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Jiang Ning could only use this word to describe the expression of the head at this time.

The nuclear torch's light was bright, and it happened to be able to shine on a wooden Buddhist altar behind the altar. This was not a rare sight, but as his eyes moved up, Jiang Ning found that the altar was not a Buddha statue, but a A shriveled baby.

The curled up baby was no more than half the length of an adult's arm. Her eyes were slashed with a knife, and there was a dark and ugly big hole in her small chest.

The pearly white carousel kept flashing back, Jiang Ning shivered involuntarily, he thought it would be vicious enough to enclose such a small baby in the painting, but the young man never expected that Song Yanhua would do it out of hatred Such an insane step.

If it weren't for the player's intervention, the mother and daughter would probably be close at hand in this life, but they wouldn't be able to see each other.

The resentment accumulated over the years was completely ignited at this moment, the jar that trapped the woman's body soon had cracks, and he threw the head into the jar without hesitation, and Yan Sen quickly took it away at the moment when the mummy was jointed. the child in the altar.

"I promise, we will return the baby to you as soon as we leave." Yan Sen was holding the body of a baby who had been dead for an unknown number of years in his arms, but Yan Sen was still calm and calm as usual. His tone was relaxed, but the gun in his hand was not half shake.

Throwing a mouse-like weapon, the mummy connected her head with a "click, click", and finally rushed out after glaring at the three of them viciously. The black mist swirled around her like wings, and the crisp cracking sound of the jar It attracted Song Yanhua's vigilance.

The door broke through with a "bang", and the long-lost light finally shone into this taboo-like dark room again. Jiang Ning, who was swept by the wind in the front, staggered, subconsciously wanting to rub his sore eyes.

"Dirty." Even with a "child" in his arms, Yan Sen can still hold down his "daughter-in-law" with one hand, "It will be clean with a little tears."

Thus, the young man whose wrist was held could only look at the chaos in Song Yanhua's bedroom with tears in his eyes——

Song Yanhua's pen manipulates the souls of all the dead who died in vain, but the female corpse is surrounded by the resentment of all the dead who died in vain. Black and white are intertwined, as if directly bringing the entire villa down to the [-]th floor of hell.

However, dying in vain is dying in vain. Most of the "models" in Song Yanhua's works are not voluntary. Soon, those white ghosts who were sealed into the paintings by Song Yanhua in a special way were inevitably infiltrated by black resentment.

The brush trembled uncontrollably, Song Yanhua only felt that her hands were getting heavier and heavier, as if she had been dragged into a swamp full of mud, and she was losing strength little by little.

In the interlaced black and white, only Lele still maintained his original appearance. He desperately protected Song Yanhua, and his body, which had been shot by Yan Sen, was so transparent that it almost disappeared with the wind.

This child has never hated his mother, nor has he lost his consciousness in a daze. In this eerie hall of ghostly paintings, he is the only one who is the brightest color.

But at this moment, an accident occurred. The old John, who had disappeared for a long time, suddenly changed into a casual outfit and opened the door. Song Yanhua, who felt that she was struggling more and more, her eyes lit up, and she immediately shouted recklessly: "John, save me!"

But old John didn't even look at her, he ran quickly to Song Yanhua's bedside, and took off the old portrait of Lele.

"Want to save this woman's son? Dreaming!"

Originally, she didn't intend to pay attention to this human being whom she had never seen before, but when she saw that the other party wanted to rescue Song Yanhua's child, the female corpse immediately threw her arms at Old John.

He quickly took out a bottle containing a transparent liquid from his pocket and threw it at the foot of the female corpse. A red light flashed, and a small match instantly ignited the entire carpet.

The fire rose up with a "huh", the female corpse howled in pain, and the surrounding black shadows became illusory and distorted. Seeing this, Song Yanhua laughed and ran towards the door, but was caught in the next second. A charred left hand grabbed the ankle.

"Let's die together." Holding Song Yanhua tightly, the female corpse giggled at her enemy as if she couldn't feel the pain.

The soles of her feet could already feel the pain of the flames licking. Song Yanhua, who had fallen to the ground, desperately crawled to the door. It was just her strength of an ordinary person, how could it be stronger than a resentful female corpse?

A series of black and white grievances dissipated into flying smoke, and Jiang Ning, who was puzzled, slapped his forehead: "Oops, it was Old John who burned all the paintings in the villa!"

Otherwise, with just a bottle of alcohol and a carpet, how could it be so lethal to the innocent souls?

There was a fire and two women fighting in front of the road blocking the way, and behind was another iron door that was tightly locked. Annie, who had heard about Jiang Ning and the two, trembled and said without tears: "Isn't it? Are we going to be burned alive into scorched corpses?"

