infinite danger

"He's still angry!"

Feeling the faint breath at her fingertips, the face of the woman in the cheongsam eased, her eyes lit up with hope, and she quickly pressed her clothes to Chenyu's wound to stop the bleeding, and said to Ah Ming: "Come and help."

"I'm going to get the medicine kit."

Hearing this, Ji Siwei turned around and went to the living room.

Ah Ming helped to move Chenyu out of the closet, let him lie flat on the floor, checked his vital signs, and shook his head:

"He hurt his vitals and lost a lot of blood. The conditions here are too limited. Without professional doctors, he will die soon."

The blood soon stained the hands of the cheongsam woman red, feeling the warmth of the blood, seeing Chenyu's pale face, she hesitated for the first time:

"He's still alive, we can't just give up on him like this!"

"There is too little we can do now." Ah Ming took a skirt casually, tore it off as a bandage, and simply bandaged the wound, with a calm tone: "There is a time difference between the dungeon and the reality, as long as he finds the passage to go back quickly, he may still be able to recover." There is a silver lining."

Ji Siwei turned back with the medicine box in hand, and as soon as he reached the door, he was stunned, and his usual gentle tone became serious:

"Stay away from the windows!"

The two looked up, and saw a few human-shaped black shadows lying on their stomachs outside the window at some point. The distance was very close, and their five-fingered fingers and deformed heads could be seen. Come in pose.

The woman in the cheongsam was so frightened that her scalp went numb, and she endured and endured so much that she didn't scream.

There was a brief silence in the room, and a strange atmosphere spread to every corner.

Soon, the human-shaped black figure seemed to be aware that the people in the house had discovered them, and slowly climbed up like a giant lizard. Its strangely long hands slapped the window at a very fast frequency, making violent noises.

What's more frightening is that more and more deformed heads crowded over, they climbed outside, twisted, and slammed against the window fiercely.

The glass continued to vibrate, as if it would shatter in the next second.

A thick black air squeezed in from the cracks in the window lattice, and the entire window instantly filled with resentment, like a door leading to hell.

The scent of roses in the room had completely dissipated, and Ji Siwei smelled a rotten stench.

"They were probably attracted by the blood." Ji Siwei glanced at the blood-splattered floor, and frowned suddenly: "I always feel that something else is coming."

"Don't...don't worry, isn't there a protection mechanism for the mission site?" The cheongsam woman clenched her slightly trembling fingers, biting her back molars and said, "The time limit has not yet come, and they won't be able to get in no matter how vicious they look ,Right?"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden sharp sound on the window. Looking carefully, there were several cracks on the glass!

Some golden warm light appeared around the crack, which seemed to be repairing the window, but the speed was very slow, and more and more black air spilled into the room.

Ah Ming's face sank, and he stood up suddenly: "Not good! This dungeon is going out of control!"

"What... what does it mean to be out of control?!"

Looking at the increasingly fragile window, the cheongsam woman was a little incoherent.

"It means that the protection mechanism won't last long, and the ghosts inside will go berserk."

Ah Ming drew out his dagger, his face covered with dark clouds.

"I've never encountered a copy that got out of control...now...what should I do?"

"Are we all going to die here?"

The fear of death weighed on her heart like a mountain, and she couldn't breathe. The eyes of the woman in the cheongsam were red, and she bit her lip to hold back her tears.

The cheongsam woman has never experienced such a difficult dungeon. Accidents again and again constantly challenge her bottom line. She is just an ordinary person, and under the heavy pressure, she has no longer the original calmness.

"Calm down." Ji Siwei raised his eyes to look at the woman in the cheongsam, his transparent eyes were indifferent: "The most urgent thing is to quickly find Shi Chu's heart and fill it back into the corpse."

Unlike her, the more dangerous the situation is, the more Ji Siwei can maintain his rationality. In a dangerous situation, he still makes a clear judgment as quickly as possible.

"you're right."

Hearing Ji Siwei's words, the cheongsam woman raised her hand and wiped her tears on her shoulders, trying to control her emotions.

Ji Siwei raised his eyebrows, and said to Ah Ming, "I think it will be faster to start with Shiyi."

Ah Ming quickly understood what Ji Siwei meant, she walked to Shi Yi's side with the dagger in her hand, knelt down, put the dagger directly on Shi Yi's neck, and said coldly:

"Tell me, where did you hide Shi Chu's heart?"

"Heh... do you want to take my sister away too?" Messy hair hung over her face, her forehead was red and swollen, her hands and feet were tightly bound, she looked very embarrassed at first, but the arrogance in her eyes did not disappear. She squinted at Ah Ming, and sneered:

"I can't possibly tell you."

With force in his hand, the sharp dagger cut through the skin, and a bloodstain appeared on his fair neck in an instant, bleeding out.

Ah Ming said sharply, "If you don't tell me, I'll kill you."

Shi Yi didn't seem to be in pain, his smile became brighter and brighter, he stretched his neck towards the dagger, provoking Ah Ming with his eyes: "Okay, kill me."

The sound of the human-shaped black shadow hitting the window didn't stop for a moment. Seeing that the window was about to fail, there was another sound of heavy objects crawling on the ground outside the house.

