Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

By the dim candlelight, they arrived at the stairs. The monsters behind them all stopped as if they were afraid of something.

Yan Zhiwei glanced at the monster that was gradually retreating, and moved his arms that were a little sore from the beating just now: "It seems that this is the big boss."

On the fourth floor, no one has ever been to the unknown dangers. Even these crazy monsters were too afraid to move forward.

Xiu Jin held Rong Mo's hand, as if to give him confidence. Rong Mo looked at the deep stairs, feeling an inexplicable bad feeling in his heart.

It's not that he's afraid that he won't be able to beat him, it's that he... resists going up.

Strange, why does he feel this way?Even if you can't beat him, there are still cheats in the system.

He glanced at the white dumpling that had been floating beside him.

The light of Bai Tuanzi has faded?

Rong Mo frowned. There was no reason why he couldn't go up even though he was here. Thinking about it, he raised his feet and stepped on the stairs.

Following the movements of the three people, there was a "squeaking" sound of the door opening behind them.

Bloody moonlight poured in, and looking back, the third floor looked like a sea of ​​blood, followed by piercing screams.

As he got closer and closer to the fourth floor, the screams turned into howls, as if he had endured some inhuman torture. The cries were heartbreaking, and something could be vaguely heard struggling in pain.

Yan Zhiwei's scalp was numb when he heard this, and his palms were sweating nervously. He looked at the two hurried figures in front of him and swallowed.

Neither of them were afraid of him. What was he afraid of?

He gritted his teeth and increased his speed to catch up.

The moment we entered the fourth floor, all the screams disappeared.

The candlesticks on the wall in the corridor slowly lit up, and the candlelight flickered, making the corridor dim.

The entire corridor was filled with crosses, the walls were painted with strange magic circles, and all the doors were sealed with incomprehensible spells written on them.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, not even the sound of wind. The screams just now were like an illusion, and the silence in the corridor could be heard.

"I...I think this place is a bit scary..."

Yan Zhiwei took a step back and felt a little scared. Compared to those heart-rending screams, this strange tranquility was more like a prelude to the coming storm.

Rong Mo took a step forward and took out the layout plan by the dim candlelight.

His eyes scanned the sealed door, and suddenly he noticed a trail of dried blood, their feet stepping on the gold and red carpet.

The carpet is valuable at first glance. Even after the ravages of time, the faint golden threads can still be seen.

The blood stains spread all the way forward, and Rong Mo stepped forward to follow.

Xiu Jin followed closely behind him, and Yan Zhiwei shuddered and moved closer.

"This bloodstain cannot belong to Wang Ji and the others, right?"

Rong Mo glanced at Yan Zhiwei and made a silent gesture.

It's unusually quiet here, there aren't even monsters, it's a bit too abnormal.

The blood stains spread to a wooden door, which was carved with classical patterns and was as exquisite as a work of art.

Rong Mo's eyes fell on the door handle. This door was different from other doors because the seal on it had been torn apart.

He took out the drawings and compared them. This is the dean's office...

Yan Zhiwei suppressed his fear and whispered: "Are you sure you want to go in?"

"Otherwise? The answer is inside."

Rong Mo put away the drawings, took a deep breath, and pressed the door handle.

"Squeak..."

The door opened slowly, and it was dark inside. The pungent smell of blood mixed with the disgusting smell of corpses wafted out from inside.

"vomit!"

Although he had the illusion that he would not experience visual impact, his sense of smell was still there, and the smell was so stimulating that he couldn't help but sneeze out.

Xiu Jin quickly supported him and covered his mouth and nose with her big hands.

Rong Mo calmed down for a while, gently patted his big hand on his face, and said comfortingly: "I'm fine."

Xiu Jin hesitantly put down his hand, frowned and looked inside.

Rong Mo held the candle taken from the corridor and observed the scene inside with the dim light.

He moved inside step by step, and a broken leg fell from the roof.

Rong Mo's breath was stagnant, and he was so frightened that he almost blurted out a sentence of Chinese quintessence. He endured the discomfort and slowly moved the candlelight upwards.

It's okay not to look at it. Yan Zhiwei couldn't help but burst into tears when he looked at it.

There were four mangled corpses in front of them, which were Wang Ji and the others who died before.

The two headless corpses were disemboweled and their body parts were pierced with chains one by one.

Not to mention how shocking that scene was.

The three of them held their breath, and a door in the room suddenly opened by itself...

The dark space was glowing with fluorescence, and you knew there was definitely nothing good inside without even looking.

Yan Zhiwei was so frightened that his feet trembled a little. Rong Mo clenched his fists with a cold face. What he feared most was this unknown fear.

The long sword in his hand trembled as if to encourage him, Rong Mo was stunned for a moment.

This sword...is it alive?

Glancing at Bai Tuanzi, the words he wanted to ask were stuck in his throat, so forget it and ask again when he goes out.

He clenched the sword in his hand, stared at the half-open door and said coldly: "All unknown fears come from insufficient firepower. No matter what is inside, cut him first!"

After saying that, he had already raised his sword and kicked the door open.

There was nothing horrifying in the room, just a few corpse stands, surrounded by candles that flickered on and off. Under the candles, there was a circle that gave people a headache as they looked around.

A rickety old man stood in front of the corpse table, slowly turning his head...

Every movement was accompanied by the sound of "creaking" bones, as if it was about to fall apart at any time.

As he turned around, they saw the face of the rickety old man clearly. His skin was wrinkled like a piece of human skin covering a skeleton, and there was nothing in the two holes.

