Be dragged into the room by the succubus

"Young man, I like you very much~"

The joking voice suddenly sounded in the room, startled Ning Feng who had just relaxed, and quickly grabbed the doorknob!

"Really awakened the gods? But didn't the ceremony fail?"

"No, that's not right! Are there other beings attracted here?"

Ning Feng couldn't get an answer, but no matter what appeared, in the current state, it was definitely right to leave here first...

Kaka!

The doorknob made a loud noise, but the door that had been opened seemed to be welded into the door frame, and there was no way to pull it open.

The barrier that disappeared when the succubus died seemed to reappear, silently separating the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.

"Don't leave in such a hurry! He is not a devil, what are you afraid of?"

A surprised voice sounded from behind, full of perplexity, the speaker seemed to be somewhat incomprehensible to Ning Feng's abrupt behavior at the moment.

"Or, are you despising others?"

"In this case, I will cry, woo woo woo..."

Full of perfunctory and joking, fake cries without a trace of emotion echoed in the blood-stained room, which seemed particularly weird and harsh at this moment.

With his back to the altar, the crying echoed in his ears, and Ning Feng's face became gloomy.

The little bit of pride in his heart that had arisen from killing the succubus disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Even though it was a sneak attack, no one could say that he didn't try hard enough to kill an extraordinary creature as an ordinary person without serious injuries.

Grasping the opportunity, exchanging wounds for wounds, and attacking east and west, the attack and kill operation just now had minor problems, but they were all harmless. Basically, Ning Feng has done the best that Ning Feng can do.

But it's a pity that in this isolated secret room, it is destined that there will be no bystanders cheering for him... Uh, there seems to be one, but it doesn't count.

The reality is not to break through levels and fight monsters. There will be no rewards for level clearance after eliminating enemies, and other enemies will not wait for you to swipe yourself when you are full of blood and status at the next plot point.

They will only rush up when you are weak and chop you finely.

"Am I a group performance script that was finished immediately after the start? It's so miserable."

With a slight sigh, Ning Feng suddenly calmed down, laughing at himself in his heart:

"This time, it seems that it is really coming to an end."

When facing the succubus who wanted to sacrifice himself, Ning Feng was extremely nervous, fearing that because of a mistake in one step, he would fall into a situation of eternal doom.

But now, Ning Feng calmed down when faced with an unknown being who was likely to be related to the gods.

He wasn't expecting the other party to let go of his future after playing tricks. It didn't feel good to put his life in the hands of others.

Ning Feng just figured out one thing...

The gap in strength is too great, and panic is useless.

Stretching out the head with a knife, retracting the head is also a knife, it is better to let yourself die heroically.

"Is that the only thing left that can be done now?"

perish together.

This is not that Ning Feng suddenly became fearless of life and death, but a warning written into the title page of the watchman's instruction manual.

"Don't allow yourself to be a weapon in the hands of your enemies."

Souls can be manipulated.

If you don't want your soul to be tortured and reformed after falling into the hands of others, the best way is to kill yourself before falling into the worst situation.

This is not difficult for the awakened, but for Ning Feng now, there are not many ways to kill himself.

Or, throw the holy flame into the pile of flesh and blood, and then bang... As for whether others will die or not, Ning Feng doesn't know, but he must have finished playing.

Or, if you use tons of holy flames, it's also over.

Holding the holy flame in his hand, Ning Feng was silent for a moment, and then slowly let go.

"No, it's not the last moment yet."

After all, they have been reincarnated, and those who have golden fingers have to work hard no matter how bad they are.

"That's the last resort, until then..."

It won't hurt to communicate, just in case a miracle happens.

After making up his mind, Ning Feng turned around slowly and calmly, making no one see any wavering at all.

But this pretended calm was completely shattered when he looked towards the center of the room.

Ning Feng's pupils shrank in an instant!

!!!

The altar on the ground is still in that fragmented state, but the rest of the room has undergone tremendous changes.

If the tragic scene in the room before was still in the realm of the bloody massacre, then it is as magical as a nightmare reflected in reality at this moment.

Drops of blood oozed from the floor, walls, and even the ceiling, floating and flying towards the center, and the lines submerged into the altar disappeared.

