Chapter 391 Confinement Room (2)
The door of the confinement room made a dull sound, and the dazzling light poured out as if it had found an outlet.
With the sudden light, Chu Ping saw the appearance of little Lolita No. 3 next to him. The originally childish face became very distorted, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a somewhat weird smile.
"Brother, push this door open."
The voice of Little Lolita No. 3 became extremely cold, making people feel as if she was talking to a corpse.
Chu Ping's originally groggy mind suddenly became clear, and the movements of his hands paused for a moment.
"No. 3, why did you become like this..."
Chu Ping had no time to think, and the pressure on his body increased dramatically, as if it was going to completely crush him.
"??????????????? Little brother, why did you stop?"
Little Lolita No. 3's voice was a little anxious, and the expression on her face became more distorted.
"you……"
Chu Ping's expression was slightly confused. He seemed to have no idea why he was here, or even what he was doing here.
"Hurry open that door!"
Little Loli No. 3's facial features were completely distorted, and her voice became sharp, as if she cared about opening the door.
"Push the door! Push the door! Why stop!"
Little Lolita No. 3 exuded endless despair. Her distorted facial features made her look like a monster full of resentment. Her voice was hysterical. She grabbed Chu Ping's arm with both hands. I want to push that door open.
"Control him! Let him open the door! Only outsiders can push this door open. We have been waiting here for so long and finally met him. We cannot miss this opportunity."
Little Loli No. 3's voice became hoarse, and her body kept expanding, exuding a gas of despair that enveloped her body. The poisonous snake that had been hiding its fangs revealed her true nature at that moment. face.
The voice of Little Loli No. 3 seemed to be a signal. As soon as her voice fell, Chu Ping felt that the weight on his back increased again, so heavy that he could not stand there at all.
"boom!"
Chu Ping fell to his knees on the ground, as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. "Hurry up and control him! What happened just now? How did you make him regain his consciousness?"
In the black mist full of despair, a hoarse voice came out, and a pair of white eyes appeared in the black mist. Those eyes seemed to be looking behind Chu Ping.
"There seems to be a boundless sea of blood in his spiritual world, and I can't completely control him."
A thin man's voice came from Chu Ping's back, and then a fat head poked out from Chu Ping's back.
"No. 10, I've tried my best. There seems to be a terrifying existence hidden in that sea of blood. I can't get close to it at all."
The man called No. 10 by the fat man was the man wrapped in black mist.
"Can't get close? No. 11! What does that mean?"
??????????????????The voice came out from the black mist, making the man behind Chu Ping tremble all over, and the fat all over his body was also trembling.
"There is a sea of blood in the spiritual world of this outsider. Because of the existence of that sea of blood, I cannot completely control him, and..." At this point, the voice of the fat No. 11 on Chu Ping's back began to tremble. "And the sea of blood seems to be spreading outwards."
After hearing No. 11's words, the man in the black mist cursed fiercely.
"You don't have to completely control him, just let him push the door open a little more."
The black mist around No. 10's body was filled with endless despair. This aura made No. 11 feel a sense of fear for No. 10 from the bottom of his heart. The fear seemed to come from his blood.
No. 11's fat cheeks twitched slightly, as if this was a difficult thing for him.
"is it hard?"
Black air lingered around No. 10, and black tentacles stretched out from the black mist, dancing randomly in the air, as if to warn the obese No. 11 that if he couldn't do it, then he would only end up with A dead end.
"I have already killed a No. 7, I don't mind letting you go down and accompany him."
There was a hint of greed in No. 10's white eyes, and the black tentacles behind him kept dancing, as if they would pierce No. 11's fat body the next moment.
"The sea of blood has been expanding. At the beginning, I could barely control it, but now..." No. 11's small eyes buried in fat glanced at No. 10, as if he felt the other person. With the strong malice emanating from his body, he suppressed what he was about to say, "I'll try."
After No. 11 finished speaking, he lay on Chu Ping's back again, and then his entire fat body disappeared there like this.
Although No. 11 disappeared, the heavy pressure behind Chu Ping still did not weaken, and he was still kneeling on the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought you two were already dead, but I didn't expect you were still alive, just like this."
Just as No. 10 was staring at Chu Ping's back, a little girl's voice came from the darkness not far away.
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The sudden sound made No. 10 a little overwhelmed, and those white eyes were full of disbelief.
Slowly turning his eyes, when No. 10 saw the thin shadow, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
"No. 3! How could it be you? This is a solitary room, how could you come in?" No. 10's voice paused slightly, "The doctor threw you in too?"
Number 10 said something very incomprehensible.
"I came in by myself," Little Lolita No. 3 thought for a moment, seemed to feel something was wrong, and then added, "I came in with him."
Little Loli No. 3 pointed at Chu Ping who was kneeling on the ground.
"An outsider?" No. 10 narrowed his eyes slightly, and then stared at the little Lolita No. 3 not far away, "No. 3, do you also want to use this outsider to open the door of the confinement room?"
If No. 10 is really like what he thinks, then he may be able to cooperate with No. 3. After all, the two have the same purpose.
"If No. 3 really agrees, then that fat guy No. 11 can give up."
No. 10 looked at Chu Ping. He seemed to have thought of something and licked his lips unconsciously, as if he was tasting the most delicious food.
Little Lolita No. 3 did not directly answer No. 10’s question, but asked a question in return.
"That fat man is No. 11, so where did No. 7, who was thrown in by the doctor, go?" Little Lolita No. 3 paused and seemed to understand something, "Is he dead? Or was he eaten by you?"
Number 10 licked his lips, and then said: "There is no way to go out anyway, so keeping Number 7 is really a waste."
