Not long after it sank, I saw the hands of the dead growing on the wall of the cave, which was less than ten meters in diameter.

Just seeing it makes me think it’s time to lose my sanity.

Fortunately, I have been tortured by this weird world for a long time, and I have some resistance.

Mark, one person and two people [abnormal], suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and quickly passed the waterway, which was about a hundred meters long.

When they were about to surface, through the water refracted by the light, they could vaguely see an old man wrapped in a red blanket sitting on a rocking chair at the only doorway beside the pool.

Under the strange green light, the old man stared at the equally calm underground lake with calm eyes.

"Do you want to go there?" Bison asked Mark in the soul circuit.

Mark shook his head: "Have you noticed that this old man's exposed face and hands exude the aura of humanity, while the rest of the place wrapped by the red carpet is dark and soulless."

"Disgusting-" Bison made a sound of disgust.

The surface of the lake seemed to always be the same. Suddenly, there was a splash, and a hand that was supposed to be on the wall of the cave in the water flew out inexplicably.

The old man said "Hmm" and made a driving movement with his left hand. The palm of the skinny ghost hand split open on its own, revealing a pair of red eyes.

Its eyes seemed to look around, and it didn't know why it suddenly came to the water. It didn't care about the old man's urging. It stood on its head with its hand, using its fingers as its feet, and walked crookedly for dozens of steps, and finally finally

Jump back into the water.

Everything became calm again.

The old man didn't notice that a sneaky figure, stepping on the hidden spiritual thread hanging high in the air, leaped over his head and quietly entered the fortress.

Make up for last night
Chapter completed!