"What's wrong with you?" Mo Chen's voice suddenly came from behind.

The bald man suddenly turned around and almost kissed Mo Chen who was standing behind him intimately, and subconsciously took a step back. It was very strange that when Mo Chen came, and how he could not feel it. However, it was not the time to consider these irrelevant issues. He seemed to have caught the savior, and grabbed Mo Chen's arm and stuttered, "Old Li...Old Li..."

Mo Chen tilted his head and looked behind him through the bald shoulders, "What's wrong with Brother Li?"

The bald man turned around and pointed at Mo Chen, "He..."

Strange! Li Fang, who was still ripping out of the belly just now, disappeared in a blink of an eye. A line of cold sweat flowed down the bald man's reflective forehead. He shook Mo Chen's hand away and rushed to the place where Li Fang had just ripped out, and his hands were fumbled in the shadows.

"Dry?" he murmured to himself. He was clearly here, and he pushed Li Fang away and grabbed an internal organ from the darkness. It was still fresh and wet. The blood that had not dried up on it was impossible not to rub the floor. With the faint candlelight, the bald man saw that there was no blood on his hands except for the dust stained on the ground?!

"I'm having hallucinations?" By this time, the bald man's mind was already in a mess. He even began to doubt whether everything he saw was real. He gave in and wiped away the sweat that kept flowing from his head, and looked at Mo Chen as if he was asking for help, but he never thought that there was no figure behind him, and there was no one there!

In this second, in the bald man's sense, it seemed like a century long. He had no education. He went astray when he was very young and became a hooligan in the eyes of his elders. Fighting and fighting have always been commonplace. A few people fight head-on, and even if they are beaten up, he will not be timid. But now, he really admits his conscience.

Most of human fears are mainly due to the unknown, and then they expand their brains to supplement them. A little unusual thing can always be added to all the non-scientific information you know in your lifetime, and then scare yourself to death.

The bald man had no faith except RMB, and he regretted it when things were about to come. He had never worn amulets like Buddha statues and pendants. His thinking was in chaos, and he kept talking about the gods he could call out his name in his mouth.

"Amitabha, Allah blesses the disciples to be safe and sound, there are no taboos... there are no taboos... Amen!" His hands were randomly on his chest, gesturing the cross. He moved his footsteps carefully and looked around. Unless Mo Chen and his friends evaporated in place, although the hall was relatively spacious, it was not impossible to hear the sound of the four people walking. He pinched his thighs hard, "It hurts and it hurts..." The real pain reminded him that this was reality, not in a dream. He tentatively called the names of several people, and the trembling voice echoed in the empty room, making the chattering heartbreaking.

The bald man didn't want to stay here for a moment. He picked up the candlestick and blocked the candlelight with his hands, for fear of the fluctuations in the air caused by movement, and extinguished the only lighting.

When he stepped into the stairwell, he hoped that at this time some other players would succeed in passing the level and open the door. Even if this could not be done, he hoped to find a narrow space that would be enough for him to hide himself inside. After the unusual things were automatically over, normal Li Fang and the others would come to him.

As he wished, he finally saw a door at the corner of the fifth floor. What was very different from other theme rooms was that the door was empty and there were fewer fancy theme posters. He carefully pushed open the door and stretched his neck tentatively to look inside. The room was only one meter square, with brooms, mop and rags simply piled up. Obviously, this was a small grocery room, and the bald man suddenly felt that it was much safer than outside, so he went in without thinking.

He brought the door to him steadily, but he still felt a little worried, so he simply used a mop to close the door and finally sat on the wall with peace of mind.

The surroundings were quiet and could only hear the crackling sound of candle wicks, the burning crackling sounds, and his own breathing. The dim and narrow space gave him a sense of security. Once his hanging heart was relieved, an irresistible sleepiness came quietly. He closed his eyes and fell asleep without realizing it.

Half-wake-up, the bald man felt in a daze that someone patted his shoulder gently. He was so tired that he hummed impatiently, shrugged his shoulders and continued to fall asleep. He heard someone leaning in his ear and said softly, "Where did you sell my kidney?"

"Ah?" The bald man was shocked and opened his eyes tremblingly. He saw a woman lying in front of him. Her long black hair blocked her face. Through her black hair, she could vaguely see that a pair of pure white and bloodless pupils were facing him.
Chapter completed!