Game of Gods

The blood was still dripping, but the cold aura from Gui Hua was getting stronger and stronger.

Not falling into Cartmill's trap does not mean the crisis is over, in fact everything has just begun.

Alice in the painting is still turning around, but it seems that she will never be able to turn around. Only the cold atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, gradually forming a gray mist and spreading out gradually.

Yuan Chenfei quickly released a battle pet and threw it at Gui Hua. The war pet flew away with its teeth and claws open. The moment it approached the gray fog, its body quickly decayed, as if it had experienced a thousand years, and it quickly weathered at that moment ,withered.

What means?

A battle pet was wiped out in an instant?

Yuan Chenfei was horrified.

Sure enough, it is an unreasonable existence on the mysterious side, and its attack is completely incomprehensible.

The rotten mist has begun to spread out from the painting, extending outwards. Wherever it passes, it first loses all color and turns into ashes-like gray, and then turns into dust. Fortunately, the speed of spreading is not very fast. quick.

Yuan Chenfei knew that he had to find a solution within a limited time.

At that moment, the first thought that popped into Yuan Chenfei's mind was: This existence is not something he can resist.

Katmir brought himself in in no way to see himself do his best, so beating it wasn't the right thing to do.

Escape is!

With this in mind, Yuan Chenfei quickly rushed to the door.

He just pulled the door, but with his strength, he couldn't open it.

Locked in?

Realizing that this room cannot be broken open with brute force, Yuan Chenfei looked around.

Since Katmir followed the rules, and Alice in front of him was incomprehensible, there must be a way to escape from this room.

I didn't notice it before, but now I have a panoramic view of the room, Yuan Chenfei finally noticed something wrong.

On the wall opposite the door, there is a sign with a line written on it.

The characters are written in Chinese.

In a room with an obvious European Middle Ages, with Chinese characters hanging on it, Yuan Chenfei immediately confirmed that this was a clue.

Because the rules must be valid for everyone, but not every professional knows a foreign language, so leaving clues in other languages ​​means that it is invalid for some people, and it also means unfair.

The sign reads, "A heart locked open only by the blood of a loved one."

"A locked heart? The blood of my beloved?" Yuan Chenfei looked at the painting again.

There is no content about the painting in the notes, but Yuan Chenfei can still see something from the painting.

The male corpse lying on the ground was completely naked. Although Alice's profile could not be seen clearly, a line of tears could still be seen flowing down her face.

The man she killed may also be the man she loved deeply.

The blood of a loved one...

Yuan Chenfei looked down at the ground.

The blood in the painting is still dripping and falling on the ground, forming a real existence.

So, that blood is the key to open the door?

Yuan Chenfei thought.

But how to get blood?

Yuan Chenfei noticed that the fog of corrosion filled the air, but it floated in the air, but did not sink.

In other words, if he lay on the ground and crawled over, it was possible to walk through the mist and get blood.

But what if the guess is wrong?

When the mist sinks, you will die.

Looking around, Yuan Chenfei decided to give it a go.

He lay on the ground and crawled forward slowly. Seeing the gray fog getting closer, Yuan Chenfei felt more and more crisis in his heart.

Yuan Chenfei's sense of crisis has always been sharper since he got super-sensing.

But at this moment, his super sense was invalid.

The reason is simple, the crisis is obvious.

The crisis itself exists, and Yuan Chenfei knows whether there is a super sensor or not. In this case, whether there is a new crisis, even the super sense cannot tell him. Because the super sense can only tell him that there is danger, but it cannot tell him how much danger is and what is the difference.

In other words, even super-sensing is useless.

Cartmill's design is really...

etc.

Yuan Chenfei was shocked.

Since Cartmier had designed the trap to such an extent, how could the clues be so obvious?

He looked at the sign again, at the words on the sign, at the blood dripping from the painting, and at Alice slowly turning around on the screen...

Suddenly he found that the scene in front of him was so familiar.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity came to mind.

what happened?

How did this sense of familiarity come about?

This is the first time I have entered this room, why does it feel familiar?

Yuan Chenfei was puzzled.

But the gray fog was getting closer and closer, and had spread to half of the room.

In other words, there is not much time left for Yuan Chenfei.

Yuan Chenfei looked around, eager to find new clues, but there were no new clues in this room, except for the words on the sign, there was no hint at all. And judging from the speed at which this desperate situation was launched, it was impossible to leave too complicated clues.

Because if the opportunity to escape is at the other end of the room, in the area filled with gray fog, it means that there is no life at all.

etc……

Yuan Chenfei suddenly realized something.

