Dingling...

A bell suddenly swayed, breaking the dead silence of the underground hall, as if something had been awakened.

A sound came from the wall.

The sound of scratching, rat squeaking, and the mixed noise of a large number of objects running out of the wall.

But for less than three seconds, the unknown but soothing music composed of instruments such as piano and organ is played from the darkness, flattening the restlessness in the wall.

However, the survivors who finally escaped from the room were shocked and sweating profusely at this moment.

"Damn... Now, I can't escape."

The man in the lead had his eyes congested, and his spirit had already become a little crazy during the torture of several days.

Not only him, but also the four survivors behind him were not much better.

If they were not suppressed by the more fearful emotions and the strong desire to survive, they would inevitably show their abnormalities.

At this moment, the man looked around the area and quickly looked at everything here.

This is a luxuriously decorated underground hall with smooth marble floors and a variety of exquisite decorations and sculptures on the walls.

Even the most inconspicuous stone pillars are very artistic. The upper part is a thorny and vines-like vortex, and the lower part is a twisted stem and leaf pattern.

The dark and cold light emitted from the night pearls inlaid with stone pillars prevents the place from falling into complete darkness.

Overall, it looks more like a musical theater.

A very old aristocratic opera hall covered with dark and brown stains.

The smell floating in the air is particularly bad, and the odor that cannot be concealed by rotten odor, feces excrement, sour smells, sweat and other mixed smells make people almost faint.

The man didn't care about these things anymore, and his eyes quickly swept across here with the sound of dizzy music.

Based on the previous memory, my mind recalled the direction of the sound when the terrifying creature walked when he threw away their lantern.

His eyes fell on a stone arch that was dark and unknown where he led.

If nothing unexpected happens...

Here leads to the outside world.

As for what to do if they escape from here, they don't know and don't have more energy to think...

Even if it's dead...

He will die outside, too.

"Hide for a moment..."

The man made the decision.

He knew that when the ringtone rang, they would not have the chance to escape from here in a short time when they were tired and hungry.

Everyone else nodded, without much objection, nor was there the ability to make meaning...

Perhaps out of the favor of the goddess of luck, after a very short and little thoughtful search, they were extremely lucky to see a huge curtain next to the walls of an opera hall.

This red curtain had already hung to the ground, and the side of the crossbar (Roman pole) hanging it broke, and it looked like no one had taken care of it for a long time.

Hiding here should not be discovered by those hated living beings.

While the man's thoughts were turning, he urged several survivors to get behind the curtains as soon as possible.

If nothing unexpected happens, according to the habits of these terrifying creatures, they will soon gather in this hall and bring the remaining survivors who have completely collapsed to start a feast of gluttons...

After the feast, they will leave here and go to the next level...

He didn't know what these monsters went underground to do, but there was no doubt that it would be their only remaining time to escape.

But at this moment, the door squeaked suddenly appeared.

Coming from the various stone arch passages.

The man's expression froze for a moment, which made him even more grateful that he did not choose to be alone here.

Because the terrifying lives exist in the same direction as the escape.

Then, he quickly accelerated his pace, but after taking two steps, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in the soles of his feet.

It seemed that some sharp object pierced the soles of the left foot, pierced into the skin, and pierced into the flesh and blood.

Blood...

Bleeding.

The man had adapted to the dim eyes and let the man see that his feet were pierced by a sharp skeleton, and blood was flowing out...

His brain was confused.

Immediately, an indescribable anger and unwillingness erupted from the man's heart: "Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it,

The sound of dragging footsteps began to appear, and something was heading here from all directions.

The man gritted his teeth, suppressed the fear in his heart, and quickly calmed down.

He reluctantly pulled out the sharp bone that had pierced into the soles of his feet, and did not discard it, but put it directly into his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the ripped soles of his feet with his left hand and covered the blood hole.

At the same time, he tore his collar with his right hand, pulled off a piece of cloth with a hiss, and lay on the ground in a strange posture and wiped the blood on the ground hard.

When he felt about the same, he stuffed a piece of cloth stained with blood and ash into his mouth.

After doing all this, he could feel that the monsters were coming soon...

No more than ten seconds at most.

There is still time...

He glanced at the ground and confirmed that there would be no more accidents on the path. He immediately stood up with his right hand, grabbed the soles of his feet with his left hand and jumped over with one foot, hiding behind the curtains.

However, he didn't know what he thought of, looking at the curtain that was less than three meters away from him, he gritted his teeth tightly.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, why is it me..."

His eyes were glaring, and an uncontrollable emotional fluctuation surged in his heart.

Finally, after a little hesitation, he gave up entering the back of the wide curtains, and rolled over and rolled under a dining table that seemed to have been used recently.

During this process, he saw some human remains placed on the dining table.

From these residues, he saw a ragged hand that looked familiar and seemed to have seen before...

The two fingers of this hand were lost for some reason.

The owner of this hand...

"My servant..."

The man immediately remembered the two slaves who accompanied him through his most desperate time.

The two fingers on the palm of the hand were also lost to protect him.

Even yesterday...

The slave died on his behalf.

At this moment, the man who had already rolled under the restaurant table that exuded a strong and foul smell had an extremely complicated mood in his heart.

Despair, fear, anger, regret...

But more of it is a strong sense of powerlessness about the powerless change of the current scene.

Their horse lanterns have been destroyed, and the parchment rolls, synthesis tables and all supplies have been forcibly confiscated.

Then, they are "raised" in the dungeon like domestic animals.

They were slaughtered little by little at a speed ranging from a few people to a dozen people each time.

Nearly a hundred servants were completely eaten up yesterday.

Every day, every second, they would hear the screams of despair, torture their little remaining reason.

At most no more than tomorrow, the remaining group of people will be completely eaten.
Chapter completed!