I told you just now, don't think too much, I'm going to torture you to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword penetrated directly from behind and penetrated his head. It was my crutch sword!

The man stared at his eyes, and two blood flowed down his cheeks from his forehead.

Dong ~

He knelt on his knees and fell to the ground.

A tall black man appeared behind him, wearing a black leather jacket and a black mask on his face, revealing only his eyes.

"Who are you!?"

I stood up to the greatest extent and asked at him, but his cold eyes stared at me without answering, and turned around and left.

A key was thrown into the ground, which was thrown into by the person who had just left.

My hands were handcuffed, and I watched the key but couldn't do anything.

After spending some time in peace, I realized that I should do something.

I twisted my handcuffed body and stretched out my feet to try to hook the key on the ground, but it was still a little bit worse.

My body leaned down a little further and hooked it with my toes a few times, but no matter what position, it was still a long way off. Even the bed beneath me was dragged by me for a long distance.

Seeing the bed moving, a force burst out from my body, and I stood up with all my strength. The bed beneath me stood up with my body, and my body was completely carrying the bed.

My body, which was injured for five or seven times, could not support the strength of the whole bed, and my legs suddenly became weak and I fell down.

The ground was covered with sewage, and my face hit me directly, and the bed behind me was pressing directly on my body.

"Ph~p~" I spit out the sewage that was accidentally stained in my mouth in disgust.

I fell next to the corpse and found in surprise that my feet seemed to be able to reach the key.

I slowly moved my toes and kicked the key toward me.

I felt a little happy as the key slides towards me.

I moved my body again and moved my body hard towards the key. After some hard work, I finally got the key!

I flexibly controlled the key with my right hand and untied the handcuffs in my hand.

After being freed from this bondage, I felt like I was reborn.

He didn't care about his sore arms, and pushed away the iron bed pressing against me with force, and uncuffed the handcuffs on his other hand with the key.

He struggled to break free from under the bed.

My whole body felt like it was falling apart. I pressed my chest and back hard, making the bones in these two places seem less painful.

My whole body was soaked in sewage on the ground, and it was wet. My head was not cut for a long time, and it looked both sloppy and embarrassed, and there was also sewage dripping.

I endured the pain and walked to the iron gate. I thought there would be guards outside, but I knew that there was an empty corridor outside and I didn't even see a figure!

There are roads on both sides, where should I go?

I pulled out the crutch sword from the head of the corpse on the ground, and blood splattered all over my body.

I stood at the door and struggled for a while, but in the end I chose to go to the left, preferring the left for personal reasons.

But where is this place?? In a dark and far-reaching place, the ground is covered with blue bricks, mixed with a moldy and sour smell.

After walking for a short while with my tired body, I had such a question. I thought it was a prison, but it was not here.

Some unusual sounds came, and it was a woman's cry for help! I raised my ears vigilantly.

"Help...please...let me go...wow...wow..."

These terrifying cry for help came into my ears, and the sound sounded extremely scary, as if it was threatened by life.

It was precisely because of this dark corridor that the sound sounded particularly scary. I looked around and saw that there was no one.

Driven by curiosity, I still searched for the source of this sound.

I walked, and the long corridor was crisscrossed, dark and humid, and there were dripping water from time to time.

Finally, at a corner, I found the source of the sound of help.

There was only one iron door that appeared in front of me.

And the sound came from behind the rusty iron door.

"I can't hold on...please, let me go..." The crying became more and more tragic.

There was a ventilation hole on the iron door. I lay on the hole and looked inside, and my heart skipped a beat.

What exactly is it for? It's so weird!

It looked red, with a row of candles on the ground, and the wall was covered with paintings, and the paints used in red, so it looked red.

I looked at the painting on the wall, but what exactly is the painting?

Looking at these paintings makes people feel chilled.

These paintings have no artistic beauty at all, but instead give me a little depression. They are either some organs of the human body, or red devils, and some abstract paintings that I can't see, but are just abstract paintings outlined with red lines.

In the middle of the room, a woman was tied with her hands and her face was covered with tears, and she kept shaking her head.

Next to her body, there were fifteen sharp sharp knives. These sharp knives were only a slight distance from her body, and any slight movement of her would be scratched by these knives.

In other words, even if she was sore all over, she would not be able to twist her body at will, otherwise she would have the consequence of opening her intestines and breaking her belly. It was a terrible scene.

There was an easel in front of her, and a man was sitting in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and was about to outline it on the paper.

I looked at the paper on the drawing board, and the drawings on the paper scared me very much.

It's the devil's face!

Half of the face was tied by the woman, and the other half was a devil.

The devil in the painting seemed to struggle to climb out of her face, with the joy of coming to the world.

At the door, when I saw this painting, my breathing became solemn. With his signature, it seemed that he had done it.

The man with his back to me stood up from his position, stepped back a few times, narrowing his eyes and admiring everything on the painting.

"Tsk tsk~ Not bad, really good!" he murmured to himself.

The woman tied up cried even harder when she saw that he had finished painting. She opened her mouth and no longer cared about her reserve, and her nose and tears were hanging on her face.

What happened next was unexpected.

The man who had been facing my back suddenly walked to her and kicked her in the chest. Her hanging body was kicked back, and five knives instantly stabbed into her body.

ah--

Her scream before her death made me unable to believe what I saw.

This woman stared at me with her eyes open! The man who turned her back to me was like admiring her masterpiece, laughing evilly.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at me standing at the door! He actually knew that I was standing at the door!

This man is Wuruo!

It turned out to be him! What the hell is this place? Why did I fall into such a place since I fainted?

Wuruo's mouth was rising wildly, his eyes were staring at the door fiercely. The main tone of the room reflected his face, which looked particularly terrifying. The candle fire made his figure jump constantly.

I realized something was wrong, so I panicked and ran away.

I was so tired that I slipped under my feet and fell on the mossy roadside. I heard footsteps behind me.

I thought of the woman who died tragically in my head for a moment. I endured the pain and got up again, and continued running forward, not even daring to look back.

I don’t know how long I ran, but until the whole corridor, there were only my own footsteps and my own heavy breathing.

Could I be in a dream?

Until now, I still don’t believe in everything that is born in front of me.

A black figure flashed behind me.

"Who is it? Wuruo get out of here, I'm not afraid of you!"

I shouted a few times into the corridor, but no one answered. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, blowing out a few candles in the corridor.

Suddenly the entire corridor became dark.

My heart was also raised to my throat.
To be continued...