Death Inquisitor

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Fortunately, at this moment, they suddenly discovered that a patch of green appeared on the edge of the charcoal land ahead.

"Hurry up, it's right in front, run!"

Several people were overjoyed and quickly used up their last strength to run towards the grass.

As soon as he ran out of the range of the charcoal land, he couldn't help but collapse to the ground, panting.

Fatigue and pain came one after another.

"Charcoal sprint Xu Fugui, Shao Zhentai... five people passed the test, Huang Rui failed. Let's move on to the next item..."

Before they finished speaking, Xu Fugui and others felt that the scene in front of them had changed and appeared in a brand new place.

It is a dark room corridor, the surroundings are quiet, and there is no end that can be seen in front of you, and it has been plunged into darkness. The doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor were also closed, not knowing what kind of danger there might be inside.

Beside them, Huang Rui was already standing there intact, his head lowered and silent.

But there was a trace of resentment in those eyes looking at the ground.

He feels that the world is too unfair to him and everyone bullies him, so he wants revenge!

So he built a bomb and detonated it in a crowded place. But this time, he wanted to take revenge on Xu Fugui and the others.

"I'm not a waste, sooner or later you will beg me!" Huang Rui thought through gritted teeth.

Ding dong…

At this time, several bottles of recovery potions fell in front of Xu Fugui and others.

"Before starting this round, treat your injuries first."

Ye Chen's voice sounded.

Xu Fugui and others had a look of horror on their faces.

Treating injuries is naturally good, but they have experienced the pain of treating injuries. Even if all the bones in the body are taken out, it is nothing more than that.

Although the injury this time was just flesh, the treatment will definitely not be as painful as growing bones. But under the psychological shadow of the past, they cowered.

"What? You don't want to use it? In this case, I can fulfill your wish and let you proceed to the next round in your current state." Ye Chen's faint voice sounded from all around.

"Use it, let's use it!" Xu Fugui and others immediately exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to pick up the potion.

Then he gritted his teeth and drank it as if he were taking poison.

Suddenly, an unbearable itching feeling surged up from all the wounds on his body.

Especially the soles of their feet gave them a feeling that life was worse than death.

One by one, they fell to the ground and rolled around, scratching at various places on their bodies with their hands, screaming loudly: "Ah, it's so itchy, it's so itchy!"

Until the injuries were fully recovered, several people had a look of deep panic on their faces.

"The rules of this round are very simple. You must keep moving forward along the corridor you can see in front of you. If anyone turns back, he will face a punishment that is a hundred times more painful than the previous two rounds. And the only way is to keep moving forward for ten seconds. More than 10 minutes, and only the last person is left, that person can pass the level.”

The implication is that as long as it does not reach ten minutes, even if only one of them is left, that person cannot be considered to have passed the test.

The rules sounded simple, but Xu Fugui and others couldn't help but feel anxious.

Judging from the methods of the previous two rounds of Death Judge, this round is really abnormal.

The more abnormal it is, the more problematic it is.

"Gudong..." Everyone swallowed, feeling that the atmosphere around them became a little weird and gloomy.

A chill ran down my back.

"Let's start now." Ye Chen's voice rang in their ears.

Xu Fugui and others acted stiffly and took the first step cautiously. It seems as if the front is likely to miss the mark and turn into an abyss.

After finding that there was no problem, they breathed a sigh of relief and then started walking in the corridor at the speed of normal people.

My feet were shaking, my heart felt weak, and my eyes were always staring at the doors on both sides, fearing that one of them would suddenly open and some terrifying monster would appear.

But the more I think about it, the more ghosts are at work in my heart.

Slowly, everyone felt some hairiness behind them, as if the doors had really opened and there were erratic ghosts following them.

Among them, Huang Rui is the least courageous. Although he graduated from college, he is also a top student.

But I am afraid of these ethereal ghosts. After watching the live broadcast of Death Judge once and knowing that there are real ghosts, this fear became many times more serious.

Even if I close my eyes and wash my hair, I worry about whether there is something standing behind me.

When playing computer games and watching TV at night, he has to lean against the wall, otherwise he always feels like there are eyes staring at him from behind.

Among the six people at this moment, he had the strongest look of fear on his face, and he couldn't help but want to look back several times.

But when I thought of the warning from the Death Judge, I could only endure it.

However, at this time, he suddenly discovered that the speed of the others had slowed down, and they were behind him one by one.

He vaguely felt something was wrong and slowed down.

But no matter how low he was, no one from behind could walk in front of or next to him.

If it weren't for the footsteps behind them, they would have thought they were eaten by some monster.

Speaking of the footsteps, Huang Rui suddenly froze, his face turned pale and ugly, his back

The hair on my back stood up.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the footsteps of one of the five people behind him were missing.

"One, two, three...four...where's five? Where did five go?" Cold sweat appeared on Huang Rui's forehead.

He quickly calmed down and started counting again.

But several times in a row, there were only four footsteps.

His body became colder and colder, and he couldn't help but tremblingly asked to the back: "The ones in the back, are they all still there? Tell me the number, why do I feel like one is missing?"

"One missing? Impossible, I'm here."

"Jili Gulu? Gulu Jili..."

"Boy, you are so timid."

…

Three of them spoke the language of birds, and two spoke the language of the Celestial Dynasty. After hearing these voices, Huang Rui felt slightly relieved.

Maybe I heard it wrong.

However, just as he was thinking this, Huang Rui found that there seemed to be one less footsteps behind him.

It was obviously a little lighter than before, and upon closer inspection, his throat became a little dry.

Three! That's right, there are only three footsteps left! ..

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