His intuition was like a sharp hound, smelling danger and telling him strongly that the situation was very strange.

It was unusually quiet, so quiet that it was eerie. Blore could only hear his own footsteps echoing in the empty space. Each step felt like stepping on cotton, soft yet carrying an inexplicable heaviness.

His breathing became the only accompaniment in this dead silence, heavy and rapid, as if his throat was strangled by fear.

At this moment a terrible thought suddenly came over Blore's mind - he seemed never to have raised his head to see what secrets were hidden above his head.

As soon as this thought appeared, it exploded in his mind like a blockbuster bomb, shattering his already tense heartstrings.

His heart instantly fell like a huge rock, sinking into the bottomless abyss.

Immediately afterwards, fear surged like a tide, madly attacking his rational defenses.

The heart was beating wildly in the chest, again and again, so violently that it seemed as if it would break free from its restraints and jump out of the mouth in the next second.

Blore's pace slowed down involuntarily, as if every step required all his strength.

"Don't be afraid... there might be nothing up there."

He muttered to himself with trembling lips, trying to use such pale and powerless words to comfort himself. Although he already understood the truth, he still wanted to deceive himself.

However, at the same time, his hands subconsciously grasped the chains wrapped around his body.

The chain flashed with black and gold light, and the mysterious runes were like a group of nimble snakes, climbing up the chain rapidly, as if accumulating strength and waiting for the moment of explosion.

Although Blore repeatedly told himself to stay calm, when he finally mustered up all his courage and raised his head very slowly, the scene before him still made him gasp involuntarily.

As expected! The place above, which should have been empty, was now densely packed with creepy corpses.

These corpses seemed to be manipulated by some mysterious and terrifying force, hanging neatly and fully throughout the space.

Blore stared along the corridor with wide eyes, but what made him feel terrified and desperate was that the corridor was so long that he could not see the end at a glance, and the hanging corpses extended beyond his sight, as if there was no end.

Looking more closely at the corpses, Blore discovered that each of them seemed to have varying degrees of disability.

Some were missing arms and legs, some had twisted and deformed limbs, and some even had their heads missing.

What is even more frightening is that there is a strong stench of decay emanating from them, and it is obvious that they have been dead for a long time.

Moreover, the death process of each deceased person looked extremely cruel. None of the corpses passed away peacefully with their eyes closed. They all had their eyes wide open, and their empty and lifeless gazes stared straight at Blore below, as if telling of the great pain and torture they had suffered in their lives.

Not only that, the exposed skin of these corpses was covered with raised bumps, which were black and gray in color. From a distance, they looked like living eyes, staring at the uninvited guests who broke in.

"Heh...heh...heh..."

The strange laughter suddenly rang out, like the cry of a night owl, piercing the dead silence. Blore raised his head sharply, his eyes instantly focused on the direction of the laughter.

In just this instant, he made a quick judgment as if by reflex - that was a weirdo!

He was secretly surprised that he could react so quickly, a speed that even he himself could not believe.

The appearance of this strange man was completely beyond Blore's expectations, and a strange emotion rose involuntarily in his heart. Why did this person appear here?

That man shouldn't... For a moment, Blore was caught in a rare dilemma.

"Hmm? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Aren't you leaving?"

Blore's heart suddenly tightened as the hoarse and slightly teasing voice came.

That's right, that's the person! He secretly confirmed in his heart that there was absolutely no mistake!

At this moment, Blore's gaze slowly moved upwards again, and he saw numerous corpses hanging above his head.

The bodies hung there quietly, like lifeless decorations.

However, what was even more horrifying was that those strangely shaped protrusions were slowly wriggling back and forth on the exposed skin of the corpse.

Their movements may seem gentle, but they are actually dangerous.

Turning his gaze to the human bodies again, he saw that the flesh that should have been fresh had long been dried by the wind into shriveled pieces of meat, and the white bones were clearly visible.

These pieces of flesh and bones are connected to each other, but the connection seems extremely fragile, like an old man on his deathbed who may fall down at any time.

With just a tiny bit of external force, the overall structure, which seems to be barely maintaining its shape, will instantly fall apart like a shaky building block tower.

At that time, all the fragments will pour down from above like a surging avalanche, raising a creepy dust cloud.

"Let's go. I'm not the kind of maniac who enjoys wanton destruction, and I certainly don't have such bad tastes."

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