This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"You are not Shi Si, who are you?"

After a few breaths of silence, "Mian" looked at the white-haired boy with burning eyes. He was a little unsure about this conclusion, but the sword in his hand was already ready to move.

"Oh? So a few words will reveal it... As you can see, I am indeed not Shi Si."

"Shi Si" on the opposite side was stunned for a brief moment, then crossed his arms across his chest, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. He took a deep look at "Mian", and then turned to look at the notice that had already appeared above.

["I" did not give it my eyes. It once gave its eyes to the being that needed them, but when it needed them, it was rejected, so it disappeared forever. 】

After scanning the words on the notice board in one second, the white-haired boy turned his eyes to "Mian".

"I am - the devil."

He didn't cover it up, or in other words, after he took over this incomplete body, he didn't intend to cover it up.

"...demon?"

"Mian" frowned, "Where's Shi Si?"

"He's too weak. With his physical condition just now, he can't support the next two layers at all, so I have to suffer the loss, bum bang him."

"Don't worry, he will be fine. I will accompany you for the rest of the journey."

"Besides, it was Shi Si's choice to let me out. He really knows how to make the best use of people."

The white-haired boy said and walked upstairs.

"Mian"'s hand holding the sword tightened and loosened, and finally he followed him.

Demons, priestesses, and even...worlds, these inexplicable and somewhat similar code names will always be more or less involved with Shi Si, even though Shi Si is no longer in control now.

The fourth floor is still a layer wrapped in crimson, but compared to the bloody smell that permeates the air of the other three floors, the smell of blood in this layer is almost inaudible.

The huge fourth floor was very empty, except for a... headless man standing in the middle.

The headless man stood upright, with blood constantly spurting out from its neck, and then dispersed in the air, like a... human-shaped fountain.

The demon wearing Shi Si's shell raised his eyebrows when he saw this, his face was quite calm.

When he stepped forward, he realized that the headless man had to stand upright because its lower limbs, starting from the knees, were nailed directly to the ground by two huge nails.

There was no blood flowing out, but as he got closer, "Mian" could feel the deep despair and sorrow coming from the headless man.

A speechless headless man, "Mian" has never felt such strong and obvious emotions from a humanoid creature.

"Looks like it's missing a head."

The white-haired boy looked at it with interest for a moment and came to a conclusion that was visible to the naked eye.

"According to the rules of the previous floors, as long as we put a head on it, we can enter the fifth floor."

"Mian, would you like to donate something?"

He looked at the boy in red and suggested harshly and bluntly.

"You are not Shi Si."

"Mian" responded coldly.

"Ok?"

The white-haired boy looked at Mian in confusion.

"So, I won't dedicate myself to you."

"Mian" directly took over this sentence.

And just as he finished speaking, the next moment, "Mian" drew out his sword and suddenly slashed at the headless man.

The headless man didn't move at all, and the sword didn't seem to cause any harm to it.

"Obviously, it's not a cold-blooded person."

"Besides, my blood is always flowing, don't you see?"

The white-haired boy smiled and asked, "What should we do in this situation?"

"The surrounding temperature is rising, and the concentration of this layer of blood mist seems to be rising at an extremely fast speed. After a while, I have no doubt that the blood spurted by this ghost thing will condense the air. , we just let it be at its mercy."

"how could I know?"

"Mian" couldn't hit it, so he asked subconsciously.

If Shi Si were here, maybe the situation wouldn't be so passive.

"Who did it for you?"

The white-haired boy glanced at Mian and said, "I'm asking your dear father."

This time "Mian" fell silent and just took back the sword.

As he spoke, the blood mist around him became thicker and thicker, and it was already a bit laborious to breathe.

The devil came close to "Mian" and couldn't help but want to get the sword on "Mian"'s phone.

"Shi Si needs it."

One sentence made the boy in red subconsciously let go.

The white-haired boy who got the sword chopped off his left arm without blinking, and the blood spurted out immediately splashed all over "Mian".

"Mian"'s pupils narrowed, "Is this Shi Si's body?"

He asked, his voice trembling, his expression unbearable.

"Yes."

replied the devil.

He inserted the severed arm along the spot where the headless man's blood spurted up.

The air that slowly solidified suddenly became stagnant, and then became loose again.

It seems that this is indeed an effective method.

In a corner of the fourth floor, layers of wall peeled off, and a staircase quickly appeared.

The devil looked over, but only once. The prompt from Shi Si made him pull on Mian's arm.

"Run!"

The moment they stepped onto the stairs, the headless man exploded like a bomb with overloaded capacity. The entire fourth floor was instantly plunged into boundless black.

Something spread to the soles of her feet. Mian looked down and saw blood.

It's just that there seems to be some barrier between the fourth floor and the stairwell, which blocks all the blood that is approaching black.

A noticeboard that was larger than the previous ones slowly emerged from behind the two people.

[It has no head. It once had a beautiful female head, but it gave it to the person who needed it. At this point, the warm blood in its body lost its gate and can no longer circulate on its own. 】

[It misses its former companions and the happiness it once had, but now, it is just a monster that is neither human nor ghost. It hates the existence that brought all this, that man, that culprit. 】

[But now, it has been liberated. If time can go back...forget it, time will not go back. 】

The white-haired boy took a quick glance and walked directly towards the roof.

"Mian" read it twice carefully, with a thoughtful look on his face.

But soon, he ignored the sign and headed towards the roof.

The fifth floor is still the same size as the previous four floors, but the difference is that there is no bloody blood here, but a rare normal state.

But still empty.

It's...an emptiness filled by a sea of ​​flowers.

The girl in a white dress wore a wreath of white hyacinths on her head. She stood in a sea of ​​colorful flowers made of hyacinths, with her back to the two of them and her arms open.

"Feng Niannian."

"Mian" narrowed his eyes and said the girl's name.

The girl's movements stagnated, and then she slowly turned around.

It was indeed Feng Niannian's appearance, but... "Mian" could hardly miss the obvious traces of stitches on the girl's neck.

The girl smiled, stretched out her hand, and waved.

"Mian" could see it at a glance, the index finger that was also mended with needle and thread.

"Am I pretty?"

the girl asked, smiling broadly.

"It's a pity that beauty can't last forever. The body will eventually decay. My brother's sewing and mending will eventually fill this hole. Another hole will eventually appear soon."

"He is too tired, and I don't want him to be so tired, but I don't want to let him go, so this vicious cycle will eventually continue."

"If I have the immortal body of Sister Aqiao, I can accompany my brother forever."

The girl spoke eloquently, with a sweet voice, as if she was telling a very dreamy fairy tale.

But if you listen carefully, behind those words, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Hollow? Rotting body parts; beauty? Wantlessly seizing other people's organs for cultivation; patching them up? Taking other people's things as your own.

And now, she wants to get an incorruptible body once and for all.

Ah Qiao.

The most outstanding achievement of the Medicine Sect, even if the consciousness is absent, it has an immortal body. Even if it is injured, the powerful self-healing power will make up for it.

"So, kill him, okay?"

The girl pointed her hand at the white-haired boy, looking at "Mian" with a pleading look on her face.

"As long as we kill him, my brother and I, and even the Medicine Sect, will become your loyal servants. Our ability is much stronger than that of a player who has no power to tie a chicken..."