Zhang Feng reacted quickly. The moment he heard the scream, he rushed out.

Because the screamer might have broken some rules that he didn't know about, or something else...

This opportunity to explore information must not be wasted!

As the most famous Ming steamed egg around here - Zhang Feng!

He was determined to find out.

The room where the screams came from was not far away. Zhang Feng only ran four or five steps before arriving at his door.

Looking through the gap in the iron railing, Zhang Feng saw the situation inside the house.

The layout of the room is almost exactly the same as his room.

However, there is a huge painting on the wall next to his bed, which depicts an extremely artistic girl.

A man wearing a fox mask was kneeling on the bed. He was bent over with a look of pain on his face. What was shocking was that when he touched the painting, his fingertips turned into stone.

Moreover, the signs of his petrification were gradually accelerating, first his fingers, then his arms... Finally, most of his body turned into stone.

He was like the lucky guy who was targeted by Medusa, and his whole body was being petrified little by little.

The reason why he screamed may also be because the petrification process caused him unspeakable pain.

"Damn it! Damn it! What's going on? Why did it happen like this? Didn't I just touch a painting?"

The man yelled excitedly, with a look of panic on his face, his brows furrowed, and his eyes filled with fear.

He tried to move his body, but found that he could no longer move because... most of his lower body was petrified.

Zhang Feng, who saw all this through the gap, swallowed subconsciously...

After realizing it, cold sweat broke out uncontrollably from my forehead.

Almost...almost he was gone.

If he hadn't been lucky and there happened to be no rules-related items in the room, he might not have been able to escape the fate of being petrified.

You know, when he was looking for the keys, he used a blanket search!

That guy even tore off the wallpaper.

It seems that he still underestimated the difficulty of the rules script. If he still followed his previous temper, he would probably die without a burial place.

Just as Zhang Feng was thinking wildly, the man's screams suddenly stopped.

The empty corridor suddenly became very quiet.

Standing on such a quiet corridor, Zhang Feng felt a chill running through his body, penetrating into every inch of his skin from head to toe.

Suddenly, a shattering sound came from the quiet environment.

"Click."

The sound came from the room...

Zhang Feng subconsciously looked towards the room and saw

The man turned completely into stone, with a crack in his head.

"Kakaka-!"

More and more cracks appeared one by one, and within a few seconds there were countless holes all over the stone statue's body.

It seemed as if it had been scratched by thousands of knives, or as if a crumbling house had been bitten by swarms of termites.

The gaps in the man's body became larger and larger, and large pieces of black skin fell to the ground. A red blood-like liquid emerged from the gaps and flowed to the ground along the body of the statue.

He was like a human fountain, with blood-red liquid scattered irregularly to every corner of the room, either floating or spraying.

The originally clean room became a hell, using a paintbrush called blood.

Zhang Feng was a little shocked. He looked at the gradually broken and decaying stone statue, and his thoughts were in confusion.

He was thinking, if he accidentally touched the painting and made a decisive decision, abandoning the car to save the handsome man, would he be able to survive?

Zhang Feng didn't dare to bet, but he thought he could find someone to try.

Because... aren't there ten guinea pigs on the field?

Zhang Feng was planning in his mind... He wanted to find a cute little experimental subject to judge whether his idea was correct or not.

Zhang Feng stood motionless...while the stinky liquid splashing around got through the cracks in the door and gradually spread to his feet.

They surrounded his shoes, and the moment Zhang Feng's shoes were stained with blood, his shoes also began to petrify.

However, the rate of petrification is very slow, so slow that it can be ignored.

Zhang Feng looked at the floor of the room. Blood-like red light reflected from the ground, like a blood-red silk.

The face of the man turned into stone has been completely broken. His body is also like a snake shedding its skin, completely cracked from head to toe downwards.

Looking inside, a blood-red face and a body covered in blood were revealed.

The red light on the ground became darker and darker, changing from the red of blood to black-red, and some strange gray and white lines appeared on it.

Wherever the blood passed, it was covered with a layer of stones.

Zhang Feng could see that everything the blood generals came into contact with was petrified...

Wait a moment!

He remembers the blood spreading from the crack in the door just now, right?

So......

Think so.

Suddenly, a cold breath rushed into my heart.

The feeling was cold and slippery, like a cold poisonous snake slithering up his neck and licking his skin with its snake tongue. The panic spread all over his body like tarsal maggots in an instant, squirming everywhere in his body.

Zhang Feng raised his feet and jumped back like a frightened bird.

Afterwards, Zhang Feng quickly took off his shoes, threw them aside, and stared at them with his eyes.

After a while, the petrified parts of the shoes gradually faded away as the blood dried up.

The same goes for marks on the ground.

Whether it was blood or stone statues, they all disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared...

"I'll go...this is so scary."

Zhang Feng stroked his violently beating heart, panting slightly, and his dry throat made him want to swallow.

To be honest, he almost thought he was going to die.

When he saw the soles gradually turning into stone, he almost died of fright!

Zhang Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and silently put his shoes back on his feet.

After doing all this, Zhang Feng carefully checked the other rooms.

As a result, he found that all the rooms were empty.

He pushed through them one by one. Some rooms were still locked, but the doors of some rooms were already open.

Presumably... the people in the room must have left.

As for where they went, the answer is obvious.

Zhang Feng raised his head and looked at the door at the end of the corridor.

Without the guidance of the script, Zhang Feng felt inexplicably weak.

For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Feng walked towards the door.

Standing in front of the closed door, Zhang Feng was about to push the door open with his hand... Then the scene of the man turning into stone appeared in Zhang Feng's mind again.

Well, is there a possibility that there is actually a painting on the back of the door. As soon as I push the door, I will break the rules and be turned into stone?

The rules say that you cannot touch the painting with your hands, so it should be fine for him to use his feet.

Therefore, Zhang Feng decided that whenever he encountered any strange doors, he would serve them with his feet.

Zhang Feng put his hands in his pockets, as if he had put his hands in his pockets and didn't know what his opponent was back then, and slowly pushed open the door with his knees.

Behind the door is still a small dark space.

At the end of the space is a small door.

With the help of dim light, Zhang Feng saw the words "Exit" hanging above the door. They told Zhang Feng the purpose of the door very well.

When Zhang Feng stepped into the room.

A red light lit up in the narrow space, illuminating everything as red as blood.

Zhang Feng looked around to confirm the facilities in the room. Apart from the densely packed paintings posted on the top of the ceiling... there was nothing special.

"..."
To be continued...