RNP Chapter 670 Trap
Chapter 670 Trap
"Yiming! It...it's outside! It's looking at us!" Wang Yuqing's voice was filled with tears of grief.
"Damn it, who cares what the hell you are!" Lu Yiming was obviously driven to the extreme by fear and his girlfriend's collapse, and a surge of blood rushed to his head.
"I'm going to fight you!" He took out the props and held them tightly in his hand.
Accompanied by a roar, there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the door panel. The thing outside had obviously heard the conversation between the two and was planning to come in.
"Don't open the door!" Zhan Wenchen's calm warning penetrated the door, but it was too late!
"Bang!"
There was a rough sound of bolt pulling, and Lu Yiming actually pulled the bolt open directly! He obviously wanted to rush out, or at least see what was outside the door clearly.
But at the moment when the wooden door of the wing room was opened a crack——
"Tsk-!"
There was a sharp sound like cloth being torn, accompanied by Lu Yiming's extremely short scream, and suddenly exploded!
"Yiming——!!!" Wang Yuqing's heart-wrenching scream followed closely.
what happened? !
Xiao Jin's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light flashed in his eyes!
However, she did not get up to open the door, but Amo, who was perched on her shoulder, suddenly shrank his vertical pupils into a very thin line, and an invisible spiritual connection was established in an instant.
Ah Mo's vision, like the most sophisticated surveillance camera, penetrated the barrier of the door panel and projected the scene of the corridor outside the door clearly into Xiao Jin's mind.
Under the dim light of the lantern, Lu Yiming stood stiffly at the open door of his compartment, his body shaking violently like a sieve, his face filled with extreme fear and incredible confusion.
His right hand was still in the posture of pulling the door, and on the door panel he opened, a large red "囍" character with brand new edges but dark color like clotted blood was torn into two halves from the middle!
Half of it was still sticking crookedly to the door, and the other half was floating on the ground.
Rules: [Do not damage specific items]!
Just at the moment when the "囍" character was torn apart!
From the shadows beneath Lu Yiming's feet, more than a dozen strange things, resembling octopus tentacles and condensed from sticky darkness, stretched out without warning.
As fast as lightning, they instantly wrapped around his ankles, calves, waist, and arms. Those tentacles were icy cold, with a sickeningly slippery feeling and a powerful confinement force!
Lu Yiming only had time to let out a short "huh" sound as if his throat was being strangled, before he was suddenly pulled off the ground by the dozen or so dark tentacles.
Like a stone thrown into the deep sea, it was instantly dragged into the thick and indissoluble darkness outside the door, which was filled with resentment!
Only half of the broken "囍" character on the door panel was left, and a few fresh, dark red bloodstains on the ground that emitted a strong smell of rust.
Wang Yuqing collapsed inside the door, watching her boyfriend disappear. She made a gasping sound in her throat, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted completely.
The crying and the dragging sounds of chains outside the door stopped abruptly the moment Lu Yiming was dragged away.
As if completing some ritual, it quickly faded away, disappearing deep into the ancient house, leaving behind only deathly silence and the sweet, fishy smell of fresh blood in the air.
After Xiao Jin "saw" all this, the images in his mind disappeared.
She stood up slowly, her movements soundless. She walked to the door of her own room, her eyes fixed coldly on the door panel.
At some point, a large red "囍" character, also brand new and dark red like clotted blood, had been silently pasted on the center of her door panel, like a cold mark of death!
The corners of her lips curled up in a cold arc.
The boss of this dungeon likes to do these kinds of sneaky little moves.
"Go, take that thing off." Xiao Jin tapped Amo's little head.
Amo understood what he meant, and with a shake of his body, he shrank again and soon became a tiny strip.
Then it aimed at the gap in the door, poked through the window paper and got out of the room, then carefully took down the wedding character in front of the door.
"Squeak..."
Xiao Jin's door was gently opened a crack.
She did not go out immediately, but her sharp eyes scanned the dark and silent corridor like a probe.
After making sure that the sound of chains and crying had completely faded away, and the only thing left in the air was the smell of blood left by Lu Yiming and the faint sobs coming from Wang Yuqing's room, she slipped out.
Almost at the same time, the door of Wen Baiqiu's room next door also slid open silently.
The wedding character on it was revealed by a controlled puppet. Wen Baiqiu stood in the shadow inside the door, his white suit still meticulously dressed.
But his eyes were more solemn and profound than before, and he had obviously noticed the "囍" character on the door and the changes outside.
Diagonally opposite, Zhan Wenchen pushed the door open and walked out. His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses remained calm as he nodded slightly in the direction of Xiao Jin and Wen Baiqiu.
Chu Yuan's door was roughly pushed open. His burly figure blocked the entrance, his face livid. His eyes fiercely swept over the glaring pool of blood and the half-broken "囍" character in front of Lu Yiming's door, and he spat fiercely: "Damn it!"
Idiot! Even he heard Zhan Wenchen’s reminder, yet this guy still dared to come out.
It was obvious that the few of them had just finished decorating the wedding character in front of the door.
Lu Jing's door was tightly closed, and the sound of his long, even breathing could be heard from inside, suggesting he was soundly asleep. There was no movement from Liu Man either.
The four of them locked eyes, no words needed. Their goal was the same – to penetrate the fortress at night and explore the strictly guarded restricted areas of the antechamber and the butler!
Xiao Jin took the lead, his figure like a civet cat blending into the night, running fast in the shadow of the corridor.
Ah Mo shrunk back to her wrist, his icy senses fully activated. Wen Baiqiu followed closely behind, his steps still carrying the same grace and composure ingrained in him, yet soundlessly and silently.
Zhan Wenchen was in the middle, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, scanning every corner where clues might be hidden.
Chu Yuan was at the rear, like a silent and violent bear, his muscles tense, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.
The night in the old house is more eerie than the day.
The light from the lantern seemed to be sucked away by an invisible force, illuminating only the area below.
The ubiquitous dark red "囍" characters shone like countless prying eyes in the darkness. The air was cold and sticky, carrying a strong sweet aroma of decay. The bloody stench left by Lv Yiming was quickly covered and swallowed.
They avoided the main corridor where the butler had appeared during the day, and took a detour through a secluded path, their target being the antechamber where the fire had broken out during the day and the area forbidden to approach by the butler.
The smell of burning was still on the tip of his nose, and at the same time, the human skin was still hanging on the wooden stick in the yard.
A gust of wind blew, and the human skin fluttered in the wind, making a strange rustling sound.
Only the ruins of the front hall, destroyed by the fire, remained, and only the side rooms barely survived.
After Xiao Jin entered here, she separated from the others and searched the ruins alone.
About half an hour later, Xiao Jin keenly discovered half a thread-bound booklet that had been gnawed by rats and was covered in filth in the corner of a side room where miscellaneous items were stored.
She picked it up, carefully brushed off the dust, and quickly flipped through the torn and brittle pages in the dim light reflected by the blade.