The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

"What... what's going on here!" The injured man held his bleeding palm with a grumpy expression.

The other two men and one woman stayed away from him, as if they were worried about being implicated.

A man said: "So, is the assassination starting now?"

Tang Ci stood at the gate of the gate and looked at the gate carefully.

The woman whispered: "Be careful!"

Tang Ci stared at an exploding ice flower on the door, and said softly, "I was stabbed by ice."

The injured man said violently: "I just wanted to push and push the door to try, who knew that a white light flew out suddenly, and I didn't even have time to hide!"

The woman complained: "Did you go through the trial field in one day? Locking you in a field, how could it be possible for you to leave? I think you asked for it."

A bookish boy pointed to the door next to him and said, "I saw that white light coming from here. Does it mean that there is a trap here?"

Everyone looked over there and kept backing away, wanting to stay away from the so-called trap.

Tang Ci poked the ice on the door with her fingertips, and then touched the bloody handprint.

He looked down at the ashes, water droplets and blood on his palms.

"I think it's better for us to stay away from that door, bah! bah! There's so much dust here, no one has lived in it for many years, right? The ceiling is covered with cobwebs!"

"Wait, let's see if there are any clues here!"

Tang Ci walked slowly along the wall and stood in front of a clock.

The middle of the clock is covered with a round glass disc, which is still full of dust.

He blew slightly, and the fine dust immediately flew up.

They sway drippingly and vividly under the stained glass window, like tiny colored paper.

Tang Ci wiped off the dust under the dial with her fingers, only to see a date written on it—4800.

Tang Ci said, "Do you still remember the date when the gold powder was formed?"

The woman said quickly: "I remember the year [-] AD very clearly."

Tang Ci: "Then this clock is really old enough."

He looked at it for a while, but he didn't find anything, so he was about to leave. As soon as he took a step, for some reason, he turned his head subconsciously when his heart moved.

Because of the different angles, he found a scratch on the glass.

Tang Ci reached for his glasses, his eyes darkened.

……

"What are you doing?"

Anping stared inexplicably at Meng Busan who was scratching the dial with the point of his parasol.

Meng Busan said in a low voice: "I'm afraid this is a labyrinth trap, so let's make a mark here first."

Anping suddenly realized, and praised again and again: "Wow, you are really smart, yes, you should do this."

Meng Busan coughed lightly, and said in a low voice: "I'm not in good health, and my skills are not good. I guess only my mind can help you."

Anping: "No, what are you talking about, a good brain is more important than anything else in the proving ground, but unfortunately my skills can't strengthen the brain, by the way, what are your skills? "

Meng Busan looked back and smiled, "It's better to die."

Anping was stunned, "Huh?"

Meng Busan smiled and said: "It means that my death will be remembered by everyone who sees it, and they will never forget it for the rest of their lives."

Anping: "This... what is the use of this skill?"

Meng Busan: "I think there should always be times when it is useful."

He said slowly: "Don't worry, when I die, you will know how unforgettable it will be."

Anping froze.

He laughed awkwardly, "Ahaha, you really know how to joke."

Meng Busan frowned, "I want to relieve your nervousness, don't worry too much, it's fine even if you don't go with that person, after all, he doesn't look too easy to mess with."

Anping shrank his shoulders, feeling terrified, "That's right, what's the use of just hugging other people's thighs, besides, there's not much difference between L2 and L3..."

Meng Busan put down the parasol and nodded with a smile.

Anping was still a little nervous at first, but he immediately calmed down when he saw her smiling face.

His eyes softened, "It's great, I can still meet someone like you in the proving ground."

Meng Busan raised the corner of his mouth, "Yeah, it's awesome!"

Anping coughed lightly, and looked away in a panic, "Then shall we follow the same route as them?"

Meng Busan: "Let's follow up and have a look, in case any clues are missed."

Anping: "Okay, listen to you, let's go."

The two also walked towards the door on the left.

……

Inside the gate is a dark corridor with no lights and no windows, like a huge mouth of a monster that devours everything.

Anping hesitated for a while, and seeing Meng Busan stepping in without hesitation, carrying a small parasol, he quickly cheered up and followed.

He stayed close to Meng Busan, looking around nervously.

However, this passage is so long, and it is getting darker and darker.

In the long, dark corridor, only the footsteps of two people could be heard.

Anping was extremely nervous, he whispered: "Big sister, I still don't know what to call you?"

Meng Busan whispered: "My name is Ai Buai."

Anping turned his head and said speechlessly, "Big sister, what are you kidding about?"

The corridor was too dark, he couldn't see Meng Busan's expression.

Meng Busan said briskly, "I'm not lying to you. That's my name, because when my mother gave birth to me, she was about to divorce my father. She doubted whether my father loved her, so she gave me this name. .”

