The only one among the three who could still calm down was Ding Xiaoyi himself.

This is not because he is mentally strong.

Anyone who faces death will feel intense discomfort.

It's just the smell in the air or the finger on the ground.

Compared to the robber controlled by the red shoes not long ago, he pales into insignificance.

At least, this is a fresh corpse.

Yes, this statement is cruel, but it is very true. Compared with those corpses that are highly decomposed and exude a greasy smell, this corpse is absolutely nothing.

But even so, Ding Xiaoyi's complexion was not much better.

Sudden explosion.

A young girl was blown to pieces in the explosion.

This is called training??

At this time, he remembered what Redding said through the TV screen: "The union has a death quota every year."

At first, I thought this was just a trick played by Redding to scare them.

Now it seems that this is not a joke.

"grass!"

Ding Xiaoyi banged his fist on the elevator door.

It's because they think so well of the union that they have forgotten that this union is an equal power body with the alliance and has the power of life and death.

If the behavior of Wang Jialiang and Iron Claw before had made me have a little favorable impression of the union.

So now, this good feeling has disappeared in an instant.

"Hey, why is there an oil painting here?"

At this time, Beckett noticed that there was an oil painting hanging in the elevator. It seemed that the oil painting had a sense of age.

In this era, even imitation oil paintings are often very expensive luxuries.

How could it be randomly placed in the elevator? Besides, it doesn’t match the style of the elevator.

Ding Xiaoyi obviously noticed it, and the style of the oil painting was also weird.

In the empty street, two dimly lit oil lamps hung, and a scarecrow holding a sickle appeared on the street.

The author's painting style tends to be dark, making the scarecrow look as if he is in the dark and about to emerge from the scene.

Under the oil painting, there is a line of small words: "Please turn off the lights at seven o'clock!"

Is this the name of the oil painting??

"Ding!"

At this time, the elevator door slowly opened.

Ding Xiaoyi and the other three quickly walked out of the elevator.

No, it should be said to be escaping.

The smell inside makes people feel like they will collapse if they stay here for another second.

Especially Li Qing's vomit, in Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, it was more disgusting than the finger on the ground.

He even felt that the smell of instant noodles on his body was a thousand times better than the air in the elevator.

As soon as they got out of the elevator, the fresh air that greeted them immediately cushioned the three people's tense teeth. The cold temperature was like a basin of cold water sprinkled on their faces, gradually relaxing their emotions.

Medieval-style buildings appeared in front of them in a chaotic manner.

The road paved with gravel on the ground made the three of them feel like they had returned to an extremely ancient era.

"Wait a minute, isn't this the oil painting we saw just now?"

Ding Xiaoyi turned around, and sure enough, the two oil lamps behind him flickered on and off, and the scene in front of them was exactly the same as the oil painting they had just seen.

"Hiss! What the fuck! Are you trying to kill us?"

Beckett's scalp felt numb as he looked at the scene around him.

"What? What oil painting??"

Li Qing looked confused. He had vomited so hard just now that he didn't even have time to look at any oil paintings.

Ding Xiaoyi originally wanted to explain to him, but before he could say anything, "Dong~~dong~~dong~~" the bell tower in front of him emitted a dull bell, causing the three of them to follow the sound and look towards the bell tower.

The time on the clock tower stopped at seven o'clock.

Seeing the time on the clock tower, an inexplicable sense of panic swept over my heart. I subconsciously looked towards the darkness and glanced away.
Chapter completed!