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"The third floor..." Fang Li tried hard to digest this information, "But I am going up the stairs from the sixth floor."

The few of them were walking in the deep corridor, and the portrait hanging at the top of the stairs was indeed the red-haired bearded man that Fang Li had seen on the third floor.

Xie Baiyuan wanted to return the coat to him, but Fang Li confiscated it. The clothes inside him were soaked in blood, so it was better to wear warm clothes.

The time in the building seemed to pass quickly, and the phone showed that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Xie Baiyuan found him.

He was alone, entangled with his hair in the toilet for several hours, and was found by Xie Baiyuan and the others on the verge of death.

In this way, his luck is really incredible.

"It's a warped space." Xie Baiyuan gathered his coat, and put a black top hat on Fang Li's head. The hat looked very familiar. Fang Li reached out and touched it, and said in his heart, this is not the one on the magician's head. Up?

Xie Baiyuan did it very smoothly by killing mobs and picking up equipment.

"After the space is folded and distorted, you can move instantly in this space. For example, if you point two points on a piece of paper, you can make the two points coincide by folding the paper in half. The floor is messed up. You think you have run to the seventh floor, but actually It took me a lot of time to find you from the third floor."

This statement was confirmed after they walked continuously up the stairs for half an hour.

Fang Li pursed his lips, with a heavy heart, "We have climbed the third, sixth, and fourth floors from the bottom up... Now this floor is the fifth floor, and the floors from the third to the sixth are all messed up."

The task he and Xie Baiyuan got was to send the planning proposal to the seventh floor, but because of this so-called warped space, they kept going around from the third floor to the sixth floor within half an hour.

It is equivalent to saying that what they got was a seemingly easy task that was actually almost impossible. As long as the building wanted to, they would never be able to reach the real seventh floor.

Fang Li held his breath, trying to find out the rules from the changes in these floors, and finally found that the only thing these floors have in common is that they all hang a portrait.

Judging from the magician who chased them down on the sixth floor, the portraits on the other three floors may also have hidden secrets.

Apparently Xie Baiyuan had the same idea as him, he reached out and touched the portrait of the lady on the wall, his slender fingers rested on the little lamb held by the lady in the arms of the portrait, and said softly, "If not, then Take out all the things in the remaining three portraits..."

Thinking of the decapitated magician, Fang Li felt his neck a little cold.

Gu Feng also had the same complicated mood, he said slowly: "You are not a newcomer, are you?"

Fang Li felt like he was being caught, but Xie Baiyuan looked at Gu Feng noncommittally.

He was too outstanding, especially after the dungeon was officially opened, he didn't hide it at all, whether it was the mobs in the dungeon or some emergencies, in his opinion, there was nothing to fear.

But halfway through the dungeon, it's meaningless to worry about whether Xie Baiyuan is a newcomer. Besides, for a really inexperienced novice like them, it would be great if there is an experienced person who can take him through the level.

"It seems that you and Tang Chong are not the same people. If you can help me and Xinxin get out of here, I will promise you anything." Gu Feng also understands this truth, especially when his daughter was also pulled into the car, and his beloved daughter He is eager to choose to rely on the strong.

But obviously, Xie Baiyuan is not some little angel who came to the world to spread love. He stared at Gu Feng for a few seconds with a half-smile, staring at people with no idea.

Gu Feng took a breath, and was about to say something, but saw Xie Baiyuan kick the ball to Fang Li, turned his head and continued to study the portrait.

"Ask him if he can help."

"Ah?" Fang Li, who was pushed out, was stunned. He didn't expect that Gu Feng was asking Xie Baiyuan for help, why Xie Baiyuan gave him the right to make the decision in a flash.

Gu Feng was relieved, he looked at Fang Li eagerly, "Brother Fang."

Fang Li: "...Hey." My brother called out, and Xinxin also grabbed the hem of his clothes, looking at him with big watery eyes, what else could he do.

Seeing him let go, the big stone in Gu Feng's heart fell, and he called Xie Baiyuan again to Brother Yuan, in exchange for Xie Baiyuan's light glance.

While observing the portrait, Xie Baiyuan said, "You are kind and generous."

Fang Li scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. After all, he himself was hugging Xie Baiyuan's thigh. The mud bodhisattva could not protect himself from crossing the river, and he wanted to protect the people on the bridge from falling into the water.

After studying the portrait for a while, Xie Baiyuan suddenly stopped and said, "Stand back."

Fang Li trembled, picked up Xinxin, and beckoned Gu Feng to step aside.

The weirdness of the portrait here cannot be expressed in words. Who knows what dangerous things are hidden in this portrait of a lady.

The overhead lights suddenly turned on, and the building called.

At the same time, Fang Li heard a "Fuck!" It was Lu Rui's voice.

