Jane finds her body out of control.

His actions and language are controlled by something he doesn't know and doesn't know, which makes him do something that he would never normally do and say something he doesn't understand. But this feeling is not good for him, which makes Luo Jian feel extremely frightened.

So he almost tried his best to stop his actions - like stabbing the poor God with a knife.

God knows that Luo Jian doesn't want to stab people with a knife, and the other party has no injustice or hatred. Luo Jian does not want to experience the feeling of loving and killing the ancients thousands of years ago. He tries to escape the feeling of being controlled, but finds that he is powerless.

Fuck! Can't you hide?!

The poor God, who was stabbed all the time, didn't hide. There were several blood holes in his body. Leng was stupidly standing in the same place, and Luo Jian was still stabbing and stabbing by Luo Jian. She was so angry that she wanted to scold his mother.

At this time, someone finally understood Luo Jian's mind and stopped him as he wished. However, Xing Yan, standing beside him, reached out and grasped Luo Jian's hand holding the knife and pushed him into his arms. The hunter's strength was amazing. Luo Jian was held down by him and remained motionless in his arms.

This incident made several people wake up from their dreams. The ghost immediately responded, but did not take care of Luo Jane. Instead, he went directly to the God. The poor God was covered with blood and fell directly on the ground. But it was amazing that he was still alive after being stabbed so many times, but his face was very pale.

You can't let him die like this! The ghost understands. As for the secret room, there are also clues to escape, which are all information that must be obtained from the hypocrite. The ghost immediately took some magical props on the God, stopped the blood, and then pulled out a pile of gauze from his personal secret room and wrapped the human's chest tightly.

The weak God just looked up at the ghost and whispered, "don't save me."

"Why? Do you want to die? " The ghost in the gauze will not listen to me.

"Don't save me. I'm going to find him." Trembling, the weak God raised his hand and seized the ghost's wrist.

"Who are you looking for? Who else can you find? " The ghost frowned.

"Even if I go to hell, I will get him!" The voice of the God said this sentence was very serious. Even though he was weak, even though he looked miserable, his expression revealed the determination that no one in the room doubted.

But the ghost gave a sneer. He turned his head and looked at Luo Jian. Luo Jian was still in the arms of the pursuer and was held by Xing Yan for a while. He found that he was gradually getting away from the strange feeling of being controlled. The obsession of "ghost" attached to him gradually disappeared, and the lasting time was not long. However, Luo Jian felt the deep feelings 。

Not just hate, right?

Although anger and hatred accounted for a large part, but more, luojian only felt sadness, very, very sad, sadness, pain, can not ask.

This kind of feeling is too strong, even affects Luo Jian's own mood, which makes him unable to get out of this sad mood for a while. Xing Yan seems to feel it too. He hugs Luo Jian tightly and rubs his head.

The ghost's sight stopped on Luo Jane for a moment, then turned back and said to the young god, "the man you love, didn't you say it clearly just now? You sold yourself to the devil and implicated him together. Where do you think your lover's soul will be now? "

The God seemed to have realized something, and immediately changed his previous mentality of seeking death. He glared at the ghost and roared in a low voice: "what do you mean by that?"

"What else can it mean?" The ghost seemed to be angry, but he couldn't see it anymore. He grabbed the amazing hair of the stupid God and forced his head up: "what do you want to recover?"?! Go to a hell with nothing to find a soul that doesn't exist at all? That ghost is right. You are really stupid! Who did you deal with in the first place? Sell your poor lover unconsciously! So now, you have to take back what belongs to you from the other party, your people! "

The spirit roared with such force that not only the God was bluffing, but also the people around him. Luo Jian shrunk her neck and forced herself to the hunter's arms. Fengyulan did not know when to stand beside Duanli, not only was Duanli hugging his shoulder, but also gnawed on his face.

The God shrank, closed his eyes, opened again, and suddenly said, "I don't know who I made a deal with."

"What do you mean?" Asked the ghost in disbelief.

"That was when I was in the most desperate stage, when I had just died of my favorite." The God replied: "at that time, I wanted to die. I went to the edge of the cliff and wanted to jump down. At this time, I met a wolf..."

"Wolf?"

