The name of the person who screamed was Xie Cheng, a man, and he entered the Blood Gate with Xu Gang.
After he screamed, everyone immediately focused their attention on Xu Gang's back.
I saw that his back... was gradually soaked with blood!
This scene frightened everyone present. They took a few steps back and looked at Xu Gang with doubts in their eyes!
Of course Xu Gang also noticed something was wrong with everyone. He did not dare to turn around, but turned his head to the people behind him and asked:
"What happen to you guys?"
Xie Cheng, who was hiding in the crowd, swallowed his saliva and asked Xu Gang carefully:
"Xu Gang...do you feel a little sticky behind your back?"
After Xie Cheng's reminder, Xu Gang seemed to feel it.
He twisted his body slightly, and his expression suddenly changed!
Because he clearly felt a sting!
However, Xu Gang's performance was calm enough. He did not yell or do any aggressive behavior. Instead, after adjusting his breathing for a few times, he said to the people behind him:
"Xie Cheng, I'm going to take off my clothes now, and no matter what you see, tell me directly... Do you understand?"
Xie Cheng nodded.
"good!"
Then, Xu Gang quietly took off his thin T-shirt.
When everyone saw his back, they were immediately stunned.
"Xie Cheng, did you see clearly what is on my back?"
Xu Gang asked immediately. As he took off his T-shirt, everyone behind him finally saw what was on his back!
That's a scarlet number "5"!
The reason why Xu Gang felt a sting on his back was because the part of the skin where the numbers were written had been completely peeled off!
After learning about his physical condition, Xu Gang frowned at first, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard Ning Qiushui's voice——
"This shouldn't be a special case, everyone has a number on their back."
After he finished speaking, everyone finally came to their senses. After feeling it carefully, they found that their backs were also a little tingling and sticky.
But the strange thing is that although they lost a large amount of skin on their backs, they didn't feel much pain or bleed much.
The blood that seeped out was just enough to wet a thin piece of clothing.
Soon, they learned each other's serial numbers.
Ning Qiushui and Liu Chengfeng are No. 1 and No. 2.
Chu Liang and Xiang Ying are number 3 and 4.
Xu Gang and Xie Cheng are No. 5 and 6.
An Shi and Liu Meng are No. 7 and No. 8.
"What is this serial number for?"
Someone made a confused sound.
No one answered him because no one knew the answer.
But after they learned that they had blood-red numbers on their bodies, everyone's hearts sank.
This number is definitely not simply numbered by the Blood Sect.
It must have a special function!
"Who knows what this is..."
"Could it...could it be the order of our deaths?"
After someone raised this conjecture, the faces of the people with the higher numbers didn't look so good.
"F*ck... So I'm the second one to die?"
Liu Chengfeng stared, looking more and more like an old magician.
Girl No. 4, Xiang Ying, bit her lip tightly, looking like she might cry at any time.
At this time, Ning Qiushui stood up.
"Don't worry too much, this number should not be the order of death, because in the corners of these iron gates, there are also Arabic numerals '1' to '8'."
"And even if it is really the order of death, I will die first."
After Ning Qiushui finished speaking calmly, a few surprised glances immediately came from the crowd.
In the first two doors, they met all kinds of people, but they almost never saw Ning Qiushui so calm.
Ning Qiushui's calmness calmed everyone's nervous emotions.
"What's the use of that number if it's not the order of death?"
Xiang Ying asked a question, but everyone fell silent.
Yes, if the number on their body has nothing to do with the order of death, then what special role does it have?
Is it a reminder?
A few simple Arabic numerals, what do you want to remind them?
Just when everyone was silent, Ning Qiushui suddenly noticed something. He looked at an inconspicuous small place on the central iron table, and his expression suddenly changed!
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly pulled Liu Chengfeng over and quietly took out the ancient book from his arms!
Liu Chengfeng didn't know why, but he saw something wasn't right about Ning Qiushui's face, so he immediately stood next to Ning Qiushui obediently.
"What's the matter, little brother?"
He asked Ning Qiushui in a low voice, but the latter shook his head slightly to signal him to be silent.
Sticky sweat oozed from the palm of my hand holding the ancient book.
Just when Liu Chengfeng was confused, the clock placed on the iron table suddenly rang!
Ding--
Ding--
Ding--
The sound was neither fast nor slow, a bit like an alarm clock ringing. In an empty room that was already dead, this kind of ringing seemed particularly noisy and harsh!
Everyone's eyes were attracted to this alarm clock.
But soon, the confusion in their eyes turned into fear!
Because as the alarm clock kept ringing, they suddenly saw a pair of pale hands stretching out from the darkness above their heads!
Those green arms were who knew how many meters long they were, with slender fingers and sharp nails. They suddenly grabbed the goatee man Anshi directly below!
Then, with the man's frightened eyes, he dragged him directly into the darkness above his head!
Everyone was terrified, looking up and staring at the darkness above them. After a moment, they heard a shrill scream not far above them -
"Uh uh uh!!"
Immediately afterwards, large amounts of blood rained from the sky, wrapping the stumps...
Just like that, the man with the goatee was cut into pieces in front of everyone!
About ten seconds after An Shi died, the alarm clock finally stopped, and Xiang Ying, who was covered in blood, immediately covered her face and screamed!
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"what happened?!"
a man asked frantically.
The faces of the people present were ugly. They all knew that the appearance of the non-human hands above their heads was related to the alarm clock on the iron table in the center, but they were not willing to approach the alarm clock in the middle!
Who knows if they'll trigger the death rule again?
After Ning Qiushui waited for half a minute and confirmed that there was no problem, he calmly put away the book in his hand and walked towards the iron table in the middle.
His eyes fell on the alarm clock.
The surroundings were covered with blood falling from the top of the head, but this alarm clock was extremely clean.
Ning Qiushui looked at it carefully, and then slowly said:
"We were all misled by its appearance. This is not a clock at all, but a... countdown timer!"