This is not as good as the death method of being gouged out!

"Don't panic," Yan Sen suggested in a steady voice, looking at the small corpse in his arms, "We still have it."

"I'm here to attract the female corpse's attention, and you all take advantage of the chaos to escape as soon as possible."

"And my eyebrow pencil," Annie said generously, taking out the props from her pocket, "I didn't have time to use it when I was arrested, but now it just comes in handy."

Get ready, when Annie finally puts a stroke on her brow, the three players have already integrated into the surrounding environment, and ran out with the place that has not been completely burned, Yan Sen forcefully pushed the throwing back the baby in his hand—

"my child!"

"boom!"

The baby, the female corpse, and Song Yanhua, who was burned by the flames and gave off a scorched smell, were all locked in by Jiang Ning's last action.

Panting in fear, several people bent over to cover their mouths and noses, and ran downstairs while the stairs were not completely lit.

That is probably an experience that many people have never experienced in their entire lives. Wronged souls screamed miserably behind them, and flames chased after them overwhelmingly. Afterlife-like illusion.

The heat wave was transpiring, and the unwilling skeletons outside the villa had long since returned to dead silence with the burning of the portraits. Looking at the strange painting hall engulfed by the fire in front of him, Jiang Ning suddenly said without thinking: "Actually, I was I wanted to bury the child."

In the whole story of the three rounds of checkpoints, Lele and the baby girl are the most innocent. The child has no fault at all, but the adults forcibly gave them a tragic fate.

"Don't be sad," Yan Sen comforted Jiang Ning's right hand naturally, "at least Lele still has someone who truly loves him, doesn't he?"

The heart was beating wildly, Jiang Ning didn't know whether it was because of the overwhelmed after running at high speed, or because of the man's gentle and sincere consolation.

It is said that two people who have experienced the suspension bridge effect together are more likely to fall in love. After escaping several times with each other in the game "Return", how could he not like Yan Sen more, more, more.

"I……"

"I said you guys are never finished," Annie, who also knew that she had a messy cat face and was very concerned about her personal image, crossed her arms in dissatisfaction, "There is still a big living person standing here who can breathe."

"Those skeletons can't move anymore, let's leave now."

Nodding his head, Yan Sen asked in a low voice while supporting Jiang Ning who was a little out of strength: "What did you want to say just now?"

"It's nothing." Shaking his head, the face of the young man who almost blurted out his thoughts quickly flew a blush. Unfortunately, the three people who had been burned by the smoke were all "black-faced cats" at the moment, so no one noticed. Jiang Ning felt a little uncomfortable.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, Annie, who had suffered from the skeletons, carefully bent down, picked up a stone and threw it out the door. Seeing that the skeletons were still lifeless and unresponsive, he turned around and waved to the two of them: "Go!" Bar."

The moment both feet stepped out of the door, Annie's body immediately turned into a white light and disappeared outside the door, pushing Jiang Ning forward, Yan Sen let go of his left hand: "I'll find you later."

Nodding in response, Jiang Ning took one last look at the fiery Art Museum, and then walked out the door without looking back.

The story stays in the past, but their game continues.

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[Ding dong!Congratulations to player No. 001 Yan Sen, No. 121 Jiang Ning, and No. 336 Lin Anni for successfully escaping the three rounds of checkpoints. ]

[During the team contribution settlement, the real-time barrage opens. ]

It was still the familiar system notification tone, and the same broadcast content, but this time, before Jiang Ning recovered from the dizziness of teleportation, he was hugged by someone who appeared out of thin air.

After leaving the checkpoint, the clothes on the player's body also returned to their original cleanliness. Smelling the pleasant scent of plants and trees, Jiang Ning pushed the other party effortlessly: "Brother Yan?"

"A little dizzy." Pretending to hold his forehead, Yan Sen let go of the opponent, with a very "honest gentleman" expression on his face.

Looking around the surrounding environment, the man raised his eyebrows: "It seems that we were not directly sent to the game lobby this time."

The game hall Yan Sen mentioned is the pentagonal space with the swivel chairs. The room in front of him is warmly decorated, but it is different from the previous style of "Return".

What's more, the settlement in the team has not yet ended, but there is no sign of Annie in the room.

"It is said to be a [-]-hour in-game intermission," Jiang Ning habitually glanced at the bullet screen. Jiang Ning quickly learned the reason for the abnormal teleportation destination. Shrugging, he pretended to be calm and said, "One person One room, maybe we were divided together because of the dead line of marriage."

"So that's how it is," Yan Sen said with a protracted tone on purpose, pointing in the direction of his virtual screen with a smile, "Magma is the best? It seems that my fans all like you."

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