It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xiao Huai raised his eyebrows and looked at the ghost hand that kept muttering "unwilling" with some curiosity, and a hint of doubt flashed through his mind.

Then he reached out and grabbed it without hesitation, stabbing the dagger through the twisted palm.

As the blade sank in, the ghost hand let out a shrill scream, its voice filled with pain and resentment, but it did not disappear and continued to struggle violently.

Xiao Huai casually stretched out his other hand, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, a small flame danced on his fingertips, emitting a blazing light, making the ghost hand's face even more hideous.

He smiled slightly and asked coldly, "What are you unwilling about? Why don't you tell me what you are talking about? Maybe I can help you."

The flame slowly moved around his fingertips, and his eyes sparkled in the dark red light like burning gems. The hint of red flowed in his eyes like a blazing flame, as if if you looked at it for just a moment longer, you would be engulfed by the heat.

The ghost hand seemed unable to understand Xiao Huai's words at all, and continued to shout hysterically, "I won't give up... Give me your body! Give me your hand! I want to continue... and continue!"

The voice became increasingly sharp, filled with a greedy and desperate desire.

At this moment, a black shadow appeared silently beside Xiao Huai.

Mo Yu stood quietly beside Xiao Huai, his eyes slightly narrowed, bringing a heart-pounding power.

With a flick of his fingertips, the power of the nightmare demon surged towards the ghost hand like a dark tide, penetrating its twisted body and reaching the deepest part of its consciousness.

The ghost hand's struggle suddenly stopped, and the ferocious look on its face showed a hint of panic under Mo Yu's power.

The power of nightmare is like an invisible blade, cutting open its heart entangled with resentment. In the deepest darkness, its memories of life emerge.

Xiao Huai and Mo Yu's senses were connected at this moment, and he saw the appearance of the ghost hand not long ago.

At that time, he was just an ordinary contestant, walking in the same red light channel in this area like Xiao Huai.

He pushed open the doors one by one, searching for an exit.

As each door opened, his steps became heavier, and his eyes revealed a hint of impatience and fatigue.

When he finally pushed open the last door, the scene before him startled him slightly.

Behind the door was not an exit, but a strange slot machine.

The machine flashed colorful lights, intertwined with the red light, looking weird and attractive.

The sign above flashed a few words: "Please exchange game coins."

There was a clear line of small words engraved on the coin exchange machine next to it - method: organs, limbs.

At that moment, Xiao Huai could clearly feel the contestant's heart gradually being consumed by fear and anxiety.

There was no one around, only the slot machine's cold reminder sound kept repeating: "Please insert a coin, please insert a coin..."

He had hesitated and struggled, but under the torture of loneliness and hopelessness, he finally raised his hand, a look of despair on his face, and put one of his fingers into the coin exchange machine.

But he didn't feel any pain.

The moment my fingertips touched the metal, the machine made a teeth-grinding sound and coldly reeled my fingers in.

The machine clicked and coldly spat out a pile of game coins, which scattered on the ground, shining.

The man's eyes lit up instantly, as if he was bewitched by some force. He couldn't wait to pick up the game coins and throw them into the slot machine.

The dazzling array of reward patterns on it kept spinning, like an alluring dream, stirring up his deepest desires and obsessions again and again.

Every time he pressed the button, he always felt that victory was just around the corner, but the wheel would eventually stop just one step away from the jackpot. The difference was only a hair's breadth, but it was extremely heartbreaking.

The man was disappointed again and again, but just when he was on the verge of giving up, the slot machine would give him a little sweet treat at the right time - a tiny reward, but enough to rekindle his hope and force him to get involved again.

Gradually, the man's eyes became more and more fanatical, and he began to exchange coins at all costs.

He used his hands, fingers, and even more important organs in exchange for the fading hope.

The loss of his limbs brought not only pain, but also an inescapable obsession that drove him deeper and deeper into depravity.

Every investment, every drop of blood lost, dragged him into the bottomless abyss.

Finally, everything he had was used up, and the last game coin slid into the slot machine, but all he got in return was cold silence.

The man collapsed on the ground and found that he only had a pale and weak hand left. He could neither continue to exchange coins nor play any games.

His eyes went from fanaticism to dead silence, and he fell into endless despair.

He turned into a ghost hand and became an eternal prisoner, unable to touch life anymore. Only the deep unwillingness and the lifelong obsession turned into low whispers, echoing in the maze.

I’m not willing to accept this… I’m not willing to accept this…

Xiao Huai watched all this coldly, lowered his head to pick up the ghost hand, and handed it to Mo Yu: "Take it."

Mo Yu took the ghost hand with a bit of disgust on his face. He frowned slightly and couldn't help muttering: "Master, do I really have to carry this thing?"

Xiao Huai only glanced sideways, and Mo Yu understood instantly. He immediately shut up, smiled awkwardly, and tightened his hand, "I'll take it, I'll take it."

As soon as Mo Yu grasped the ghost hand, it immediately began to murmur in complaint, "I'm not willing to accept this... I'm so unwilling to accept this..."

The corner of Mo Yu's eye twitched. Unable to bear it any longer, he raised his hand and slapped the ghost hand's "face" without any hesitation. He snorted coldly, "What are you arguing about? You're still not willing to accept it after all this? If you have the energy to do this, why don't you just stay put?"

The ghost hand was stunned for a moment, his mouth half open. He wanted to continue shouting but didn't dare. He opened his mouth hesitantly, and there was a hint of grievance in his eyes.

Mo Yu rolled his eyes and muttered softly, "You're lucky to be with us. How dare you complain after doing this?"

Xiao Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, watching this funny scene, a smile passed across his lips, but he didn't say anything.

Mo Yu met Xiao Huai's eyes guiltily, and awkwardly stuffed his ghost hand into his arms, whispering, "Alright, be quiet, or I'll have to slap you again."

Xiao Huai continued to move forward, pushing open doors one after another, his footsteps echoing in the hazy red space. He didn't know how long he had been walking until he pushed open a door and suddenly a flashing slot machine appeared in front of him.

The room was completely empty, without even a speck of dust to be seen, with only this slot machine standing in the middle.

The light above the slot machine flickered, as if beckoning him closer.

A melodious and eerie music sounded, and a mechanical and indifferent voice slowly came: "Please insert a coin... Please insert a coin..."