"The last room?" He Xiao caught a key point, "You mean that when the next round of slaughter begins, I will go to room one?"
"Yes, but we don't know exactly where Xu Lang will be in the downstream room, and I can't figure out the chance of his surviving, so we must start the invasion now!"
He Xiao was a little confused, and didn't particularly understand, "But now I am separated by a wall from Room Three. Wouldn't it be a better choice if I enter here?"
Originally, the conversation about this period of time made the mysterious man change He Xiao's mind, but he didn't expect a sentence to return to its original form.
He yelled in a very bad tone: "We only know the executors who have not had their turn to die now. Entering the damn executor's room early will not be attacked. If it is your turn to the second room, the evil spirit finds that you have gone there. Room three, who knows if he will go directly to room three and kill you?"
He Xiao understood it in an instant, and the words of the mysterious man seemed to him to be initiating, "You mean, I can only go to Room 1 to wait for the transfer to be safe!"
The mysterious man's tone was light and helpless, "I will start digging the hole now. This project will take a certain amount of time."
"I don't have tools!" He Xiao's tone was a little anxious.
He looked left and right, and suddenly his gaze fell on the skeleton that Song Zhuoming had thrown aside before. There were sharp and tough enough bone spurs on it, and the skeleton was lying peacefully in Room 3.
But He Xiao was anxious. He couldn't get out of the hole to retrieve the skeleton at this time. This short distance was extremely far away for him.
At this moment, a white light began to gradually shine in Room Three, and a beam of light that violated the power of reality transmitted a figure into Room Three.
He Xiao looked at that person's arrival, and he was delighted.
"Li Kaifeng? Li Kaifeng?"
"It's cold... so cold..."
Song Zhuoming's original handsome face is now against the cold ground. It is not as white as before. There are many scratches on it, stained with some indescribable fibrous tissue, and it looks extremely dirty.
Rao is in a deep coma, but his appearance is still so cold, it is hard to imagine that a fifteen-year-old child would wear such an old-fashioned mask all the year round.
"Tick, Tick" In the damp, independent space, water splashed on his face from time to time, but Song Zhuoming showed no signs of awakening.
Even at this time, his face is as usual, his temperament is extraordinary, and he is exquisite like the person in the painting, saying that "the face of his son is similar to his mother", then his mother must be an extremely beautiful woman.
While he was deeply in a coma, the corners of his mouth slowly conjured up a beautiful arc at this moment, as if he had had a beautiful and peaceful dream.
"Zhuo Ming...My son, you have finally grown up. I didn't expect time to pass so fast. In the blink of an eye you will be 15 years old..."
Song Zhuoming snuggled in the arms of a beautiful, generous middle-aged woman, rubbing and rubbing very dependently.
"Zuo Ming, you are already an older child. You are not allowed to hide in your mother's arms like a kitten in the future." The woman scolded, but there was love and pampering on her face.
"I would rather never grow up for the rest of my life, and only be the son of my mother for the rest of my life." Song Zhuoming had forgotten the past and forgot everything, just indulging in his only care.
"Don't talk nonsense, mother won't accompany you for the rest of your life, you have to learn to be alone, you are the son of the Song family, you are the son of my gentleman, you are born extraordinary!"
Song Zhuoming raised his head, no longer buried in his mother's arms, he looked at his mother carefully, but for a moment, the face that was close at hand suddenly became a little distant.
The mother's appearance should be kept in mind, but Song Zhuoming's eyes became illusory and gradually faded away.
"Zhuo Ming, didn't you say you want to make a snowman together? Let's go, mom and you make a snowman as handsome as you!"
Mother's gentle words made Song Zhuoming's consciousness clear from the trance, he immediately jumped off the chair, just like an ordinary teenager.
"Don't worry, put on the scarf, you have to learn to take care of yourself, mother will not accompany you forever..."
"Mom, you have said this twice today..."
"Well, you don't like to hear your mother stop talking."
Song Zhuoming ran to the door quickly, without looking back, as if the ice world outside the door did not bring him desertedness, because behind him was his mother, who gave him enough warmth.
"Mom, go!"
But there was no sound of footsteps behind him, Song Zhuoming blushed, turned his head happily, and urged his mother.
But when I turned around like this, I saw the gentleman, who was already integrated with everything in the room. She was standing in front of the window in the living room, her face was no longer kind and gentle, like a snowman, motionless. .
The door frame in front of her, like a cage, trapped her in place.
"Mom?" Song Zhuoming watched everything in front of him become frozen, as if he realized something. The mother in front of him can no longer move. It blends with the surrounding environment and cannot be separated. It feels like a photo... ..
