Lang Lang's laughter echoed in the mass graves, and the originally clear night sky was completely covered by thick blood mist.
Blood-red mist rises from all around, like a soft ribbon, enveloping the whole world. The young man sitting on the coffin closed his eyes, raised his chin slightly, and took a deep breath as if he was very comfortable.
"... nice smell," he said.
Hatred breeds obsession, and obsession breeds resentment. This thick and persistent blood mist is the entity of resentment born from the despair and obsession of all those who died in vain on the graveyard!
——It is the most delicious nourishment for any ghost.
Li Gui Zhouying was lonely all his life, died a very tragic death, and lived in such a wicked place as Luanfengang. Therefore, it was expected by Lin Huai that it could control so much resentment and become so powerful.
In his opinion, this Zhou Ying's ability is almost evil, at least it is above the one in red!
The blood-colored thick fog was like a streamer, blinding his eyes. When the fog cleared and Lin Huai could see everything around him clearly again, he found that his body was swaying gently.
The pitch-black coffin where he was originally sitting has now become a wooden boat!
A bright lamp was placed beside him, and two pitch-black oars were lying on the boat.
Lin Huai lowered his head.
He was still wearing the brand new red costume, with flowers on his shoulders.
The boat was still surrounded by a thin layer of blood mist, but Lin Huai could still see his current situation clearly.
This rickety boat, which seemed to capsize at any moment, was actually on a lake of blood!
Bloody water rolled around the boat, and ripples continued to spread from the water. It seems that something is cruising under this bottomless lake.
On the four banks of the blood lake, there are large tracts of Bana flowers blooming. This lake is not big, and Lin Huai, who is in the middle of the blood lake, only needs ten minutes to get himself to the shore with a paddle.
"The fifth play - "Holding the Hand", has begun."
A cold male voice came from the lake.
"'Hold your child's hand and grow old together', this is a love saying, and it was also Su Qing's promise to Zhou Ying. Zhou Ying believed this sentence, but she couldn't wait for someone who was willing to grow old with her. After turning into a ghost After that, Zhou Ying lingered in the mass graves day and night, silent in the vortex of memories... "
"Shua!"
Suddenly, the lake surged violently!
At the same time, the boat under Lin Huai also began to bump violently!
The young man in red knelt down subconsciously. The dark red clothes spread out like petals on the black wooden boat. The young man squatted on the boat, looking sideways at the lake. Looking down from a height, the black boat seems to be holding a red flower.
The next moment, Lin Huai slightly opened his eyes wide.
Countless pale arms stretched out from under the lake!
"Help, save me..."
"Woo... woo..."
"Come here... come with me..."
The sound of screams, wailing, and crying continued to come from under the water. In this blood-colored lake, Lin Huai, who was on the boat, had no way to avoid it other than holding on to the side of the boat!
Hundreds of arms stretched out from under the lake, twisting their fingers in the void, struggling vigorously. They lined up on both sides of the ship's side, leaving a passage between them for the passage of small boats and landing.
Waving his pale arms, Lin Huai's face on the boat was also pale.
"this… "
"It's a scene like hell, isn't it?" The cold male voice said in a low voice, "These are the arms of people who died in vain. They may have died in a fire..."
A charred hand hit Lin Huai's boat. The moment it touched the light, it howled and shrank back!
"Or die of a famine..."
A hand with bony bones was struggling among many arms. For this skinless hand, it is unknown what its owner suffered during his lifetime.
"Or... dying of some ignominious disease."
A hand with a large sore hangs feebly on the water.
"... These are the hands of all the ghosts who have died on this mass grave for a hundred years. Among them, Zhou Ying's hands are also included."
The cold male voice said unhurriedly: "This is the hell of the living, it is also the real world, and it is also the paradise of the dead. Before the oil lamp goes out, find Zhou Ying's right hand from all hands, hold it, and lift it from the Pull it up from the blood pool. Then use a small boat to send it to the shore."
"Hold your hand, and grow old with you..." Lin Huai repeated this sentence, "I never thought that the last level would be a physical hand..."
He turned to look at the oil lamp beside him. In the cold blood mist, the flames flickered, judging by the amount of oil, there might be less than half an hour left.
It is not an easy task to complete the investigation of so many arms in half an hour, especially...
There are still so many arms here.
Countless arms are staggered, like a forest made up of arms. Lin Huai found that they were intertwined with each other, making it difficult to identify them.
"This is a bit difficult..." He tapped the edge of the boat with his fingers, a blood-red ghost hand had just caught here, and shrunk down because it touched the light of the bright lamp.
The male voice did not remind the ending of the identification failure, but after the game failed, what happened to the players on the ship was self-evident—
Hundreds of pale ghost hands will attack him at the same time, pulling him into the blood-red and dark lake of blood!
Even Lin Huai did not want to have such an experience of being submerged and overwhelmed.
Holding the lamp, he first tried to immerse his hands in the blood water—the blood water contained strong resentment and hatred, and just touching it with the skin, all the dark emotions in his heart would spurt up.
Killing, blood, hatred, resentment, madness, persistence, fear, despair...
This is no ordinary blood, but a dark lake condensed from extreme resentment that will evoke the deepest and darkest emotions in everyone's heart!