Those stumps and broken arms gradually squirmed as if they were alive, and gathered in the center, and the flesh and blood contained in them withered when they touched the lines.

The rotten stench weakened, and what remained in the room was only fragments of mummies that looked like they had been exposed to the sun in the desert, without a single drop of blood.

Holding Sheng Yan's hand tightly, Ning Feng realized that his imagination was not rich enough before the real existence of extraordinary power.

"There is no blood, seems to disappoint you?"

I am very satisfied with Ning Feng's expression, and the voice is full of joy:

"Oh, young people, don't be overwhelmed! Why do you keep thinking about dying together? Survival is the most important thing~"

The other party knew what kind of thoughts Ning Feng was holding from the very beginning, but there was nothing to stop him.

It's just that the old god is waiting for him to make a decision after suffering there, appreciating his panic and powerlessness at this moment.

Quite, bad taste.

"Angry? Oh, you have to understand one thing..."

"If you're weak enough, even your resistance will look cute~"

The bloody pattern depicted on the altar seemed to be distorted, and a black shadow gushed out of it.

Without giving Ning Feng a chance to speak, a pair of scarlet eyes lit up in the twisted shadow.

"Okay~ Since such a cute you made me feel happy after a long absence, how can I thank you?"

"It's decided, let you see my beautiful face!"

The shadow twisted and squirmed, and a black cat with scarlet eyes slowly walked out of it, raised its head and looked at Ning Feng with a smile.

"Look, isn't this cute?"

Its eyes seem to be smiling, but there is no warmth in them at all, only a frighteningly deep coldness.

In his eyes, the other party is not a cute black cat, but an unspeakable deep shadow!

Feeling uneasy, Ning Feng subconsciously concentrated and looked at the shadow that the black cat walked out of...

【▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇】

The information that appeared in front of my eyes couldn't be seen clearly at all, and at the same time, a lot of ravings exploded in my mind!

"what!"

Ning Feng knelt heavily on the ground, and the holy flame opened in his hand also fell on the ground, but he didn't care about it, and covered his eyes in pain.

Blood flowed unstoppably from the corners of his eyes, coupled with the painful expression, it made Ning Feng look extremely hideous.

"Huh? You are really bold. You don't even want to die just to see the girl's true face?"

The black cat was really surprised this time, its tail flicked for a moment, and it tilted its head to look at Ning Feng who was clenching his teeth, regretfully saying:

"It's a pity, I would have liked to chat with you, but now it seems that I have no chance."

"After all, you're going to die~"

The ravings and roars in his mind destroyed Ning Feng's will, and he couldn't understand what the black cat said...

……die?

Who is going to die?

Tick.

Blood dripped from between his fingers and dripped into the silvery liquid on the ground.

boom!

The silver-white fire light lit up in the room again, but this time it was Ning Feng's turn to be the victim.

But perhaps because the impact deep in his soul was too strong, Ning Feng didn't feel the heat and pain of his body at all.

In the light of the fire, the blurred information in front of Ning Feng's eyes turned into pieces of fragmented pictures, constantly impacting his will that was on the verge of collapse.

Under this kind of pain, even thinking has become a luxury.

"Then goodbye~"

The black cat smiled at Ning Feng's miserable state, waved its paw easily, and the figure gradually disappeared into the shadows.

From beginning to end, whether it appears or disappears, it just talks about itself.

Even though the tone is intimate, Ning Feng's figure has never been reflected in its eyes.

In fact, Ning Feng never had the right to dialogue from the very beginning.

The flames were gradually extinguished, and Ning Feng's consciousness was also gradually dissipating, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

And at the last moment when his consciousness dissipated, Ning Feng, whose upper body was almost ashes, finally saw clearly.

【▇▇▇▇】

With a dry voice squeezed out of the throat, he read out unconsciously:

"...Arianna."

The moment these words were spoken, the whole room seemed to be silent again.

The shadow that had gradually dissipated skyrocketed, and the bleak altar was completely shattered!

In the darkness, those scarlet eyes suddenly opened, brighter than ever before!

Suddenly, there seemed to be an illusory figure descending in the room.

That figure looked at Ning Feng quietly, his deep eyes seemed to see through the depths of his soul.

at last.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and whispered slowly:

"found it."

"[▇▇▇]..."