He raised his head, and Lu Rui and Zhao Xiaotong appeared in front of him out of thin air, and there was movement behind him, and when he turned his head, Tang Chong, who had never seen anyone, appeared behind him.

Several people looked at each other in bewilderment, as if they didn't understand why they suddenly appeared here.

Zhao Xiaotong was the first to react, Xiaobu ran over and shouted happily: "Fang Li! Why are you here?"

There were still tears on her face, and her clothes were messy, as if she had just experienced an escape.

"We..." Fang Li wanted to explain, but found it too troublesome to say, "What happened to you?"

"We met a man with a red beard and a gun. He was chasing us. There was nowhere to hide on that floor..."

This girl's good make-up was crying. With her courage to cry like this, it seems that she was really frightened.

Lu Rui looked back and forth between Fang Li and Xie Baiyuan, and asked, "Where's the magician?"

Fang Li replied concisely: "Dead."

"Dead?" Zhao Xiaotong breathed a sigh of relief, and began to whine again, "It deserves it, I was scared to death."

Fang Li sighed, took a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, motioning for her to wipe away her tears, the moment she raised her head, she saw Lu Rui's gloomy eyes.

Fang Li was taken aback for a moment, and when he looked at it intently again, Lu Rui had returned to normal.

"What's the matter?" Tang Chong woke up from his dazed state.

"Where's Yang Shuwen?" Only then did Fang Li realize that something was wrong. Except for the dead Gu Yuechuan, only Yang Shuwen was not there.

"That woman touched things on the first floor and triggered the mechanism. She is already dead." Tang Chong put his hand on Shangli's shoulder, and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "What about you? What did you guys touch?"

"Touch your head." Zhao Xiaotong turned into an irritable girl after wiping her tears. Tang Chong's behavior of pushing Gu Yuechuan out as a dead ghost was still vivid in her memory. She wished that this person would disappear in front of her. "Yang Shuwen was also killed by you, right?"

"Hey, how do you talk, little girl?" Tang Chong asked with a worried expression.

"Stand up and speak Mandarin, don't you understand?" Zhao Xiaotong didn't show weakness at all, and even rolled up his sleeves.

Fang Li was caught in the middle and tried to persuade the fight with a headache.

And the person who really contributed to this change, the old god, was holding his arms on the ground, quietly looking at the portrait in front of him.

"Crack-"

It was the sound of wood breaking.

In the next second, the frame crackled and fell to pieces, and a woman with a small umbrella walked out from the portrait.

It was the lady sitting upright in the portrait just a second ago.

"Hello," said the beautiful lady, holding the lamb in her arms, and said with a slight smile, "I am the owner of the fifth floor. You can call me 'Mrs. Mary'."

After speaking, the scene around them changed.

A bright light flashed, Fang Li closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer a deep corridor, but a playground with a wide view.

Music was played above everyone's heads, which sounded like a cheerful nursery rhyme.

"Lady Mary had a little lamb

little lamb, little lamb

lady mary had a little lamb

snow white wool

wherever mary goes

where to where

the lamb always follows her

always follow her

......"

After the cheerful nursery rhymes were sung, Mrs. Mary put down the lamb in her arms. As soon as the four goat hooves hit the ground, the lamb grew to the size of an adult.

The grown-up lamb ran to the portrait like a merry-go-round, poked his head in, and pulled out a set of tables and chairs from the portrait.

Mrs. Mary sat down gracefully and leisurely, stroking the lamb's head with a sense of praise, "Everyone must accompany my lovely lamb to play its favorite kitten fishing game on weekdays, and whoever wins will get Reward."

Fang Li glanced at the "cute lamb" who was as strong as a bull, and asked, "What's the reward?"

"Reward——" Mrs. Mary purposely put off the trick, seeing the anxious expressions on everyone's faces with satisfaction, "it's the key to the seventh floor."

"What's the seventh floor?" Tang Chong said impatiently, "What's the use of this?"

Several other people knew about Fang Li's mission, and everyone hoped to get the key to the seventh floor. Facing Tang Chong's question, they all chose to ignore him.

"Wait." Only then did Madam Mary notice the hat on the head of the human being who asked the question. Madam Mary half-covered her slightly opened mouth, and pointed at Fang Li with wide eyes.

This action was a bit out of character for her, but the hat on Fang Li's head obviously made her have no time to take care of her own manners.

"It's Leon's hat!" Madam Mary exclaimed, "How could you know Leon's hat?!"

Fang Li raised his hand and touched the brim of his hat, Leon, could it be that magician's name?

Xie Baiyuan hugged Fang Li's shoulder from the side, and suddenly laughed: "You want to know the reason?"

This time the anxious person was replaced by Mrs. Mary.

Xie Baiyuan withdrew his smile, and his tone became cold: "When a person dies, things will naturally belong to me."

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Brother Yuan: Just let him be hacked to death at 21