A sense of uneasiness surged into her heart, and Jiang Xinyou nervously took two steps back. She put her hand behind her back and tried to unscrew the door lock, but found that the door lock could not be unscrewed.

Did another supernatural event happen?

She frowned uneasily and looked around cautiously.

Nowadays, she is not as panicked as she was when she first faced the supernatural event, but she is still nervous.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Xinyou opened her mouth and shouted loudly: "Qian Shuang! Senior Leng Yan!"

The sharp and trembling voice lingered in the small wooden room, but there was no answer.

Her intuition told her that the place in front of her was the parallel space that Yeyue mentioned, and the place she was in was another world controlled by evil spirits!

Plop. Plop.

The heart is beating rapidly.

Jiang Xinyou could completely feel the sweat on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks drop by drop, and her sticky hair clinging to her skin. And the evil spirit hiding in the dark was hiding in a corner that she couldn't see, glaring at a pair of evil eyes.

His eyes were smiling sinisterly and arrogantly, staring at her intently!

The horror was not the scene in front of her, but the inexplicable tension caused by the oppressive atmosphere. It was like a pair of invisible devil's hands, grabbing her neck bit by bit and squeezing hard.

Suddenly, another black shadow passed by. This time, Jiang Xinyou finally locked its position and fixed his eyes on a black wizard robe.

I saw only a pair of empty sleeves, slowly lifted up, and the left and right shoulders were separated from the hangers bit by bit, like a mechanical doll on a clockwork, controlled by an invisible player, moving stiffly,

He gradually drifted towards Jiang Xinyou's position.

Then, more clothes came off the hangers and gradually launched an offensive, coming from different directions, intending to surround her.

Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but widen her eyes, and quickly turned around to avoid this terrifying scene. She tried her best to twist the silver door lock with both hands, but there was no sign of the door lock being loosened, and she could not open it no matter how hard she turned.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, and Jiang Xinyou turned around nervously, only to see the clothes floating around getting closer and closer to her, and there were waves of hoarse low whines in the air beside her ears. Although there was no wind, she felt a sudden coldness all over her body, and her legs

He began to tremble, and even the door lock in his hand gradually began to ooze bright red blood...

A voice shouted strongly in my heart, I can't die! I haven't rescued my sister yet! I can't die!

Jiang Xinyou didn't know where she got the strength from. Suddenly her dark eyes darkened, and she raised her legs and kicked towards the locked door.

The door remained motionless, completely shrouded in blood.

She heard countless sobs and sobs, and could not tell how many resentful spirits were around her. She gradually realized that she was in a difficult situation with no way out and no retreat. Somehow, an idea suddenly flashed in her mind, and she remembered her sister many times.

The "#" character left behind.

Qian Shuang said that it was the unique mark of the Fengling Clan...

Gritting her teeth hard, Jiang Xinyou held the idea of ​​breaking the jar, quickly raised her right hand, and quickly drew a "#" on the wooden door covered with blood. She heard a creak, and the door suddenly opened, as if it had been hit by a huge force.

With such impact, not only did the sobs lingering in her ears disappear, but even the terrifying costumes that were chasing her fell to the ground in an instant.
Chapter completed!