Feng Yu was lying on the sofa, not sleepy at all. He was waiting to see if anything else would happen.
The red traces mentioned in the rules have not yet appeared, and that is what Feng Yu is most worried about.
As time passed, Feng Yu suddenly felt a tingling pain in his arm. He hurriedly checked and saw that the black veins were getting deeper and deeper, and a small part of the red color had begun to spread.
Feng Yu frowned. He had to find the answer he wanted as soon as possible. The serum must not be taken. There must be something wrong with it. He didn't know what would happen after taking the serum.
Maintaining the same posture, Feng Yu waited quietly. Suddenly, a burst of music suddenly sounded in the room. The sound was not loud, but it reached his ears very clearly.
In this silent night, weird music echoed in the room.
Feng Yu stood up and looked around. The sound seemed to be everywhere, but there must be a source.
Feng Yu opened the room where the man was sleeping and found that the man was sleeping soundly. He woke him up and asked him to listen, "Did you hear anything?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, not hearing the sound at all.
Feng Yu stared at him and said nothing. The man became anxious, fearing that Feng Yu would think he had deceived him.
"I really didn't hear anything, I kid you not."
Feng Yu nodded, "It's none of your business."
After closing the door to the room, the clear music was still playing, and the waves of beautiful coolness only sounded terrifying to Feng Yu.
Music that only you can hear, a sound without a source.
A bright light suddenly lit up outside the room, shining through the crack in the door, making the room as bright as day. Then it suddenly darkened again, and as it got closer, it suddenly turned into a red light, a blood-red mess.
Feng Yu quietly observed this scene, without making any rash moves, he just stood there and observed, and as long as he was still in a safe situation, he should not let things get worse.
But obviously something doesn't want Feng Yu to settle for the status quo.
Feng Yu suddenly felt something dripping on him, and when he wiped it gently, bright red color appeared on his fingers, with a smell of blood.
It's blood.
Feng Yu suddenly raised his head and found that the ceiling had turned red at some point, and it was still seeping down and gradually gathering.
Feng Yu looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. Was it an illusion? It didn't look like it. It had even begun to drip. But how to explain all this?
"Bang bang bang!"
Feng Yu quickly turned his head, and the door began to ooze blood, as if there was something behind the door. There was a knock on the door, the sound was deafening, and he was eager to come in.
Prince Lezreal of Yingtan King was currently lying on the bed in a huge room, drinking juice with great enjoyment.
On the ground not far away, a man was huddled in a corner in fear, his body covered with scars, obviously caused by the man in front of him.
"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you unless I'm in a bad mood."
Lezreal looked at the frightened man jokingly. It was rest time, but the room was suddenly bright. On the table nearby, an oil lamp was burning slowly. It was obviously a rare treasure that could actually illuminate Light up the darkness here.
Suddenly, the oil lamp began to burn violently, emitting bursts of thick smoke, and the light in the room began to flicker, as if there was a mouth blowing into the oil lamp.
"what happened?"
Lezreal was shocked. This oil lamp was a treasure he discovered in this world. It could actually protect him from mutant attacks at night. Unexpectedly, something suddenly went wrong at this time.
The flames were still flickering, and the man huddled in the corner looked a little strange and a little confused. He didn't know why this man suddenly looked uneasy.
"Is something bad going to happen? I just sent away that damn inspector."
Lezreal scratched his hair angrily, picked up the oil lamp and walked out of the hut. He was suddenly startled, "What, what is going on?"
Blood was dripping from the ceiling, and also from the door, flowing in through many invisible gaps.
Lezreal's expression became serious and he did not speak. He just gently held the oil lamp in his arms. Only the trace of firelight in his arms would bring him a little warmth.
Feng Yu looked at everything in front of him as if he were facing a formidable enemy. The changes were beyond his imagination. He had a premonition that if he didn't stop these weird imaginations in time, he would die here, and it was very likely that he would be knocked on the door. Figure kills.
The door was made of wood, and it was beyond his expectation that the rotten and fragile wooden boards could withstand such violent beatings on the door.
"The source of everything..."
Feng Yu looked at the ceiling. The blood was still dripping, and more and more blood was dripping. Maybe stopping the blood from continuing to flow could solve all this.
what to do.
The desk lamp on the table next to him suddenly turned on and flickered continuously. Feng Yu hurried away and leaned against the door of the back room, looking at the lamp in front of him uneasily.
You know the power is out now, why do the lights turn on by themselves?
Then cracks began to appear on the surface of the lamp, gradually expanding, and finally completely shattered, and the contents inside came into Feng Yu's field of vision.