"Yes, it was a dying wolf, covered with blood. Maybe it was a survivor of the wolves after the World War II. I thought it came to revenge. The wolf was very revengeful, but he didn't. He carried a note. A picture of Precious paper was rare in our time. "When the God said this, not only the ghost was surprised, but also Luo Jian and other people had to be surprised. The message about the note was so obvious that they could not even guess.

When the God mentioned this, he seemed to have some doubts, and continued: "the wolf took the note and threw it in front of me. Then he jumped down the cliff and died. Then I saw the note The above language is a little strange. I may not be able to understand the meaning correctly, but I still understand it roughly. I found that this is an invitation letter -- "

" the other party claims to be able to realize any wish for me, even if it is to revive the dead after the transfer of the times. The other side also said that it would give me strong power, and no one could live forever. And these, just need me to sign on it and promise to become The secret room storyteller? "

All the ghosts were shocked! They were all speechless for a while, staring at the poor God lying on the ground. The God didn't notice the expression of these people. They just recalled the content of the note. Their expression seemed to be sad:

"I missed him ten times at that time At that time, I thought that if he could be revived, no matter what the cost, I would accept it, and then I would choose to believe anything that was unbelievable and ridiculous. So I signed the note. But when I signed my name, the content of the note changed in an instant. The content changed into a sentence. Ask me: your wish What is it? "

"So I said," I want to find the one I love. "

The God's brow frowned tightly: "after that, a series of plans were listed on the paper, telling me that as long as I carry out according to the requirements, I can naturally find the person I want, but the premise is that I must implement the plan completely, otherwise I will never be able to recover the soul of that person, and I will lose all the opportunities that can be saved."

The ghost suddenly felt frightened. He tried his best to think about all kinds of traps in the secret room. Then he thought of many predecessors who had seen in the secret room before. He wanted to know how long the secret room had existed on earth. He wanted to know the origin of the secret room, but no one could answer this question.

The power of the chamber of secrets, the fields it involves, how huge and how broad is it? Is it possible to span time and space? Can characters from thousands of years ago or thousands of years later be manipulated, or can creatures in different worlds and monsters in outer space be negotiated and controlled in secret rooms?

As long as you think of this possibility, the ghost will be unable to extricate themselves from a burst of fear.

He had to force down his ups and downs of mood, looking down at the God in front of him: "so, how far has your plan been implemented?"

"The last step." The God gave a sudden smile.

Everyone was shocked by this strange smile! The ghost is more pause, straight out their own weapons! His weapon is as like as two peas and two identical pistols. After the ghost took out the weapon, it directly aimed at the God lying on the ground.

But with the bang of a gun, the God not only did not drop, but also looked up at the ghost with a slightly surprised look. He was laughing happily. What's more, there was a groove on his body that was hit by the huge impact of the bullet. The bullet was trapped in the groove, but it could only be stuck in his body.

This is an extremely strange phenomenon. The ghost was frightened for a while, but soon calmed down. He quickly retreated and drew a distance from the gods to avoid being hurt. He was not a close combat expert because his own defense was very weak. If necessary, his position in the battle was a long-range physical DP that could cause continuous damage.

The sound of the ghost's gunshot is almost equal to the clarion call of war. Duan Li drags Alan Ba behind him and draws out his weapon. However, the hunter holding Luo Jian has no action. Theoretically, he and any player are enemies. If he takes the initiative to help Luo Jian and others, he will be directly wiped out by the secret room.

Therefore, it is possible to play tricks secretly instead of openly.

The pursuer put Luo Jian away, gave him a kiss on the forehead, pointed to the gods, and asked Luo Jian to fight. The emotion conveyed by the snake bite tail mark was obvious.

Affected by his emotions, Luo Jian turns to face the enemy.

Luo Jian and his cousin don't have time to pay attention to his younger brother's movement at the moment. At the moment, the primary goal is to solve the problem in front of him. I'm afraid that the so-called God is the ultimate b set by the secret room for them. Only by defeating him can Luo Jian and others move on.

But

"Everybody listen! We can only defeat him, not kill him! " The ghost frowned and said, "this is not a game. If we kill B, what we want will fall out of him! In any case, we must ask him the whereabouts of the exit! "

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