Chapter 149
The ninth floor was completely sunken into the ground, and the air became increasingly thinner, becoming even scarcer in the lungs of everyone who had been constantly squeezing it.
The glass windows in the corridor had already broken due to the huge pressure, and the soft mud rushed in, trying to fill any gaps.
The only six people left in the building were trapped on the fifth floor, unable to move.
"Think of a solution quickly!"
Due to prolonged lack of oxygen, Tang Xiuping's face turned red and he could barely squeeze out a few words.
However, the others were not much better. Su Ruoyun glanced at him and said softly after a long while:
"What can we do?"
The building was still sinking into the ground at such a fast speed that it made people feel dizzy and nauseous.
No one knows where they will sink to, or perhaps death is the only thing waiting for them.
The fear of the unknown and the strong sense of oppression made everyone feel extremely heavy.
"It must be the work of Qianxiangshen." Pan Haolong was breathing heavily, his eyes were red, and his eyeballs were bulging outwards.
Huang Jiao didn't say anything, but colorful wings similar to those of a moth emerged from behind her, continuously shedding light powder.
When these light powders fell on her body, they pulled out fine silk threads and soon wrapped around her body in a thin layer.
Pan Haolong and the others still didn't understand what was going on, but Yitu and Su Ruoyun knew that in order to protect herself, Huang Jiao had to stay in her cocoon.
I don’t know what the purpose of the light powder scattered from Huang Jiao’s body is, but since she dares to cocoon here, she should be able to form an independent space.
A hint of envy flashed in Su Ruoyun's eyes. Huang Jiao still had room to protect herself, while the rest of them could only struggle to survive.
Is there no one who can think of a way out?
Su Ruoyun subconsciously looked at Yi Tu. As a throne player, the Queen of Hearts was undoubtedly the embodiment of wisdom.
She thought back to the unexpected turn of events in that joint match, and inexplicably felt that they should be fine.
However, the man had not yet expressed his opinion, which made Su Ruoyun feel even more uneasy.
Yi Tu was held in Jiang Hanyu's arms, and their lower bodies were buried in the mud. Due to the strong feeling of weightlessness, it was extremely difficult for them to lift their legs.
The building was still falling, and when everyone's vision turned dark and they were about to faint, the building finally stopped.
"Are we there yet?" Yi Tu's hand holding Jiang Hanyu felt a little numb, and his bloodless lips moved slightly.
The man nodded and tried to lift his body out of the dirt.
Yi Tu supported him on the side. Jiang Hanyu was strong and did not seem to be suffering from lack of oxygen. He quickly pulled himself out of the mud.
He turned around to pick up Yi Tu and carried him out directly.
Seeing this, the others opened their mouths slightly and raised their hands subconsciously, but they couldn't even speak.
Jiang Hanyu took a look and didn't intend to save anyone. Instead, he produced an exquisite and beautiful pistol in his hand.
Yitu felt that the little thing looked familiar and couldn't help but smile at the man.
Jiang Hanyu saw that Yi Tu's smile was so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to touch Yi Tu's face.
But he only raised his hand halfway before stopping in the air, because his hands were covered in mud and he didn't want to dirty Yitu's fair little face.
Yitu naturally knew what he was thinking, so he raised his hand to shake his hand back, then stepped aside.
Jiang Hanyu held her in his arms, feeling extremely satisfied.
It feels so good to have a partner who understands what you want to do without you having to say it.
Jiang Hanyu pointed his pistol at the door behind the two men. The moment the snowflake-shaped bullet hit the door, it quickly froze into ice.
Jiang Hanyu didn't use much force, and it broke completely into pieces with just one knock, dissolving into water all over the floor.
The moment the fresh air rushed out, everyone finally came back to life.
After they recovered their strength, they helped each other out of the mud and supported each other into the house.
Su Ruoyun was pulled out by Tang Xiuping and shook off the dirt on her hands in disgust.
She was about to enter the living room when she caught a glimpse of Huang Jiao's face, vaguely visible inside a silkworm cocoon.
Su Ruoyun hesitated for a moment, but still called Pan Haolong, and the two of them carried the huge silkworm pupa into the room.
"Where the hell are we now?"
