"Brother Tong said he wanted to find the skin in ten minutes, and now it has been seven minutes!

There are three minutes left, I just need to hold on for three minutes!"

The water surface of the flower pot was surging with bubbles, and waves of strange white smoke kept rising, as if it was a pot of boiled water.

But Hong Fu's body began to tremble involuntarily, his face was bloodless, and his pale lips were trembling up and down.

The consequence of losing too much blood is that he has not much ability to think and only feels cold.

The whole person seemed to be in an ice cellar, surrounded by frost.

Hong Fu had only a pair of underwear and a pair of socks all over his body, and now goose bumps on his skin were rising layer by layer.

He lay beside the flower pot, his right hand drooped into the pot weakly, still maintaining blood.

"Three minutes...three minutes..."

Hong Fu kept muttering these three words, as if only in this way could he maintain that hope.

But a sudden convulsion and the severe pain came, he suddenly woke up for a moment.

"No, right... I can't hold on for three minutes if I continue to bleed like this!"

Hong Fu shook his brain hard, and finally rushed into the solid flower pot.

The violent impact finally brought him back from the extremely sleepy situation, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down the flower pot.

Hong Fu quickly stretched out his left hand, hid the blood on his fingertips, and squeezed it into the flower pot.

After doing all this, he hesitated to take out a simple wooden comb from his backpack under his feet.

Hong Fu is now in a dilemma.

If he does not bleed, the lotus leaf ghost will destroy the plan that is very strong and even kill Tongguan; but his body cannot hold on to bleed. If he uses sin objects to repair it, he will temporarily stagnate the blood flow.

He could not guarantee whether the lotus leaf ghost would attack Tongguan during this period.

Holding the sinful object in the palm of your hand, it is not right to use it, nor is it not right to use it.

However, at this moment, his eyes moved to the red blood mark on the flower pot.

The blood stains stained on the head were wiped, but there were still a few traces.

Hong Fu was surprised to find that the patterns on the flower pot seemed to have some different feeling.

The last time I watched it up close, this was a fishing picture of an elegant old man.

The only strange thing is that this old man is sitting on a lotus leaf on the river surface, and the vast river surface is displayed in the form of blank space.

But now, after Hong Fu's blood was smeared, he would have another strange look when he looked at this picture again.

The scene still remains unchanged, old man, river surface, lotus leaves, fishing rods.

But the white river surface also turned red in the blood of Hongfu, so the whole painting changed.

The old man sat on the lotus leaves, hung into the red water bottom with a slender fishing rod, fishing...

Hong Fu's mind suddenly roared, as if some locked logical door was suddenly opened.

Bloodletting and pollution of flower pots has never been a way to live, so where is the real way to live?

It's in this painting!

The red-colored river surface is not the water in this flower pot; the white river is the boiling water at this moment; the lotus leaves on the river surface represent the lotus leaf ghost; the old man of course refers to Hong Fu himself; then, everything now is simply an abstract replica of this painting.

He once thought that his blood was due to the Fengdu mission, so he could interfere with the lotus leaf ghost.

But at this moment, there may be another explanation: bloodletting is the first step to completing the life path!

Hong Fu's originally listless spirit was revived at this moment. He sat up straight and carefully interpreted the painting.

What is the only thing missing now?

fishing rod……

Hong Fu looked at his twisted right hand. If it was abstract, then his already ruined right arm was the fishing rod.

But where is the fish?

Hong Fu swallowed his saliva, stood up with difficulty in supporting the flower pot, and looked down at the blood-red water surface.

The rising water vapor is not hot, but gives people a gentle, soft and comfortable feeling.

Looking at it, Hong Fu said to himself nervously:

"As long as I catch fish underwater, the mission of the fishing boat, Heye, will be over. This is the way to live..."

The turbid and weird blood illuminated Hongfu's pale white face and became bright red.

He slowly pressed his stiff right shoulder with his still movable left hand, raised his entire arm, and slowly extended it into the blood.

In just a moment, the right hand, which was shriveled due to blood loss, made a terrifying "sizzling" sound.

When Hong Fu's face suddenly became distorted, he almost fell into the pot after a trance.

And his right hand, which had just reached under the water, had turned into white bones in an instant, and his flesh was corroded to the point of not leaving any left.

This is the price, the price of life!

Hong Fu bit his lip, endured the perplexing and continuous pain, and ruthlessly inserted half of his arm into it.

"ah!!!"

A series of saliva drooled into the water along Hong Fu's mouth, and a series of saliva dripping into the water.

He was already in pain and could not control himself.

This flower pot erodes not only the flesh, but also the continuous torture imposed on his soul.

Keep scraping bones, skins, and flesh...

But only half of his arm, no matter how he searched, he didn't touch anything.

This flower pot is deeper than he thought, and this distance cannot be reached at all.

Hong Fu was maintaining the last bottom line, lying on the edge of the basin, his face was only one punch away from the water surface, and inserted his entire right arm into it.

There is only a skeleton left on the entire right arm, and the reddish arms are connected at the edge.

Hong Fu used all his strength to use this skeleton hand to stir wildly in the flower pot, and the blood began to spiral and constantly draw circles.

His eyes were scarlet and sweaty, he gritted his teeth and screamed with a shrill voice:

"Tongguan, if you can't complete your life, I'm sorry!"

...

Hong Fu's painful price was not useless. When he was carrying out the road of the lotus leaf ghost, the overall situation on the other side was decided.

Tongguan has successively solved four major theme museum ghosts.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! At this moment, there is only the Art Art Museum on the second floor and the Painting Museum on the third floor that has not been cleaned yet.

Now there is only one and a half minutes left before the ten-minute deadline agreed with Fang Shenyan.

However, if this speed is maintained, there will even be some remaining in Tongguan.

If nothing unexpected happens, he has taken the right path.

Hong Fu's scream was not clear in Tongguan's ears. He seemed to hear Hong Fu scold him, and that's all.

As time goes by, Tongguan ignored it and rushed to the second floor without stopping.

Ding Wangshu and Jin Xi have been transferred to the sculpture hall on the first floor through prior communication.

Doing this will prevent them from meeting the angels with the winged wings and causing trouble.

As Tongguan became more and more skilled, he walked through four major theme halls.

I was surprised to find that all the fixed exhibition halls of the theme halls were placed with ghosts.

Moreover, all fixed exhibition halls are destroyed with the disappearance of their original body.

There are only two left now, but Jin Xi has been stuck in the fixed exhibition hall for nearly three minutes for the painting gallery.

You should know that it took less than six minutes for Jin Xi to join the first five exhibition halls.

The painting gallery is always the most special one.

However, since Tongguan chose to believe in Jin Xi, he naturally trusted her abilities, so the most urgent task is to solve the ghost in the Art Museum.

In the empty corridor, the sound of messy footsteps rang straight to the Art Museum.

But due to his significant loss of hearing, he did not notice any sound of footsteps echoing around him, as if he was more than one.

However, just as Tongguan was about to open the gate of the Art Museum, a sharp scream came to his ears with an incomplete distress signal.
Chapter completed!