Its flow is still warm.

Fu Qian was standing on the edge of the hall and would not be the first to bear the brunt.

But as a roadblock knight, how could he let the Pope come into contact with such blasphemy?

Before the blood flow could even land, Fu Qian had already taken a step forward and blocked the witch behind him.

Not only that, he even reached out and caught the first wisp of arterial blood today.

"Yes, yes... that's it!"

It seemed that his actions made Liang Shangjun, who was condescending, very excited and laughed loudly for a moment.

"Touch it, feel it... This is not simple blood! This is something that those idiots never deserve to see!"

Can the problem of too low communication information density be changed?

You have to say it if it’s not simple? It’s a bit more interesting to talk about why it’s not simple.

Of course, even though Liang Shangjun was very devoted, he still failed to receive good reviews.

At that moment, Fu Qian shook his head in his heart, but he didn't forget to pick up his hands.

I have to say that although the color is still bright, the coagulation factor seems to be a bit stronger, and you can even touch the frozen clots.

Not only that, even though he was as strong as the second level at this moment, the blood flowing under the skin of his palm seemed to feel the call of lying flat, becoming viscous and heavy.

Even the heaviness is being transmitted to the whole body, and the whole person seems to be transforming towards a stone - or a stone tablet?

It's amazing, is this the legendary power of cholesterol?

At that moment, Fu Qian sighed secretly.

Of course, no matter how much you complain, it is certain that this thing has a high rank.

If you do not restore your true level, you may not be immune to the impact.

And that's more than that interesting.

When I first started this nightmare trip, I once talked to the witch about the nightmare pillar when I entered that special hospital.

Although ferriemia has caused quite painful torture to both the Aboriginal people and the intruders, it is the basis of everything.

The blood in front of you, or what it represents, seems to be a similar concept, that is, the basis for the existence of this nightmare.

And the relationship between it and the "blood loss" accumulated on both of them is also curious.

"Did you feel it...feel it? Haha... those guys don't know what's outside at all, and they want to clear the passage and climb out."

At this time, Liang Shangjun's laughter was even continuing, and it was obvious that he was gloating.

...

The sound came from the other side of the dome. After the head hammer opened the gap, Liang Shangjun quickly hid aside.

At this moment, he undoubtedly had the intention of showing his true face and I would not pretend.

Then he answered the previous question, whether he was an extremist or a conservative—the answer was an extremely conservative.

He was afraid of the "blood" outside. The so-called fellows who were looking for the sea of ​​souls just pretended and showed up on their own initiative to mislead.

In contrast, it sounds like the king of the stele in front of him is actually the real fellow who yearns for the ruins.

"Really? But when I started, they were indeed catching up with the stone tablet on their backs."

However, why was Fu Qian so unrigorous? The next moment he raised a contradiction and signaled the links of the chains on the ground.

"It's okay - die well! You don't know how tired it is to stop those guys."

The old story is mentioned again, but Liang Shangjun seems to be happy to see this kind of killing.

"Although I'm almost brainless, I always like to go up... I jump up from time to time, trying to clear a passage."

It seemed that it was difficult to suppress his emotions. Liang Shangjun crawled around the dome while talking, his movements and voices were full of anxiety.

"You don't know how difficult it is to convince them... You don't know how much effort it took to induce them to change their minds and instead block them with more stone tablets.

"And because I don't always listen to advice, some of them will be removed from time to time, which will keep it from filling it up there."

...

So the kings who bear the stele were originally here to clean up the stele, but in the end they became reinforcers?

Even if Liang Shangjun's induction is successful or not, they are constantly switching between the two roles?

Sure enough, life is full of infinite possibilities.

In this way, are the tombstones below that are evaluated as "anthropomorphic" in the same direction also because of the same desire?

Sure enough, it is indeed abstract, and it is indeed a remnant of the sea of ​​souls.

Listening to Liang Shangjun’s statement, Fu Qian was completely unaffected by the anxiety.

Through rapid analysis, I have a further feeling of the blurred boundaries between people and things in this place.

It is even easy to imagine the scene of this person hanging on the dome and chatting at the giants coming and going.

After all, what he did to both of him was the same thing.

Even what Liang Shangjun showed at this moment could be seen.

Of course he did not really break the dome, the change in front of him was just an exercise.

It's terrible to have something outside. Don't open the door. If you don't believe me, I'll open it for you to see it - even if he gets twitched his brain, he won't persuade people like this.

“As a character similar to the Nightmare Aboriginal, he concreted his fears and shared them with us.

"It is difficult to do this normally, and it can be said that it once again proves the special nature of this nightmare."

Including the witch who has not spoken for a long time, he is also making a random judgment from the side.

Because Fu Qian was in front of her, her huge hat brim was not even stained with blood, but staring at the blood that had spread to her feet did not prevent her from evading the dangers.

"Although it is only a phantom nature, the attached power is very special and should be closely related to the accumulated "blood loss" in our body. It is estimated that it may be the core basis of this nightmare.

"This guy is actually right to be afraid. If they run outside and encounter the real power behind this illusion, it may be really unbearable.

"Of course this is just a preliminary conclusion. The illusion is mixed with too much interference and is still too weak."

And her thoughts are undoubtedly similar to what Hero Fu Qian saw.

"Did you hear it? It's too weak, try harder."

While listening, Fu Qian immediately yelled at Liang Shangjun who was still in circles.

"Are you sure?"

The latter even stopped at that moment, his tone full of incredibleness.

"Haha... Since you're so persistent."

However, facing Fu Qian's face without expression, he quickly remembered what he learned before, stopped asking those meaningless words, and instead laughed wildly.

Amid the laughter, an eyeball was directly dug out and thrown into the thick blood.

Even while his eyes were floating and rolling, he was still staring at Fu Qian's side - then more eyes.
Chapter completed!