Theoretically, as long as there is a chance to escape, this opportunity should always exist before the fog spreads to the entire room.

In other words, it cannot be on the other side of the mural, but should only be on his own side, which itself is contrary to blood.

Yuan Chenfei turned his head to look behind him, but there was nothing behind him, nothing at all.

He quickly groped the wall, but also failed to find any mechanism.

The gray fog continued to spread and was getting closer.

Could it be that there is really only one way to get blood from under the gray mist?

He stared at the gray fog, staring at the painting.

The sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and Yuan Chenfei knew that his time was running out.

But where is the clue?

How can I leave this room?

Alice on the screen is still spinning.

She finally turned around, revealing a beautiful, sad and hopeless face.

Come to think of it, the moment she killed the person she loved, her heart was already dead, right?

But as she turned, the person she saw was no longer the corpse on the ground, but Yuan Chenfei.

The moment they looked at each other, Yuan Chenfei felt that the other party seemed to come to life, as if he heard her voice of resentment.

"Why? Why did you hurt me like this?"

"My love, I can't imagine how desperate it is to lose your life."

"You injected my life into the source, but you destroyed it with your own hands."

"You killed my heart, and I will take everything from you!"

There was no sound, but Yuan Chenfei's heart echoed this sad and deep whisper, the final voice of a sad and desperate woman, just like this echoed in his heart over and over again.

The gray mist spreading across the room is the embodiment of her despair, in her heart, everything has turned to ashes.

Wait, everything in her heart is ashes?

"Atrium! This is her atrium." Yuan Chenfei suddenly woke up as if he had a tacit understanding.

The locked atrium is not just a metaphor, but a real thing.

This is true, but what seems to be missing?

Yuan Chenfei looked at Alice, and suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.

The strong sense of familiarity became more and more intense in my heart.

The gray mist is getting closer and closer.

Yuan Chenfei seemed to have forgotten everything, just staring at Alice's eyes stupidly.

He suddenly lay down.

lie on the floor.

As if to give up everything.

But his eyes were still bright, and just looking at Alice like this, great excitement rose in his heart.

"I see!" he exclaimed happily.

He finally saw that the scene at this moment was exactly the same as in the painting.

This room is originally the room in the painting, which is not surprising, the only difference is the people.

But now, when Yuan Chenfei was lying on the ground, the picture formed was really the one in the painting just now.

The scene in the painting was actually staged in this room, Alice was still the same Alice, but the male corpse lying on the ground turned into Yuan Chenfei himself.

That is to say...

Is he the one Alice loves most?

This may sound absurd, but it's closer to the truth.

The blood dripping in the painting and the writing on the card are all misleading, but not all of them.

Everything in the painting shows what is happening in reality, that is to say, the door can be opened with one's own blood.

Yuan Chenfei sat up and rushed to the door.

The gray mist spread and was extremely approaching.

Yuan Chenfei cut off his hand and smeared it on the door.

The door did not open.

invalid?

Yuan Chenfei felt a chill in his heart.

how come?

This is impossible!

It doesn't make sense.

Looking back at the painting, the blood of the male corpse in the painting is still gurgling, dripping from the painting to the ground.

"Maybe... it's not enough, or..."

Yuan Chenfei gritted his teeth, and stabbed himself in the heart.

This knife was not light, it pierced the chest, pierced into the heart, if it were an ordinary person, this knife might have died on the spot, but Yuan Chenfei's eyes just went dark, and his whole body trembled with pain.

Blood gushed out like a fountain and spilled on the door.

The door still didn't open, blood spilled on the door and flowed down.

At the same time, the gray mist was getting closer and closer. It had spread across the door and touched Yuan Chenfei's shoulder. Yuan Chenfei's clothes turned into flying ash.

At this moment, a drop of blood dripped from the door and fell to the ground, where the ground suddenly shone brightly.

click.

The door lock was opened.

"hiss!"

Seeing the door open, Alice in the painting let out a scream of extreme anger.

The hissing sound penetrated into Yuan Chenfei's brain like a devil's voice, Yuan Chenfei's eyes went dark, the gray mist had infected his arm, Yuan Chenfei's arm made a piercing sound, and his flesh and blood instantly corroded.

Sichu's divine power erupted, Yuan Chenfei resisted the screaming scream of the terrifying banshee, slammed his right shoulder against the door, and rushed out of the room as the door opened.

Before he could look at the surrounding situation, Yuan Chenfei raised his knife and cut off the part of himself that touched the gray mist, cutting off a large piece of flesh and blood on his arm.

boom!

The door is closed.

Everything returned to calm again.