The whole room was illuminated by only the small lights on the walls.

The pale lights pulled the shadow of Tang porcelain longer and longer.

He looked around his companion's body for a few times, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the body to the side, with a bright red picture frame appearing under the body.

He lifted his suit pants and slowly squatted down.

A number "4890" is written on the edge of the frame.

Blood splattered in the picture frame, like bright red flowers blooming on the floor.

Tang Ci stretched out her hand and tapped it in the middle of the frame, and realized that it was empty under the frame.

He punched the middle of the frame.

With a loud "bang", he directly punched a hole in the floor.

Tang Ci looked at her hand, shook it casually, and jumped into the dark pit expressionlessly.

...

Tang porcelain fell down, but not long after, he landed on the ground with a "bang".

Tang Ci put his hands in a white coat and looked up at the room.

The room is larger, and the decorations are also baroque in the surroundings. Candlesticks are placed on the carved walls, and three white candles are burning silently in the candlesticks.

Picture frames are placed on all four walls of this house, but some of these picture frames are painted, and some are not painted.

He counted the paintings in total.

The frame says "4810", "4820", "4830", "4840", "4850", "4860", "4870", "4880", and a picture frame with no numbers but a line of words written.

Tang Ci's fingers touched the words on the picture frame and realized that what was written on it was-

[You and I stand at both ends of time and on the balance of death.]

[The golden death depicts the silhouette of the end. When time is filled with death and one end of the balance is suppressed, hope will appear on the end of the loved one.]

Tang Ci opened her eyes wide, "You and I stand at both ends of time... What does this mean? Does it mean..."

He turned his head again and looked at the paintings.

In the painting "4810", people hide in the castle and kill monsters in the castle. The monsters like hills lay on the ground, and a face struggling inside the monster's body reflected in their eyes.

In the painting "4820", people are soaked in the blood from the snow painting. A corpse in the blood was cut in half, and there was actually a vending machine in the blood.

In the painting "4890", a half-human and half-monster thing crawled on the ground, and various drink bottles fell from the sky hit him. His hand turned into a blade and tried to stab him up, but it disappeared halfway, and the half-human and half-monster's head and body were also divided into two.

"This is...the death that has happened."

Tang Ci got closer and wanted to find Meng Busan from the dense crowds in the painting.

In the painting "4810", a black villain stood on the monster, and the villain was still glowing blue light. In the direction facing the villain, above the steps, a girl wearing a layered lace skirt with a parasol.

Tang Ci would not admit his mistake. This "girl" should be Meng Busan. Before the two entered the trial field, he helped tie the lace on his skirt into a bow.

“4810…”

Tang Ci started looking for paintings of "4820" again, but Meng Busan was not seen in this painting, but he saw a lancet in "4890".

Tang Ci let go of her hand dejectedly and murmured: "How should I find you...and how should I tell you the news here?"

He remembered the traces he saw on the clock in the hall and looked at his hands again.

Perhaps because he had been through it for too long, the scratches on the glass were no longer very clear, but he still remembered that it was the word "blood".

At this moment, this gorgeous room suddenly lit up.

Tang Ci suddenly raised her head, looking for the place where she shines, but found that it was a painting of "4830".

Death appears again!

He rushed over and stared at the frame intently.

A large amount of golden sand gushed out from the frame, and these golden sand changed color little by little, outlining the real moment of death.

A man faced the darkness and showed a look of horror. He stretched out his hand and his arms suddenly became very thick and seemed to have been strengthened. However, transparent ice-colored vines stretched out from the darkness. The vines entangled him, pierced into his heart, and pierced him straight through. Then, the vines bloomed a ruby-like rose behind him.

Although it was not Meng Busan's death, this was probably Meng Busan's teammate.

Tang Ci clenched her fist and punched the wall hard.

He had never felt so powerless, being played with by this trial field and this world.

Tang Ci lowered her head and smiled: "You also said that I did it according to you, but you can directly penetrate the trial world two rounds. What about me? Am I really okay? I can't even protect the people I want to protect!"

"I just have your appearance, but I have nothing in your inner self."

"hateful!"

He slammed the wall again in a silence.

"Think about it quickly... how to tell him everything, how to escape from here..."

"We stand at both ends of time, how can we convey the news here to him?"

"…blood…blood…only blood, death and his seals can penetrate time?"

Tang Ci stared at the picture frame without numbers written.

"We are at both ends of time and at both ends of the balance. Can only the lighter end escape the birth of the sky? What is more heavy is death, that is, the more people in two times die at which time, the more people in the other time can leave here."

Tang Ci laughed softly, "Is this dedication? Meng Busan always said that he had no empathy and was a lunatic. He was afraid he would not be willing to contribute, right?"

He raised his head, his eyes like inorganic filler, without any emotion.

"Or, I'll do it..."

...

"There's nothing here, but the temperature is too low."

Ji Xueya looked at the room and found that there was a hole in the room. The cold wind outside the castle kept coming into the room.

He walked a few steps forward and planned to check it out.

"You said, can we go outside directly through this hole?"

"I advise you to give up this idea." Meng Busan's voice was slightly lower and hoarse.

Ji Xueya: "Why?"

He turned his head and looked, but did not find Meng Busan's existence.

"Where are you?"

He turned around and found that Meng Busan was actually curled up in the corner of the wall farthest from the broken hole.

He wrapped his clothes tighter, and his whole body was still trembling.

Ji Xueya looked puzzled: "What's wrong with you? Is it so cold?"

Meng Busan slowly raised his face buried in his clothes and shouted, and the whiteness continued to surge, and a layer of white frost hung on his fine eyelashes.

Ji Xueya was shocked.

Meng Busan: "I'm almost frozen to death, and I still have to listen to your stupid pussy. Please, can I take care of more girls?"

Ji Xueya scratched the back of his head, looking sorry.

Meng Busan muttered, "I just saw that my brain was very good, so I wanted to follow me and call me dad. When I got here, I ignored me. Humph, you said you would separate me, just separate me..."

Ji Xueya couldn't help but retort: ​​"Who called you dad!"

Meng Busan lifted his frosted eyelashes and looked at him, "Then what were you just calling?"

Ji Xueya: "...grass!"

He lowered his hands and stared at her helplessly, "Miss, don't play with me anymore. I know your brain is useful. Please, please tell me mercifully, how can I go out in this room?"

Meng Busan: "...but now I want to coax me back."

Ji Xueya: "..."

He sighed helplessly and walked to Meng Busan, just blocking the wind blowing from him.

He drooped his eyebrows and asked softly, "Miss, is this okay?"

Meng Busan glanced at him and said, "It's a barely force, you know, I'm your brain, you must protect me."

Ji Xueya tilted his head, his ear tips slightly red, and he said "ah".

"I'm so troublesome, okay, I'll remember it next time."

Meng Busan then said: "Don't think about running into the snow, that's just looking for death! Except for you who are not affected too much because of your ice-based skills, others will only be frozen to death if they run out."

"The way out will only be placed in the castle, and not outside the castle by some individual accidents."

Ji Xueya: "Oh, okay, then do we still have to find a picture frame?"

Meng Busan: "Did you find out?"

Ji Xueya really didn't want to say that he didn't know anymore, but he really didn't know.
To be continued...