The loss of three sons and Asumu one after another caused this old man, who was already in his sixties, to have a complete mental breakdown. He lowered his head and muttered words that no one could understand.

Immediately afterwards, the last murmur ended.

The village chief, who had lost his heart, fell against the wall. There was a blood hole in his chest, and blood was gushing out. A whole line of blood was wiped out on the yellow wall.

His head was not saved either.

The twisted figure swayed slightly, and the next second, it appeared in the dark room.

Three human heads were randomly thrown to the ground.

The village chief, Qian Jianxiu, and... Asumu.

Asumu's head was only one meter away from Jiang Cheng. His head was a full circle larger than the other two. Due to the angle, Jiang Cheng couldn't see his face, only a bloody mess of hair.

The hideous bloodstains flowed freely along the dark ground.

The twisted figure opened the closet door with an anti-joint movement that was completely impossible for humans, and then walked in. The closet door closed with a creaking sound.

she left.

That's right, what else could she do if she didn't leave?

The great revenge was finally avenged, which was also a relief for her.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but think of the women in Xiaoshijian Village, and the hostility and haggardness on their faces. Such a life was just a kind of torture for them.

Some of them have already died.

Even if they can leave Xiaoshijian Village in the future, I'm afraid it will be difficult for them to be like before.

The torture they have suffered over the years and the worldly outlook will become the second knife on their necks.

While thinking about it, Jiang Cheng suddenly noticed a strange feeling, as if... there was a pair of eyes watching him.

He immediately looked towards the closet.

The wardrobe door is tightly closed, and the dark room is surprisingly quiet.

Then he slowly moved his sight and searched in the dark room. The place was covered by a strange halo. Jiang Cheng guessed that this should be given to him by the iron gate.

Every piece of furniture is placed in its previous position, with a strange light flowing from it. This dark room... no, this hotel, there should be no living people.

But this feeling of being watched...

Jiang Cheng slowly looked away. In an instant, light flashed across his eyes, and then, his whole body froze involuntarily.

He finally found the source of his vision.

It’s...Asumu!!

His crooked head fell to the ground, his eyes widened, his mouth grinned, staring straight at himself, as if he wanted to finish what he had not finished.

A similar scene would not have caused waves in Jiang Cheng, but this time it was different because he clearly remembered that Asumu's head was facing another direction before.

How could it be...?

He stared into Asumu's eyes in confusion.

Jiang Cheng had already sensed something was wrong. He tried his best to look away, but he couldn't. Asumu's eyes were like a bottomless cold pool. It was surprisingly cold, but it was impossible to look away.

His spirit was also affected, and his right foot actually lifted up uncontrollably, as if he wanted to leave the door's influence and return to the world of the mission.

This feeling was very strange. He knew exactly what he was facing now and what he should do, but his limbs were out of control.

Oops......

A similar feeling immediately reminded him of a place - Hanzhentan.

He had realized that he had fallen into a trap, and it was the ghost's hands and feet.

She didn't leave.

Still here.

And...she can see herself, or be aware of her own existence.

However, due to the rules, she cannot harm herself inside the door, but she can attract herself out by affecting her own spirit.

One thing he knew clearly, as long as he left the iron gate, he would definitely die.

He tried to bite the tip of his tongue, hoping to use the severe pain to wake him up, but the tip of his tongue was almost broken and he still couldn't break free.

What's even more frightening is that he didn't feel any pain.

The ghost is gradually eating away at his thinking and controlling his consciousness.

Asumu's head is a trap deliberately set by the ghost.

There seemed to be a porcupine in his mind that was repeatedly and savagely charging at him. The thoughts he had just condensed were destroyed again, and his headache felt like it was going to explode.

Asumu's voice echoed in his ears.

He seemed to be in great pain, sometimes begging Jiang Cheng not to abandon him, and sometimes asking Jiang Cheng to come up and close his eyes for him.

Jiang Cheng's raised right leg was getting closer to the edge of the halo.

His struggle was not without effect.

He is stalling for time.

Iron Gate's existence is limited, and once the time is up, he can return to the real world, as long as... he can persist until that time.

How long it will take, he doesn't know. The speed of time here cannot be judged by common sense, but Jiang Cheng refuses to die here without any reason.

Until he heard a crisp cracking sound.

The next second, his eyes suddenly darkened.

Just in front of him, less than 20 centimeters away, stood something that could be called a human.

That guy has a broken face.

Come face to face with yourself.

The right side of the face is still intact, but the left side is completely cracked. A pair of thin-framed glasses with distorted frames and broken lenses hangs diagonally from the right ear.

The exposed gums collapsed inward, and scattered teeth were embedded in the blood-red flesh, like a group of scavenging maggots.

It can be seen that the left side of the face was beaten to death with a hard object.

He guessed that it was most likely an angular stone.

Jiang Cheng instantly felt that his whole body was not well.

It seems that this is the true face of the ghost.

Hidden behind the messy hair, a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him angrily. Jiang Cheng had no doubt that if he had been a few seconds later and waited for him to step out of the halo, she would have ripped off his head.

The next second, the surrounding scene began to distort, and a huge suction force pulled Jiang Cheng flying backwards.

After a familiar feeling of dizziness, he finally stood firm on his feet. Under the dim light, his office came into view.

He tilted his body and almost fell to the ground.

The iron door behind him disappeared before he turned around.

He took a deep breath, then walked away from his numb and stiff legs, came to the coffee table, and poured himself a glass of water.

The water is still warm.

The warm feeling entered his throat, and his whole body felt much better.

He didn't hide his voice intentionally, so after a while, there was a sound of tentative footsteps near the stairs, and Jiang Cheng could think of the fat man's cautious look.

He must have heard something moving downstairs, but he didn't know what it was.

"Doctor?" Before the fat man arrived, the voice came over first, "Is...is it you?"

Jiang Cheng took another sip of water and held it in his mouth for a few seconds before slowly swallowing it, "No."
Chapter completed!