Tang Xiuping couldn't bear it any longer and took off his muddy shirt. If there hadn't been a lady around, he would have wanted to take off his jeans, which were almost soaked in the mud.
Yi Tu was standing at the window looking out without saying anything, and Su Ruoyun walked over subconsciously.
Outside the window was no longer the pitch-black, suffocating layer of soil and rock, but a bloody red that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The bloody red was like scorching hot magma, emitting a terrifying temperature, so that the space above was visibly distorted and void.
There was no living creature in the area of absolute silence, and it was so strange and weird that Su Ruoyun was about to say something when something suddenly crawled out of the building.
When she saw what it looked like, her lips couldn't help but tremble.
He was a completely naked man dressed in snow-white. His figure was very well-proportioned, even close to perfect proportions.
If you ignore the huge deformity growing on the back of his spine, it is not difficult to imagine that he has a very handsome face.
However, this man had no face. He had so many faces that they were all contained in the squirming white tumor behind him.
There were men and women, old and young, they rolled and twisted in the huge tumor, laughing or crying, and each face had its own emotions.
Without the slightest surprise, Yitu saw the faces of each of them there.
Chen Xin's anger and unwillingness, Qi Tao's despair and despair, Su Ruoyun's sarcasm and disdain, Kan Xingyuan's indifference and ruthlessness...
There were too many faces, too many to count. They could only watch the man dragging the huge tumor behind him forward, as if he couldn't feel any weight.
After walking about ten meters, the man stopped.
He tilted his head slightly and reached out to touch his spine.
He tilted his face, which was devoid of any facial features, and struggled to reach his hand into the snow-white tumor, as if he was searching for something.
Yi Tu frowned slightly, he knew Qian Xiang was looking for Shi Yan.
However, there were too many faces and the man lost his patience. Even though he had no face, one could still imagine his hideous appearance.
In frustration, the man violently tore open the tumor on his spine, and countless faces screamed and distorted in it.
However, he didn't care at all, and tore it apart more and more frantically, until the snow-white tumor almost wrapped him up.
A young and beautiful female body finally crawled out of the tumor. It was not Old Lady Shi’s face, but Shi Yan’s face.
Shi Yan had a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes. Even when she grew old and became Empress Dowager Shi, there was still a shocking light in her eyes.
Before the age of twenty-seven, it was her husband who brought her the light of happiness; after the age of twenty-seven, it was the obsession with reunion that brought her the light of making a living.
Old Mrs. Shi died, but Shi Yan came back to life.
As soon as she appeared, the bloody ground suddenly began to twist and deform, and a pale human hand stretched out first, followed by a bloody head.
A tough man's face struggled to emerge from the ground. He looked at Shi Yan not far away, opened his mouth but could not call out Shi Yan's name.
But the moment Shi Yan saw the man, her face was already covered with tears.
She ignored the burning ground and the bloody burn that burned her newly regenerated flesh, and rushed madly towards the man in hell.
“Chen Zhuang!”
Shi Yan called her husband's name, her eyes filled with excitement and joy at the reunion.
She flew towards her husband who was in hell, tightly grasped his hand, and hugged the strong face she loved so much.
Shi Yan's tears fell on her husband's neck. The joy of regaining what she had lost was so great that she was completely unaware of the changes in the person in her arms.
She kissed the man's forehead with trembling lips and said tenderly:
"Brother Shen, I'm here to take you home."
She had really waited too long, a full thirty years, endured more than ten thousand sleepless nights, and spent the rest of her life setting up a situation from which there was no turning back.
Just to meet Shen Zhuang again.
Shi Yan's face was filled with a happy and satisfied smile, but the face of the person in her arms gradually twisted and let out a silent roar of pain.
Yitu watched as Chen Zhuang's face suddenly turned blood red, and after the flesh faded away, a terrifying red skull was revealed.
Chen Zhuang had died a long time ago. He was in hell, so how could he still look like a normal person?
The devil likes to deceive and disguise. It is not Chen Zhuang, but it deceived Shi Yan's eyes.
By the time the woman noticed the change, it was too late.
The red devil's sharp claws had already penetrated deeply into Shi Yan's chest, leaving a bloody mess. A trace of surprise flashed across her face.