Yan Zhiwei paused slightly, not because he was scared, but because this monster was much prettier than the one below, at least it could be seen as human.

This...is the big boss?

Xiu Jin also frowned in confusion. Apparently he didn't expect that there would be a rickety old man inside who looked harmless.

The rickety old man stood there quietly, with a smile on his face that made the wrinkles on his face tremble.

This scene didn't have much impact, but Rong Mo stood there like falling into an ice cave!

From his perspective, the person standing there is himself!

It was a person who looked exactly like him. The only difference was that the beautiful face of the person in front of him had a pair of blood-red pupils.

Underneath him were piles of bones like a mountain. He first looked at him smiling miserably, like a dilapidated butterfly that could be shattered at any time. It was sad and beautiful, and two lines of blood and tears fell down his white to blue skin.

As he moved, the other shore flower bloomed in the corpse, wrapping him in it, swaying as if to comfort him.

The red moon was reflected outside the window at some point, facing several people.

The rickety old man suddenly pointed to the wall behind him, and several people looked in the direction he pointed.

Rong Mo felt dizzy inexplicably, and it was written in blood: The blood moon will usher in a carnival, and the devil will come to the world.

Blood Moon... Rong Mo looked out the window blankly, and the person who looked exactly like him appeared again. Instead of a sad smile, he was suppressed and screaming in pain!

Even if it was silent, he could feel the pain of the other person firsthand, and the hatred that was almost solidified, swallowing the heaven and the earth!

Xiu Jin was inexplicably flustered. He looked back at Rong Mo, who said nothing, and saw the blood-covered eyes. He suddenly stopped, and the blood moon was reflected in the red eyes!

"Rong Mo?"

Xiu Jin held Rong Mo's cold hand and called him gently, but received no response from Rong Mo.

He felt more and more wrong.

Suddenly the rickets in front of him moved, and there was a sound of bones rubbing against his jaw, as if he was saying something...

What Yan Zhiwei and Xiu Jin heard was a whining sound.

In Rong Mo's eyes, the man who was about to be broken at any moment looked at him sadly. The other shore withered, the mountain of corpses surged, countless bloody hands swallowed him up, and the bright red lips opened and closed silently.

Cangshan is silent, and the brightness is restored?

This is what the figure said before it was swallowed up...

He murmured unconsciously, and the sword Bianhua in his hand kept climbing upwards, even breaking through the shackles of the sword and climbing onto his arm.

The blood-red Bianhua flowers penetrated into his flesh, and were particularly beautiful on the translucent white skin.

Dense pains came over me, first it felt like my heart was being chewed to pieces, and then I was peeling off the skin and bones...

pain!He couldn't stop shivering from the pain.

He stretched out his hands dullly, and his hands were full of flesh and blood, revealing the bones!

No, it's not him!

A pair of invisible hands forced him to raise his head, and then a disembodied voice filled his ears with confusion: "This is you."

Rong Mo stiffened up, he couldn't control his body!

With the appearance of this voice, he calmed down as if he was bewitched.

The hands led his eyes to a group of shadows shedding blood and tears, worshiping in one direction.

The words they muttered were words he couldn't understand, but he could feel their piety, as if... praying to gods?

Rong Mo followed those gazes and looked over. There was a shadow hanging there, with countless slender chains passing through the man's flesh. His head was lowered, his face covered with long hair, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

There were hideous bloodstains all over his body, with bones visible and flesh and blood blurred.

I can't tell you what he looks like at all...

"Take a good look, that's you." The seductive whisper in the ear continued.

The voice kept repeating this sentence, his head felt dizzy and his thoughts gradually blurred...

The charming whisper began to become heartbreaking: "This is you, kill! Kill them all! They turned you into this!"

The roaring sound struck his already beating heavy heart, and the overwhelming hatred tore at his weak nerves.

"Kill them...and you will be free"

relief…

His world has no color anymore...

There was only overwhelming red, and countless dead souls clamoring in his mind.

They screamed in pain, cried out, their flesh and blood dripping with blood, and finally screamed, kill!Kill them!

"Mo Mo, wake up!" Xiu Jin was still trying to wake up Rong Mo, who was standing there with his eyes blank.

Rong Mo raised his hand. He was like a puppet being manipulated. His pupils suddenly widened, and evil energy surged out, setting off a hurricane.

Xiu Jin was not alert at all, and was shaken out by the sudden hurricane. The long knife pierced the ground and moved backwards for a distance before he stabilized his body.

Yan Zhiwei didn't have Xiu Jin's skills, so he was suddenly knocked away and hit the wall.

And the rickets they saw when they came in had turned into withered bones and were scattered all over the ground...

Red moon, devil, sacrifice!Is this... a successful sacrifice?

Xiu Jin's heart sank, fear spread, and his usually cold expression became panicked. He pulled out his knife and wanted to run towards Rong Mo, but the black bird suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Master, you can't touch filthy people!"

Xiu Jin waved away the black bird in front of him: "Get away!"

"hateful!"

Blackbird's body was flashing with fine electric currents, and Rong Mo was clearly passive!

This is not the power this world should have at all!

It circulated the energy in its body, trying to bring back the out-of-control Xiu Jin.

The evil energy surging in front of him seemed to have seen through its intentions, and actually rushed towards it!

A white light blocked in front of it:

"Get out!"

As the gentle yet majestic voice fell, the evil spirit that rushed towards him shrank back.

The black bird stared at the white dumpling who appeared in front of him with a pair of bird eyes: "Sure enough, it's you!"

Bai Tuanzi turned around and looked at it: "They will not be in danger, please don't interfere..."