Countless arms floated up and down in the Yin Lake. Lin Huai picked up the oil lamps and shone on them one by one.
Looking at the pile of flailing arms, he frowned slightly.
"Hey," Lin Huai said, "if you keep messing around, I'll have to..."
At this very moment, a scorched right hand climbed onto the right side of the ship, where the lights hadn't touched!
It seemed to have made up its mind to drag Lin Huai off it!
"boom!"
The sound of limbs falling to the ground resounded in the blood lake.
It was not Lin Huai who fell to the ground, but a scorched right hand. It was paralyzed on the boat, twitching slightly, as if even it didn't understand how it was cut open by Lin Huai!
The instigator of all this stepped forward and stepped on its palm.
"Let me watch it all," he held up the oil lamp and glanced around, with a casual smile on his mouth, "I just suddenly thought of a good way to prevent you from moving around and hindering my observation..."
As he spoke, he crushed the left hand hard with the tip of his toe.
"That is, cut off all the arms that do not meet the requirements and throw them on this small boat." He looked at the arms beside him, "Are you ready?"
As he spoke, he shot like lightning and grabbed a blue arm.
"Zhou Ying's arm should be a woman's arm, because before he died, he dug the wall and the coffin board, and his fingertips were bloody and without nails." He tilted his head and observed carefully, "Aren't you .”
After finishing speaking, as soon as he exerted his strength, he was going to cut off this arm!
The cyan ghost hand was thrown by him onto the boat behind him, and he accompanied the dark ghost hand. Next, he looked at the second hand: "Well, it's a woman's hand, but it has nails, so..."
"Boom!"
"The third hand," Lin Huai looked at the third hand, "is an old man's hand, so..."
As soon as he finished speaking, before he could use any force, the ghost hand started to struggle crazily!
Lin Huai:
The reaction of the ghost hand shocked Lin Huai, and it took the opportunity to escape from Lin Huai's tiger's mouth and retreated into the water.
Lin Huai: ...
It seems that he doesn't need to think about the problem of overloading a boat's hands... Looking at the trembling ghost hands in the blood-filled lake, Lin Huai thought happily.
He paddled the water with a small oar and drove along the blood lake all the way towards the shore. He looked at each hand carefully.
Most of these hands maintained the appearance of the deceased, or were burnt to the point of distorted fingers, or had many scars due to disease, and there were also arms that had died of life. They looked extremely smooth and were beautiful creations of nature.
Lin Huai remembered how Zhou Ying died—she was kept alive in a coffin, and finally collapsed to death. Therefore, there should be no trauma on her arm, and to find her, one has to start with her bloody, nailless fingers.
After checking back and forth on the blood lake three times, the light of the oil lamp also began to flicker dimly.
—The time is almost here.
Lin Huai finally stopped in front of an arm.
This arm is thinner and whiter than the other arms, and the shape of the hand is extremely beautiful. is a woman's hand. With this arm alone, one can imagine how stunning its owner was when he waved his water sleeves on the stage.
Unlike the smooth arm, there is not a single fingernail on the five fingers of this ghost hand.
This is the only hand of all women without nails.
Her nails seemed to have been pulled out, and her fingertips were even more bloody. On her ring finger, she was wearing a ring made of white jade.
Lin Huai remembered that the scholar seemed to want to give Zhou Ying such a jade ring.
Jade ring, beautiful hands, nails, bloody flesh, thin cocoons... It seems that everything about Zhou Ying matches this hand.
Hold your hand and grow old with you.
The flame of the oil lamp began to sway in the wind. For some reason, Lin Huai vaguely felt something was wrong when he stretched out his hand.
It seemed that something... was ignored by him.
A white hand climbed onto his arm, Lin Huai reached out and pulled the woman from the blood lake up.
The woman had long seaweed-like black hair that fell loose and covered her face. She was wearing a red costume, which was soaked by the lake water. After being rescued by him, the woman sat on the boat with her head bowed without saying a word.
Her hands were on her knees, and they were indeed nailless hands.
The woman's figure is also slender and exquisite, and the face under the wet hair, even though it is pale, can be called charming and charming.
"Are you Zhou Ying?" Lin Huai asked her.
The woman didn't speak, just nodded.
"it is good."
As Lin Huai said, she stood up and picked up two oars. When the woman thought that he was about to start rowing, Lin Huai unexpectedly handed her an oar with confidence.
Lin Huai: "Paddle together."
woman:? ?
Lin Huai's unobtrusive behavior made the woman a little confused. Lin Huai said again: "Everyone is a ghost, paddling together is faster."
woman:…
The woman seemed to glance at the lake, and after a while, she took the oars in silence and started rowing.
Lin Huai was standing behind her, rowing again and again. The incident was about to be resolved, and he was finally able to leave this dungeon, however...
He always felt that something was wrong.
The woman's graceful back was reflected in his eyes, and the body in red was like a scar.
...a long, scar.
... claw marks on the wall.
A picture suddenly flashed in his mind. The shore of the lake was within easy reach, but Lin Huai's hand stopped for a moment.
He remembered that he used his own hand to draw the claw marks on the wall, and his hand was the same size as the hand corresponding to the claw marks.
And the woman... the woman... her hands...
When Lin Huai caught her up, her palm was completely smaller than Lin Huai's!