But she soon regained her gentleness, with a trace of sadness and a sigh, Shi Yan reached out without hesitation and hugged the devil in hell.
In just a blink of an eye, Shi Yan's figure disappeared from the spot.
However, countless red devils emerged from beneath the blood-red ground, screaming and madly fighting with each other for the fresh food they had just obtained.
The one Shi Yan called Shen Zhuang was also one of the very sad ones.
It took Su Ruoyun a long time to react, and her expression was extremely complicated.
"Her husband is no longer a human being."
No one responded to her. Except Shi Yan herself, everyone understood that this was a complete tragedy.
Shi Yan thought that as long as she went to hell, she would be able to find her husband who once loved her deeply. For this reason, she planned for many years and personally supported Qian Xiang, just to bring Shen Zhuang back from hell.
However, in fact, only Yi Tu knew that Shi Yan never intended to go back alive.
The wish she made to Qian Xiang was simply to open a door to hell, not to bring Shen Zhuang back.
Because she knew that Chen Zhuang would not come back, she had known for a long time that Chen Zhuang would never come back to her.
But she still went to hell with great difficulty, in order to accompany her husband who had turned into a devil, and also to atone for her own sins.
Chen Xin told Yi Tu about Shi Yan's past, but the truth was not what she thought.
The person who killed the adopted daughter was not Shen Zhuang who was shot, but Shi Yan who was blinded by jealousy.
Shi Yan became increasingly intolerant of her adopted daughter's abnormal love and possessiveness for her husband.
Shi Yan wanted to send her adopted daughter away, and Chen Zhuang naturally had no objection. The two of them, having resolved their misunderstanding, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Shi Yan wanted to do things more considerately, otherwise there would always be people gossiping behind his back.
Without deciding where to send their child, the two could only wait a little longer. However, they knew that something bad would happen during this wait.
The adopted daughter knew that she was going to be sent away again, and her anger and hatred led to a strong desire for revenge.
She began to spread rumors around the town, and even deliberately found some little boys or created some ambiguous marks on her body, just to put the blame on Chen Zhuang.
After Shi Yan learned about this, he talked to his adopted daughter many times, but the beautiful little girl refused to listen.
She even turned around and threatened Shi Yan, saying that she wanted Shen Zhuang to be her father but would not allow Shi Yan to be her mother.
If Shi Yan still wanted to send her away and take her father away, then she would completely destroy this family.
Shi Yan never thought that an eight or nine-year-old girl could have such a vicious mind.
Anger burned fiercely in his chest. Looking at his adopted daughter with a smug and ugly face, Shi Yan was dominated by desire for a moment and subconsciously picked up the fruit knife on the table.
She was the one who killed her adopted daughter, but it was Chen Zhuang who took the blame.
On the day Chen Zhuang was shot, Shi Yan cried herself to death at home.
So, from the day her husband passed away, Shi Yan never stopped thinking about seeing him again.
Now, she saw it, but the price was so terrible.
Shi Yan was dragged down to hell by the demons, and Qian Xiang also fulfilled his promise.
After Shi Yan died, the snow-white tumor began to wriggle continuously until it completely wrapped around the muscular man.
Countless human faces aspired to become the Thousand Faces Face, but none of them succeeded.
Often when one piece of paper is put on, the next piece will cover it tightly.
People who watched such a scene couldn't help but frown, but their focus was not on Qian Xiang's face, but on the snow-white tumor under his body.
It was a door glowing white, very similar to a house number, but the scene inside the door clearly reflected the Qianqian community.
This is not the door to the real world, but the door to the card room.
If they want to return to reality, they must first return to the card room.
"What are you still standing there for?!" Tang Xiuping couldn't help but shout, "It's about to leave!"
Qian Xiang wanted to leave hell, so naturally he couldn't care about their life or death.
It feeds on human emotions, but has no interest in living flesh.
Dragging the entire building to hell is just for convenience.
At this moment, it was about to leave, and everyone's faces changed immediately.
Tang Xiuping pulled out a silver snake whip from behind him, jumped down from the fifth floor without thinking, and rushed towards Qian Xiang.
They all knew that if the gates of hell were closed, being trapped here would mean death.