While taking care of Chen Yu, the woman in cheongsam looked around every corner of the room, trying to find out where her heart was hidden.

Looking at Shi Yi's smile, Ah Ming was inexplicably aroused with anger, and immediately couldn't control his strength.

Seeing that Ah Ming was in a bad mood, Ji Siwei patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said to Shi Yi in a neutral voice:

"Your mother isn't in the house, but she'll be back anyway, right?"

"You are dead, who will take care of her."

Ah Ming pressed the dagger very cooperatively.

The smile on Shi Yi's face immediately froze, like a mask wearing a fake smile, which was breaking apart bit by bit.

Although the dungeon is going out of control for some unknown reason, the NPC is still in the original plot, so Ji Siwei's threat to her is effective and hits the nail on the head.

"It's in the third drawer on the left side of my desk." The smile on his face disappeared, Shi Yi was silent for about a minute, and then quietly closed his eyes: "Move the book on the floor and you can see it. The key is right there. In the jewelry box on the table."

"Huya, go open the drawer." Ah Ming didn't put away the dagger, and didn't even relax a bit: "If there's nothing in it, I'll kill her with one blow."

Ji Siwei responded, and soon after entering the room, he found the key and the drawer that Shi Yi had said.

The drawer was locked with an old-fashioned brass lock with fine carvings.

Up to now, Ji Siwei didn't have time to think too much, and opened the lock with the key directly.

As the drawer was opened, a not strong but pungent smell overflowed. Inside the drawer lay a glass jar containing a heart soaked in formalin.

In a frenzy, Shi Yi actually made a specimen of her sister's heart.

"I found it." Ji Siwei put the key in his pocket casually, and held up the glass jar with both hands: "Let's hurry up to the fifth floor."

Ah Ming breathed a sigh of relief, put away the dagger, and went over to push Ji Siwei's wheelchair: "Hold it steady, it won't last long here, we have to hurry up."

This house is like a behemoth that is gradually waking up. In the dark corners, there are countless dirty things that are about to move. If they stay there for a minute, they will be more threatening.

"What about Chenyu?" The cheongsam woman's eyes were red and she was caught in a dilemma: "He's still alive, I can't throw him down."

People who seem the most ruthless are often soft-hearted. The cheongsam woman knows that in this situation, bringing a comatose blood target will make the next road difficult, so she can't make up her mind.

Ah Ming's face changed slightly, she wanted to say something, but when the words came to her lips, it became: "Come and push the wheelchair, I am stronger, and I will carry Chenyu on my back."

When the mud bodhisattva crosses the river, it is difficult to protect himself. Ah Ming has a sense of proportion. If saving Chenyu will threaten their lives, she will definitely abandon him without hesitation.

The cheongsam woman nodded vigorously and helped put Chenyu on Ah Ming's back.

Although Chenyu looks thin, he is not light, and it is very difficult for Ah Ming to carry it on his back.

Regardless of the difficulties and obstacles along the way, or the threat of life and death, Ji Siwei didn't have much emotional fluctuations, but when he saw this scene, there was an uproar in his heart.

If he can walk like an ordinary person, he can carry Chenyu on his back at this time, and he can lighten their burden instead of becoming a burden.

The wound on his hand was torn open during the attack, and the bandage was soaked in blood. Only then did he feel the pain dully.

Clenching his hands tightly and then loosening them, Ji Siwei lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes and the ends of his eyes slowly forming a line, and he said in a slightly dry voice: "My wheelchair can bear three hundred catties, please let Chenyu here, although Going upstairs will be more difficult than before, but it will also be easier than carrying it on your back."

"No need." Ah Ming shook his head and raised the corner of his lips: "I have practiced cross-country with weights before, it's nothing."

As soon as he walked out of the door, Ah Ming suddenly stopped and whispered, "There is someone in the living room."

A man in a suit sat in front of the piano, with jade-like hands on the keys, and began to play as if no one else was there.

The fingertips are like agile butterflies jumping on the black and white keys, and the emotional music is like a living river, flowing quietly.

The man's back is upright, and he looks gentle, which makes people feel good. The woman in the cheongsam was not too nervous. She asked softly, "Is this an NPC?"

Listening to this familiar melody, Ji Siwei's nerves were stretched to the extreme with the ups and downs of the music.

On the first night of staying, before Shi Chu appeared, Ji Siwei had heard this piano piece, and the tall man also said that he had heard the piano sound on the night when Cun Tou had an accident.

"He's not an NPC." Ji Siwei stared at the back without blinking, and casually said something creepy: "He's the man hidden in the dark cabinet in Room [-]."

Probably after hearing Ji Siwei's words, the man's hand stopped, and he slowly turned his head...

The man's skin had rotted beyond belief, and there were only two dark spots left in his eyes, which was far from the handsome appearance in the photo, but the elegance between his eyebrows still remained.

Like a puppet, the man turned his head inflexibly. When he saw the heart that Ji Siwei was holding, two lines of blood-red tears suddenly flowed from those terrifyingly black eyes.

He sat on the piano silently, without a trace of malice, but with endless remorse and pathos.

He is probably using his own way to bid farewell to Shi Chu and this short and absurd life.