The scene in front of you is an oil painting where evil and beauty coexist.

It is a scene of a woman walking on the verge of life and death.

When everything was torn apart, the cruel and real status quo was placed in front of Fang Shenyan.

He smelled the strange smell of formalin again, and this time it came from behind him.

The person behind it is not a human, but a ghost.

It guided Fang Shenyan to these three small rooms through the smell of formalin, and the purpose was obvious.

Fang Shenyan was unintentionally looking at the scenery in front of him. He just stared at Xiao Qianduye's not-so-living face without looking sideways.

"I see."

While saying this, he clenched his fist with his right hand and smashed it hard towards the extremely thick glass.

Using the blessing of human leather gloves, he smashed a big hole in the cylinder, and a large amount of turbid and pungent formalin poured out towards Fang Shenyan like a river breaking through the dam.

The violent impact forced his flesh and blood to retreat several steps back.

Xiao Qianduye will no longer die of drowning, and a trace of pain appears on his pale cheeks.

Unfortunately, Fang Shenyan didn't have the chance to give her clothes on her body, and the next second he looked dazed.

This kind of mental interference ability is something that Fang Shenyan cannot resist in any way.

The ghost still did not take the initiative, and it chose the easiest and most effective way.

Fang Shenyan opened his eyes again, but felt great resistance.

The eyelids were extremely sour and there was a slight burning and tingling sensation on the skin all over the body, but it was not very strong.

What can really force people to death is the pain that can no longer breathe.

"Gululu..."

The familiar bubble floated out, and he couldn't hear it himself, but it made him open his eyes.

The blood-filled eyeballs were soaked in formalin's liquid, and his body was greatly restricted, and buoyancy and pressure came at the same time.

Fang Shenyan held his breath, and he knew that the price of saving Xiao Qianduye was that he would replace that woman.

The first thought of being trapped in a glass cylinder was that he clenched his fists with difficulty.

Although the speed slowed down, he was still sure that the punch was heavier than shattering the small Qiande Leaf Glass.

"Dong!"

A strange muffled sound was something Fang Shenyan could hear, but the glass that was originally fragile under the human leather gloves could not be shattered from the inside!

This was beyond Fang Shenyan's expectations, but then he immediately realized it.

Human leather gloves are not sinful things, nor are they for him to use.

Until this moment, Fang Shenyan's mind was suddenly stunned, and he thought of the question that had no answer before.

If gloves and facial skin are not used for Fang Shenyan, then what is the meaning of their existence?

The ghost who still has no true appearance but is extremely powerful has brought him the answer.

Before Fang Shenyan could figure out, he found that the colorless formalin in front of him had turned into a faint yellow color.

The pungent smell almost made his brain dizzy, but another strong smell came and woke him up.

That's blood!

When smell and vision arrive first, the pain finally comes.

Fang Shenyan suddenly looked down at his left arm, and a large gap of flesh and blood appeared from his wrist to his shoulder!

A piece of long arm flesh stuck to some blood-stained skin, and slowly fell to the bottom of the tank in the formalin.

In his blurred vision, he saw the word "1" written on the skin.

The sequence problem that Fang Shenyan had been thinking about for a long time was finally verified, but in such a bad way.

The invisible knife kept cutting off all the flesh and blood from Fang Shenyan's left arm.

Formalin has completely changed color, and is as turbid as the yellow dirty in the sewer pipe.

Fang Shenyan's consciousness was also distracted in this extremely harsh environment. Although he was extraordinary, he was still a human being after all.

But the matter is still not over. As the target "1", it is obvious that the ghost's first "exploitation" target was Fang Shenyan's left arm.

The second goal is the right hand wearing human leather gloves.

The skin, which had been slightly burned by formalin, had a large area of ​​ulceration at this moment.

The human leather gloves seemed to be embedded in Fang Shenyan's right hand, forcibly drilling into his hand bone in an extremely domineering way.

It was like a blood-seen leech, after biting a hole in a human body, it frantically drilled into the human skin!

Fang Shenyan was tortured by the intense pain and breathing in his mouth, his vision was completely blurred by sewage and bubbles.

The facial skin on his face also played its due role at this moment, aiming at his right eye.

Fang Shenyan roared silently, and the severe pain from all directions made his last trace of reason collapse.

"I want Fang's hands and right eyes to see if you have the qualifications!"

A bone-white mask suddenly appeared on Fang Shenyan's face at this moment, blocking the hideous face of pain.

A strong and terrifying aura emanated from Fang Shenyan's body like a gate opening, and a large amount of black silk thread drilled out of his body.

The glass in front of me that could not be broken was shattered by black silk thread like a toy.

Fang Shenyan's figure flashed and disappeared from the room, and he showed up again and stood outside the third floor.

The slender black figure turned its back to the window, and endless black silk threads were surrounded by behind him. He raised his right hand slightly.

Five filaments of different colors are wrapped around their five fingers, hanging downwards all the way downwards.

They are black, white, gray, purple, and a color that cannot be named by humans...

At this moment, there was a figure that could not be seen with the naked eye, opposite Fang Shenyan's strange and powerful aura.

The figure was also wrapped in black fog, and it seemed to be a human figure, but it was a little different in some places.

It was just standing there, but it didn't look at Fang Shenyan.

Because its aura is more powerful than Fang Shenyan, who has transformed into a ghost.

A pair of hands stretched out from the black fog, holding a brand new bone-clearing knife, aiming at Xiao Qianduye who had just woken up by the huge change in breath.

Fang Shenyan, who turned into a ghost in this mission for the first time, seems to have some problems.

The masked face was swinging left and right irregularly, as if it represented a tangled consciousness and state struggle.

Slowly...

One eye appeared from the white-faced ghost mask that did not have facial features!

Fang Shenyan recovered a little bit of human rationality because of the appearance of this eye.

He suddenly raised his right hand and tore it from the air on the wall behind him.

Fragile windows, fragile walls, and vulnerable steel collapsed under a tear.

The gap that was more than ten meters long was torn apart, and then Fang Shenyan's figure completely disappeared.

The ghost's knife finally hit Xiao Qianduye Jiebai's neck, and he was about to cut off his throat.

The ghost's hand holding the knife was suddenly entangled by a black and white silk thread. Fang Shenyan's figure blocked in front of Xiao Qianduye and grabbed the ghost hands.

At the same time, the third gray silk thread was automatically tied to the two wrists of the ghost hand, wrapping it around one place.

Fang Shenyan flashed his body, grabbed the ghost hands, and pressed the ghost and black fog against the wall with the power of transforming ghosts.

A hoarse and painful voice barely came from under the White-faced Ghost Mask.

He roared at Xiao Qianduye with the last trace of human reason:
Chapter completed!