Anping: "...So that's the case."

It sounds like it does make sense.

Anping: "Then I'll call you Ai Meizi? Well, it's a little strange, so... don't you love? Well, forget it, let's call you Xiaoai!"

Meng Busan: "I can do it, Brother An."

Anping was refreshed when he heard Brother An's call.

He slapped his chest hard, "Xiao Ai, Big Brother An will protect you from now on, you don't have to be afraid, I've been through a lot of proving grounds anyway, I'm considered a veteran!"

Meng Busan softened his voice, "Well, then I will rely entirely on you, Brother An."

Anping was triumphant: "Don't worry!"

"However, Brother An, do you feel something is wrong?"

Anping looked confused, "Ah? What's wrong?"

Meng Busan said slowly: "The two of us seem to be trapped here, and this corridor will never end."

Anping was startled, "Is that so? I didn't even notice? Then what should I do?"

Meng Busan sniffed and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I'm a little afraid of the dark..."

Anping immediately said: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll blow the wall away, if you can't find a way out, make a way yourself!"

Meng Busan: "I'm afraid it won't work. It is said that this is the end of the snow disaster. The temperature in the entire castle is slowly dropping. If you break through the wall, once the cold air from outside pours in, there is still a way to survive?"

Anping immediately became nervous, "Then...then what should I do?"

He wanted to get closer to Meng Busan, but Meng Busan screamed.

"do not come!"

"What, what's wrong?"

Anping completely stood still and did not dare to move?

Meng Busan sobbed: "I accidentally stepped on a trap, Brother An, please don't come here."

Anping was at a loss, "What trap? If it's a hidden weapon, I can use my physical strength to block it for you."

Meng Busan said in a muffled voice: "Yes... I don't know, but I feel that the floor is collapsing. Brother An, I may fall, you must find me."

"I……"

He suddenly became firm, "Don't worry, I will definitely find you."

Meng Busan: "Then... Brother An, can you give me some of your blood? I have an exchange item, and I can find the tester based on the tester's blood."

Anping didn't want to agree, after all, it was in the proving ground, but he thought of Xiao Ai's perseverance...

Anping gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves, and passed his arm over, "You use it!"

Meng Busan panicked: "But, I don't have a sharp weapon on me, what should I do, I'm about to fall..."

Anping directly took out a Swiss Army Knife from his belongings and handed it over.

"Xiao Ai, hold this, remember, we will meet again, hold this and wait for me!"

Meng Busan tensed his voice and was moved: "Brother An..."

He drew out the knife, raised the knife with his hand, and cut Anping's arm open, but what appeared was not blood, but particles like gold sand.

The golden sand-like particles were actually glowing slightly, illuminating the space between the two of them.

Meng Busan stared at Anping: "You...are not a tester?"

Anping was more flustered than she was, "No, I am! I really am! I don't know what's going on! Where's my blood? Where's my blood?"

He rubbed the wound vigorously, frowning in pain, but what came out was still golden sand, and those golden sands kept flying upwards, like countless fireflies flying.

Meng Busan took a step back and suddenly exclaimed.

Anping opened his eyes wide: "Xiao Ai!"

He hurriedly reached out to grab it, but it was empty.

He watched Xiao Ai fall into the black hole behind her.

Anping's voice became more urgent, "Sister—Xiao Ai—"

However, all he was left with was the echo in the dark corridor.

……

It didn't take long for Meng Busan to touch the ground after sliding down.

When the soles of the leather shoes hit the ground, there was a sticky sound of water.

His eyes were stimulated by the strong light, but he still didn't close them, but quickly glanced around.

A layer of blood accumulated on the ground, and a few skinless bodies fell into the blood, covered with ice thorns.

On a monster corpse with no fur but only flesh, the man I met before was standing on it.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and the obsidian studs on the earrings were shining.

Hearing the sound, his sharp eyes swept over, and he didn't let down his vigilance when he saw the appearance of the person coming.

Holding a small parasol, Meng Busan suddenly appeared in the small room full of corpses and blood.

He looked around, the surrounding walls were covered with murals, the interior decoration was incomparably luxurious, but there were countless ice formations, and the crystal chandelier above his head was dazzlingly bright.

Meng Busan narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded to him, and said directly: "I can prove that I am myself, not pretended by others or monsters."

He looked at Meng Busan coldly, and said, "How do you prove it?"

Meng Busan: "When I entered this trial field, I didn't come in alone. I had teammates, but my teammates didn't show up here with me. There are not only five people in this trial."

He still stared at him, "This is just your side story."

Meng Busan smiled at him, "I also know that if you get hurt here, it won't turn into blood but will turn into gold dust."

"So, do you think we're really in a real castle?"