Feng Yu was shocked, and his pupils suddenly shrank. With his petite body, clean eyes, and blue skin, he did not forget that this was the baby in the plastic bag.
However, it seems to have grown up, no longer so small, and now looks like a five or six-year-old child.
A baby actually ran out of the lamp. Is this here to find me? Looking for the crystal you took?
The baby, no, we should call her a girl, she was still shaking, seemed a little sluggish, and her body was stretching at an extremely slow speed.
Maybe he can strike first and take the initiative.
An idea popped into my head.
But what should I use to attack him?
By the way, that palm.
Feng Yu thought of the palms on the mutant body and placed them on the sofa.
Thinking of this, Feng Yu looked at the table again and suddenly discovered that the girl just now had disappeared.
Feng Yu was startled and looked around hurriedly, and immediately saw a small standing figure not far away from him, looking at him quietly, tilting his head, as if thinking.
Sweat dripped from Feng Yu's forehead, and he held the palm of his hand tightly. As soon as this ghost pounced on him, he would immediately wave the weapon in his hand.
However, the girl did not have any intention of attacking. After looking at Feng Yu for a few times, she quickly ran to the door of the room. The knocking on the door stopped immediately, and then the girl opened the door.
"don't want!"
Feng Yu was shocked. There was a ghost outside. It actually opened the door to the room. Doesn't that mean things from outside can come in?
Feng Yu felt like crying but didn't have any tears, so what he had done was meaningless.
The door was opened, and Feng Yu saw the figure outside. He was tall and strong, but his body was like a rotting corpse. Just standing there made Feng Yu almost vomit.
Then, an even more shocking scene happened. The girl actually inserted her fingers into the tall figure's body, and then the little girl actually took that figure away from here.
That girl actually came to help him?
Feng Yu felt a little surprised. He was just a terrifying baby that he accidentally discovered, and he actually saved himself in the end?
Everything was incredible, but luckily I survived.
It seems that relying only on rules is not enough to survive, and other means of survival are needed.
Rule 8 is simply wrong. If you don't do anything, you will definitely not survive tomorrow morning.
The ceiling was still dripping blood, but the speed was getting slower and slower, and it seemed that it would disappear soon.
Feng Yu did not let the blood fall to the ground, but collected it in a vessel.
Sitting on the sofa, Feng Yu was thinking. The mutant outside had left, but the abnormality in the room had not disappeared. The two had nothing to do with each other, and the mutant only appeared after the abnormality appeared in the room.
Could it be that this thing attracted the mutant, and the reason why he kept banging on the door was because he wanted to give his blood to it, but he didn't have it.
It's just that the little girl's appearance was an accident, taking away the figure outside, and he happened to survive this crisis.
In a daze, Feng Yu was surprised to find that the blood on the ceiling was no longer dripping, but the red traces still remained on the wall.
Feng Yu looked at the cup in his hand and remained silent.
At six o'clock the next morning, Feng Yu looked at the blood-red ceiling.
The cleaner should be here in the morning, and all you have to do is stop him from coming in.
Feng Yu frowned, as long as he didn't open the door for him.
The door of the room inside opened, and Feng Yu looked at the man with a surprised look on his face. He didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
The man was a little uneasy and didn't know what was going on, but Feng Yu didn't speak and he didn't dare to speak.
After being silent for a while, Feng Yu said, "You know, originally I wanted to kill you."
When the man heard this, he immediately shook his head, "No, no, I will listen to whatever you ask me to do. I am very obedient and will never cause you any trouble."
"That's why I didn't kill you. Don't say anything after I leave. Don't mention it to anyone."
"I understand, I understand!"
Feng Yu nodded, and at this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door.
"Are you coming?"
His heart trembled, and he told him again not to make any noise, then stood up and walked to the sofa.
"Who?"
Feng Yu asked loudly.
The figure outside was silent for a moment, seemingly surprised, and then asked slowly, "Isn't it working time now?"
Feng Yu was startled and cursed secretly that he had forgotten this matter.
"I'm feeling a little uncomfortable right now. I've asked for leave. I'll go back later."
The voice outside was silent for a moment, as if trying to discern, and then spoke again after a long time.
"Open the door, I want to clean the room."
“There is no garbage in the room, no need to clean it.”
"Open the door for me first."
"I'm not feeling well right now and it's not convenient for me to walk. Please come back tomorrow."
"The company has regulations that must be cleaned every day. I dare not disobey it. Please let me in."
Hearing this, Fengyu frowned. This guy had to come in, and he couldn't let him in. There was obviously something wrong, and he looked very urgent.