Song Zhuoming's eyes widened, and the scene in front of him was like a mirror. Cracks gradually opened from the edges and penetrated to the center until the cracks had spread all over the mother's body, and the beautiful face became disintegrated and torn apart.
It's like the glass of a picture frame is completely shattered, and the beautiful and beautiful woman inside has become completely unrecognizable!
Song Zhuoming was shaken by the cold winter wind outside the door.
He began to become nervous, flustered, and cruel, his face no longer had the cunningness he had just now, and he began to become cold and numb, as if he was wearing a mask again.
Song Zhuoming slowly took off the scarf around his neck, and the bottom of the scarf was stitched with two words, "Zhuo Yan"!
The world was broken, and the world in the dream completely began to collapse because of these two words.
"I wear clothes that Song Zhuoyan doesn't want, and even his scarf is printed with his name. The Song family is not my Song Zhuoming's Song family, and my father is no longer my father..."
Song Zhuoming suddenly had a broken frame in his hand. There was a picture in it. The woman was glamorous, but her face was cold. Standing in front of the window, the icy and snowy world outside was full of joy, but nothing. A trace of happiness belongs to her.
"The last thing I stick to is my mother's reputation and a broken frame, which is also my broken life..."
"It's cold... so cold..."
In the damp and cold independent space, the water in the ditch splashed on Song Zhuoming's face, his fingers finally shook a few times, and he woke up.
And the babble in the dream slowly returned to the space, as if it was only his feelings, and it seemed to be telling the world.
Song Zhuoming moved his body slowly. Although a series of severe pains had improved a lot, but still torturing his nerves, he got up from the ground.
Quietly erased the glittering crystal in the corner of his eye that I don't know if it was tears or water stains, and set foot on the journey again. The matter is not over yet, he wants to inform Xu Lang of all the failure of the action!
Yu Hanhan in Room 4 no longer sleeps now, but curled up against the wall, watching Song Zhuoming pass in front of her eyes, but there was no change in emotions, his face was full of numbness.
Song Zhuoming took a look and then retracted his gaze, "This woman is already crazy..."
He just said a silent sentence in his heart, and walked away coldly again, ignoring it.
Xi Zhengxiang in Room 5 was still the same, especially after seeing the remains of Cao Yada again, he became more mentally disturbed, and went up and threw himself on Song Zhuoming.
Song Zhuoming endured the severe pain, pushed it away, and left as if he fled.
Kou Zhong in Room 6 waited for Song Zhuoming's arrival with eager eyes, and set a posture of not letting him go without telling the information.
In desperation, Song Zhuoming informed Kou Zhong of everything that had happened before.
Kou Zhongxin nodded vigorously, as if he already had the same idea as He Xiao, and let him go contentedly.
After layers of obstacles, Song Zhuoming finally came to Xu Lang's No. 7 room.
At this time, Xu Lang was sitting cross-legged on the ground, replenishing his energy.
At the moment when I saw Song Zhuoming, there was a light in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for Song Zhuoming for a long, long time...
"This is the entire process of the previous actions..." Song Zhuoming's mood was a little low, and his obvious failure took a huge blow to his self-confidence.
Xu Lang frowned and continued to recall what Song Zhuoming had said. After a long time, he said: "You are not a complete failure this time. At least I figured out that the evil spirits will mainly target the executors in this room."
"Just tell me, who is the executor of each room along the way?"
Song Zhuoming glanced at Xu Lang somewhat weirdly, and then explained everything truthfully.
Xu Lang's eyes were a little hard to capture, especially when he heard Kou Zhong in Room 6, he glanced at Song Zhuoming with a smile.
This look almost made Song Zhuoming feel terrified. This look seemed to completely see through his deal with Kou Zhong, but when he met Xu Lang's look again, he completely returned to normal.
After thinking about it for a while, Xu Lang has thoroughly seen the whole story, including He Xiao's thoughts, but he began to have a deeper doubt about He Xiao, and his IQ seems to be surprisingly good this time.
In the plan made by Xu Lang, Song Zhuoming's weakness was used to rebel against Cao Yada, thus achieving the purpose of verifying his way of life.
Thinking of this, Xu Lang smiled slightly, the corner of his eyes showed an elusive light, and said quietly, "If He Xiao and Kou Zhong really believe the clues in front of them, I am afraid they will die without a place to be buried!"
Song Zhuoming was full of excitement when he heard it, his eyes rolled, and then he pretended to be puzzled, raised his head and said, "Kou Zhong still doesn't know these clues, are you confused, Brother Xu?"
Xu Lang suddenly turned around when he heard the words, looked straight at Song Zhuoming's pretendingly clear eyes, and said softly with a chuckle, "Is that really the case?"
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