The entire building was sinking uncontrollably into the bloody sea, and in the bloody sea were countless red devils that could not be killed at all.
If they don't want to end up like Shi Yan, they must follow Qian Xiang and leave hell.
However, Qian Xiang was not someone to be trifled with, and Tang Xiuping's silver whip tried to drag Qian Xiang away from the gate of hell.
However, the moment the whip touched Qianxiang's body, it was melted into his body by the tumor.
It was as if there was an invisible hand inside, tightly grasping the whip.
A trace of horror flashed in Tang Xiuping's eyes, and he was about to let go to avoid being dragged into it by that thing.
However, his reaction was quick enough, but still a little late.
The snow-white tumor suddenly expanded countless times, almost as tall as a three-story building.
Countless arms and legs grew out of it and instantly rushed in front of Tang Xiuping. He had no time to dodge and was instantly enveloped and swallowed.
Tang Xiuping screamed in fear, with only his head left exposed, but he couldn't even utter a word to ask for help.
Soon, the tumor covered his mouth, then his desperate eyes, until even the last strand of hair disappeared.
Su Ruoyun was stunned and said subconsciously:
"No!"
Her cry was not because of her surprise at Tang Xiuping's death, but because of the disappearance of the Gate of Hell.
The huge thing was obviously frightened by Tang Xiuping's sudden appearance, and it actually closed the door under it.
The entire building was sinking, and the bloody sea had already covered the fourth floor, and they could see that they were about to sink as well.
Pan Haolong looked back at the others hesitantly, then nimbly grabbed the window sill and climbed to the roof.
Su Ruoyun had no choice but to grit her teeth and climb up.
She had no props and couldn't fly into the air, so when she encountered this situation, she looked extremely panicked.
The couple behind her seemed much calmer and composed.
Yi Tu's gaze was still on Qian Xiangshen. The door leading to the card field must still be there, but it was deliberately hidden by Qian Xiangshen.
Jiang Hanyu held the person in his arms, and in order to bring the person back to his senses, he reached out and pinched the soft flesh on the back of Yi Tu's neck.
Yitu glared at him in pain, and the man couldn't help but kiss his cheek, his voice full of laughter.
"Let's go."
Yi Tu nodded, and Jiang Hanyu put his arm around his slender waist and led him away from the sinking building.
The two of them stopped quietly in mid-air, gazing downwards, like almighty gods.
Su Ruoyun was slightly surprised, even though she knew that Zhong Qing was the Red Queen and was very powerful.
But she never expected that the Red Queen's spouse seemed to be quite powerful.
The Red Queen does not have the ability to levitate; the only person who truly has the ability to levitate is her spouse.
A complicated look flashed across Su Ruoyun's eyes. She bit her lip lightly and looked at Pan Haolong beside her.
"The building is about to sink. What should we do?"
Pan Haolong glanced at her and said calmly:
"I can't protect you."
Su Ruoyun didn't show any surprise on her face, she just wanted to say something.
Pan Haolong did not give her this opportunity, but interrupted:
"That thing down there is a little god."
"What?" Su Ruoyun was stunned for a moment and didn't understand what he meant.
Pan Haolong knew that she had never encountered such a situation. In fact, he had not experienced it either, he had only heard about it.
After all, those who can walk out of the pseudo-god card field are all top players standing on the A-shaped tower.
Pan Haolong smiled bitterly, "We are lucky."
The inherent strength of a pseudo-god-level card field is not higher than the rating given to it by the system.
But the prerequisite is that the players do not trigger the necessary conditions for the resurrection of the false god.
However, the consequence of their overconfidence was that the little god Qianxiang was successfully resurrected by Shi Yan, and they were dragged into a space that did not belong to the card field.
Once the god is successfully resurrected, this card field will no longer be a ninth-level card field, but a pseudo-god-level card field.
Jiang Hanyu, a veteran of the game, had already discovered this fact when he entered the alternative space.
But it was too late to say anything by then. Unless someone killed the gods, no one would be able to leave here alive.
Jiang Hanyu looked at Qian Xiang below, his eyes turning cold.
Ten golden Sanskrit characters silently emerged from his body, silently surrounding the two of them.
It's not the first time, it's just a case of killing gods.
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