Even Lin Congxiao was already on guard.

Seeing this scene in front of me, being stared at without eyes, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The expressions on these countless faces are all too real.

It was as if a layer of skin had been peeled off a living person's face and then stuck to the floor.

Whether you are happy or angry.

Those eyes were full of hatred.

"this..."

The girl in school uniform stuck her head out and saw this scene, she couldn't help but gasped.

Although she kills people like pigs and dogs.

Never showed any mercy.

But this is indeed the first time I have seen this kind of scene.

It was like arriving at a cemetery composed of countless faces.

This is hell.

It is a horror paradise created by a murderer.

Yingqian and Nanlin caught up.

Suddenly I saw countless faces that were definitely not welcoming.

Yingqian also raised his eyebrows.

"Good guy, so enthusiastic."

Her gaze only briefly stayed on the countless faces on the floor for a third of a second.

Soon, it was moved elsewhere.

This room is very large, almost square, with a length and width of nearly fifty meters.

Every face is a floor tile.

At the other end of the room, a door opened its arms warmly, as if waiting for their arrival.

If you want to pass by, you have to step on countless faces.

But will it really be that easy?

The word "trap" was thrown right under their noses.

But there is no other way.

Want to live.

Except moving forward.

There is no way out.

Yingqian squatted down, stretched out his hand, and slowly touched a piece of floor in front of him with his fingertips.

It was a sad woman's face.

Chiseled and delicate facial features.

There was a tear hanging from the corner of his eye.

At first glance, it looks like a beauty is suffering, but if you look closely, you can notice that in the depths of those eyes, there is only deep and terrifying hatred.

She was staring at Yingqian.

As if he couldn't wait to drag her into the abyss.

Fall together.

Yingqian wanted to continue trying other floors, but Lin Congxiao nervously grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"careful."

She fell into a warm embrace.

Looking back, it was Lin Congxiao's worried eyes.

He said:

"There's something wrong with this thing. Be careful. It's a scam."

"Did you see it? The door on the opposite side is the only way for us to go through."

Yingqian shrugged, withdrew from Lin Congxiao's arms and said:

"So, I have to try it."

"Then I'll do it..."

"No."

Before Lin Congxiao could finish speaking, Yingqian had already shaken his head.

"I'm sure there won't be any danger."

She took out the baton, flicked her wrist, and the length of the baton landed right on the face of the sad woman.

The girl in school uniform took half a step back at the right time.

Now that the disguise of innocence has been completely exposed.

This time, she neither hid behind Nan Neighbor nor continued to hide in Lin Congxiao's shadow.

Instead, he stood in the corner, holding the folding knife tightly.

The baton gradually exerted more force and hit the sad woman's forehead, which seemed to make her suffer even more.

Yingqian knocked twice more.

It's real.

She took a deep breath and slowly took a step forward.

Only now did the girl in school uniform realize what she meant.

"Do you think the floor here is dangerous?"

Ying Qian nodded without answering, a drop of sweat slowly dripping from his forehead.

She had stepped on the face of the sad woman.

As soon as she lowered her head, her malicious eyes were revealed.

He was glaring at Yingqian fiercely.

"You're just a painting." Yingqian simply moved his foot, stepped on her eyes, and muttered: "Don't come out to scare people, you bastard!"

She is very courageous.

I was not intimidated by the faces in the room.

What is more worrying is the danger hidden deep in this room.

Yingqian is probably sure that it has something to do with the floor.

But what exactly is it?

Where is it hidden?

Among the countless pairs of eyes staring at her at this moment, could one of them be the murderer enjoying the excitement?

Yingqian has no clue.

She could only take the risk and keep going.

The baton was used as a guide stick.

Slowly and firmly, he moved forward tentatively.

There is no empty echo.

All are solid and powerful sounds.

Yingqian took a step forward again.

This is already the floor of the third row.

But in front, there were still countless pairs of faces, quietly waiting for her arrival.

As if waiting for an opportunity to drag her into hell.

Yingying took a deep breath.

Lift your toes slowly.

Then he landed on the floor in front of him.

This is a man's face.
To be continued...