Su Cheng stood aside, covering his nose in one hand to block the smell.

The strong curiosity drove him forward, and the probe looked at the cabinet.

However, before he saw something, Yu Guangli, there seemed to be something slightly moved at the background.

"?!"

Su Cheng jumped up like a bird of shock, turned his head to look behind.

The room is very quiet.

The bright lights flow from the top of the head, illuminating the painted pigments on the ground, a white cloth picture rack, and a motionless gypsum image.

There is no shadow, no places that can hide, everything is over.

I can only hear the pages of the pages from Wen Pianyan.

However, inexplicable, Su Cheng felt that his nerves gradually tightened, and cold sweats exuded in his palms. The sense of crisis was not inferior to when he was on the corridor just now.

No, even stronger.

He forced himself to sweep the empty classroom in front of him.

etc……

Are those gypsum statues in this posture just now?

Those plaster in different directions, I don't know when it starts ...

Qi Qi faced here.

The cold light was laid from the top of the head, and it fell on the outline of the plaster image, cast a deep shadow for it, the pale faces, and a pair of eye sockets without pupils looked at this direction silently.

Although they are still motionless, Su Cheng dares not to treat them as harmless decorations.

He swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth: "I, I said ..."

Su Cheng was frightened by his hoarse voice.

Wen Jiaoyan lowered his head and read the small book in his hand carefully.

The more he looked, the tighter his brows, the page turned the page, and the other hand carefully moved the cabinet into a circular animal bone in the cabinet. He focused on not hearing Su Cheng's call at all.

Su Cheng said with some changing voice: "Should we leave?"

Wen Jiaoyan moved a meal and pulled out from a focused state.

At this moment, there was a sudden clearing behind the ears- "Tick."

He froze slightly, and turned his head subconsciously in the direction of the sound.

I saw that a cat's skin didn't know when it started exuding a large amount of blood, Yin Hong's stinky stinky blood slowly rolled out of the bone area, dripping down the edge of the cabinet-

"Tick".

It seems that the altar was successfully destroyed.

Although everything is going smoothly according to his thoughts, but ...

Looking at the drip on the ground, Wen Jiaoyan still couldn't help but feel a bit cold.

What you do is right or wrong, you can only judge afterwards.

At this time, Su Cheng's sound changed again: "That-"

Wen Jianyan turned his head and looked at it.

In the next second, he almost forgot to breathe, and he rushed to Maiti with his back.

Looking at it, a respected gypsum stands in the room, blocking the route to the outside together, and the pale faces are looking straight towards this direction, obviously at the door that is close at hand,

It looks so far away.

Is there so much plaster statue just now?

"Ka ..."

The sound of slight stones sounded.

The face of the plaster statue is cracking and thin lines, as if something is trying to break free from below.

"Kaka ..."

The snow -white plaster debris was affected by the fall, and the arm of the gypsum statue raised a little bit, and the cracks in the joints became larger and larger.

Su Cheng's face was pale, and he was ready to rush out when he raised his leg.

There was a strong force behind him, dragging him back: "Wait!"

Su Cheng was froze and looked down at the place where he was just ready -the ground on the ground did not know when it became soft gray white, and something was faintly moved under it.

Like melted gypsum.

Seeing Su Cheng's retreat, I don't know why the gypsum statue shows a touch of disappointment.

Su Cheng was cold.

He now knows what the gypsum is sealed in.

Once he stepped on, he would be dragged in, and he would become a member of this group of plaster.

The amplitude of the gypsum statue is getting larger and larger. The finely crushed gypsum powder falls. As soon as it falls to the ground, it will immediately dye the small area into a soft and weird gray white.

The ground deformation per creep, more gypsum crawling out of the ground.

More and more, more and more.

The barrage sighed, and the original enthusiastic style suddenly changed, leaving only the sound of decline.

"Well, it's over."

"This wave is destroyed."

"Well, unfortunately, although there were players who came to this classroom before, he was the first to get the S -Class props mission of this copy. He was the first.

"Isn't it? I don’t know what year and month when the anchor who appears to find the clue again."

"Come on, don't be a pity before. If this wave is not the anchor just spent too long on the inspection of the cabinet, it has made this group of plaster so much, and the ground is almost nowhere. Otherwise, how can it be destroyed?

"

"Yes, this anchor has passed the previous level by luck, so I really thought what kind of bullish role was it? Instead of suffering, I saw it. I have seen it.

Basically not live too long. "

Wen Jianyan knows nothing about changes in the attitude of the barrage.

He stared at the gray swamp that was about to spread on the ground, with a thoughtful look on his face.

There was no sign, he moved, but the direction was not the front door that was about to be blocked.

The young man opened his long legs and turned sharply towards the back door of the classroom- ———

One of the gypsum noticed his move, raised his arm at a more agile speed than before, and the joints were cracking more lines, and the pale five fingers suddenly stretched towards Wen Pianyan!

Before it touched Wen Jiayan-

"Pap!"

The lights in the room suddenly went out.

The light source disappeared, and there was only a thick darkness in front of the eyes.

Su Chengliu stood in the darkness without the Lord, could not hear anything, could not see anything, there was nothing to prevent himself, and there was no way to escape. He could only breathe desperately and helplessly, waiting quietly for death.

Coming.

Time passed by every minute.

The dark and sticky seems to be a liquid, like a black cloth that is covered in front of me, and you can only hear your own disorderly heartbeat in your ears. In addition, there is a dead silence.

Su Cheng noticed that something was wrong.

The "click" sound of the group of gypsum like activities also disappeared, as if the moment they lost the light, they also lost their motivation.

Thinking here, Su Cheng was brave and raised a little sound:

"Little, Little Vancouver? Are you over there?"

Far away, a dull "um" came from the other end of the classroom.

"Gypsum portrait activity, is the light source?"

Su Cheng guess.

"... It seems, it should be." Wen Jiaoyan leaned against the back door and slowly spit out.

I was still predicted that Wen Pianyan's death barrage was quiet at this moment.

After a few seconds, a few puzzled barrage slowly passed by:

"... I don't understand, how did the anchor discover it?"

"Do you need to turn on the lights when entering the door? This clue is too small?"
To be continued...