An hourglass was placed in front of a dressing table in the room. The sand inside the hourglass was slowly spilling down. Obviously, when the sand completely fell below, it would arrive in an hour.

Ye Xiang put the puzzle he found into Western paintings. He already knew from the script that... the faceless man in Western paintings is not a normal face. But even so, he still has to find all the puzzles. Although he is very strong, under the influence of the rules of hell, he cannot break this room at all! The rules of the hell world are superior to all Taos!

I first started looking for the puzzle, but after finding the fifteenth puzzle, I couldn’t find it anyway…

There was a deviation from the script...! However, Ye Xiang had expected such a situation. After all, it was impossible to be no different from the script.

However, he could not predict what would happen next.

In fact...not to mention him, even Shi Ming, the Eighth Hell King, could not predict what would happen next.

Before Valphus Night arrived, no one could have expected what would happen ahead.

When Ye wanted to move the books on the bookshelf one by one, he suddenly noticed that there was a photo frame inside the bookshelf with a photo inside.

He took out the frame.

Then, he saw in the photo frame that it was a family photo. However, the person in the center of the photo was...

“Erifen Stark?”

That was Erifen Stark, the leader of the Interstellar Wisdom Cult, whom he killed himself!

The background of the photo is this room. In the photo, there are several young men and women standing behind Erifin sitting in the front, and their eyes are strangely unsightly. At this time, the Western painting was blocked by the body of one of the blond men in the photo and it is difficult to see clearly.

Ye Xiang held the photo frame in his hand and looked at the photos inside. The original script did not have this photo. So... what happened?

He held the photo frame in his hand and observed it carefully. The people in the photo should undoubtedly be from the Stark family and should be the Star Wisdom Cultists.

He compared the photo to the room in reality, and then walked to the position where Erifen Stark sat in the photo.

This is located in the center of the room.

He slowly turned around and looked at...the Western painting.

At present, this painting was just a little bit of his chin.

But at this moment, a severe palpitations began to come.

The fire of the candlestick began to sway with the sand from the hourglass. The whole room began to be filled with a terrifying and weird atmosphere.

Ye Xiang held his hand hard, and a sword blade emerged from the void!

Black Yan!

He felt very uneasy.

He stared at the photo again, looking at the face of Erifen Stark who had died at his hands.

Erifen's face was quite pale, like a dead person...

dead……

Just as this consciousness entered his mind, Ye Xiang's body suddenly trembled, and then his head slowly raised... Then, he saw several... blood-made handprints appeared on the floor in front of him!

These bloody handprints... there were absolutely no one just now!

demon!

He held Hei Yan in his hand and slashed with a fierce sword! As long as there were evil spirits in this room, it would never be possible to escape the Black Yan sword blade in his hand!

But... he was disappointed.

There is nothing!

The sand in the hourglass...is still falling.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a single sofa in the corner of the room.

He walked to the front of the single sofa and compared it with the frame. That's right... it was the sofa that Erifen Stark once sat on!

He looked at the sofa, thinking.

Immediately afterwards, he waved Hei Yan and chopped off the sofa!

After the sofa was cut into two sections from the middle... more than a dozen puzzles were scattered from it!

Puzzle... here!

However, Ye Xiang did not look excited. He felt something was wrong...

Then, he lowered his head and picked up the scattered puzzle pieces... and then...

After picking up all the puzzles, he walked step by step towards the Western painting, and then compared them to stick them on.

When I tried to put all the puzzles on this time, my mouth began to show contours, my skin showed a pale look like a dead person, and my red lips were even less bloody.

The "hiss" sound of the candle became the only sound indoors.

After Ye wanted to put the last puzzle on it, it took less than half an hour.

Obviously, everything cannot be over so simply.

He suddenly grabbed Hei Yan and slashed towards the back!

The sword, which is already comparable to the speed of light, is so slow that it is extremely slow! Naturally, nothing is cut behind it.

However, he saw a horrifying scene.

There was something stuck on the tip of Hei Yan's sword.

That's a puzzle!

Ye wanted to take the puzzle off the tip of the sword and look it carefully, then he found... the puzzle was a very eye!

His hands were trembling slightly, and his eyes were locked in his heart, as if he could easily see through his soul! Then, Ye Xiang grabbed the puzzle and looked at the Western painting in front of him...

He found that the man in Western painting seemed to be a little different from what he had just now...

At this moment, he looked at the dressing table!

The candles in front of the dressing table became smaller and smaller...

Then, in front of the dressing table where the fire was swaying, he saw him in the mirror, and there seemed to have some strange change.

He saw...

The sofa he split was actually restored to its original state?

He immediately turned around, but the split sofa was still the same!

He turned his head again.

This feeling of being unable to control the future because the plot is separated from the script makes him feel quite uncomfortable, but he has no choice.

At this time, Ye Xiang saw a man who turned into a skeleton sitting on the single sofa! And what he was wearing was exactly the same as Erifen Stark in the photo!

Ye wanted to swing Hei Yan down fiercely, but such a terrifying sword blade only cut out a not-so-conspicuous crack on the mirror on the dressing table. He could still clean the skeleton on the sofa. But when he turned around, there was still nothing behind him.

There is no doubt about how powerful Erifin Stark was when he was alive. After he died, he might become even more terrible. But to be honest, how could he just enter the eighth level of hell with his sins? His belonging should be a deeper hell!
Chapter completed!