Weird Regulator

Chang Nian's hands were cold, her heart was cold, and even her breath was filled with thick ice mist, which formed white mist after colliding with the dry air.

But she did not feel her body trembling, or her limbs stiffening.

Perhaps because she had been walking for a long time, even she began to become numb, but her mind was still running quickly and her steps were moving forward without stopping.

"It should be the eighteenth floor..."

Chang Nian moved her sight from the Yin-Yang incense in her palm to the wide corridor in front of her. The scene was the same as usual.

Flowers and plants swaying in the wind, daily garbage on the ground, and a small piece of gray ground steps that fell from the sky and soaked.

The eighteenth floor is the closest place to the outside world and the best entrance to the wind and rain.

Chang Nian slowly raised her head, a drop of cold rain hit her cheek, the ponytail behind her head swayed in the wind, and she stared coldly at the gloomy sky.

For some reason, she suddenly had a strange illusion.

It seemed that this sky was very different from what she had seen before, but it was still gloomy and dark, mixed with dark clouds, and it was difficult to find any difference in the chaos.

But she had a strong intuition that the sky was different in her eyes this time.

Chang Nian climbed up step by step from the first floor, walked through every floor of Yu Lao Street, and finally came to the last eighteenth floor.

Although she got the Yin-Yang incense, she didn't know where the "Yin Realm" was, but she could also know with this "stupid method" that if the "Yin Realm" really existed, it should be here.

But...

Why is there no change at all?

Chang Nian observed the eighteen floors that she had never been to with a parallel perspective, and she didn't see anything strange in the things in front of her.

"Could it be that I still haven't entered the Yin Realm?"

Standing on the corridor on the eighteenth floor, she could feel the cold wind, rain and body more clearly, but there was nothing else.

The only way was to keep moving forward.

Before that, she certainly heard everything that happened in Yu Lao Street, including Ji Li's last shout, very clearly.

It's just that she had more important things to do, so she didn't participate too much.

But as she finished walking through Yu Lao Street, there was still no trace of the underworld, so she couldn't help but continue to investigate.

"Could it be that I entered at the wrong time, and Ji Li set up a big battle, which affected Yu Lao Street and also affected me?"

However, this idea only existed for a moment and was immediately denied.

Ji Li obviously knew many secrets, and his progress would sooner or later be more than doubled than hers, otherwise there would not be such a big move.

And before leaving, he actually shouted and called herself.

Obviously, even Ji Li knew what Chang Nian was going to do, and even that big battle was helping her implicitly.

Chang Nian didn't go into how Ji Li knew all this, but through Ji Li's performance, she at least confirmed that her move to the underworld was right, and her behavior along the way was not wrong.

Thinking of this, Chang Nian strengthened her thoughts, and she began to move forward boldly.

She hasn't finished the eighteenth floor yet. Maybe the entrance to the underworld is in the road that has not been completed in the first half.

The weather was getting colder and colder. Chang Nian noticed that her breath was cold, and even the Yin-Yang incense in her palm was not burning fully.

There were sparks at the tip of the incense, and there was a sign that it would go out at any time in the stormy night.

However, the lingering fragrance could still maintain her side, maintaining the unique effect of the sin object.

But there was no more smoke.

Chang Nian's eyes flashed, and she walked silently on the empty Yu Lao Street. The desolation and loneliness of the eighteen floors made her feel awkward.

But she couldn't describe it, she only knew that this feeling made her feel familiar and strange, uncomfortable and comfortable.

"Zi..."

At this moment, she heard the sound of something rubbing beside her ears, and she looked down and saw that the sole of her shoe was stepping on a piece of yellowed paper.

Perhaps she was too focused, or perhaps she was obscured by external objects, she didn't notice the paper under her feet and almost missed it.

With the faint light source, she could see a vague scene drawn on the paper, and there was a line of small words.

Chang Nian was holding the incense, slowly bending down, picking up a corner of the paper, and gradually standing up while looking at it carefully.

However, when she saw the figure on the paper and the small words, her whole body suddenly stiffened, as if she was frozen into a piece of ice.

The figure on the paper was a huge brazier, and the curved and surging fire covered the entire paper.

And in the fire, broken limbs and arms, twisted heads, were struggling and surging, as if resisting and sinking.

Those limbs were all broken, and the bones were turned outward, but they were still trembling.

Those heads were originally heads without bodies, but they opened their eyes angrily, as if revealing endless resentment.

As for the weirdness of this figure, it was the faces of these severed heads.

All of them had their lower half of the face destroyed, most of the skin was torn off, the gums collapsed, and the lower jaw was torn, leaving only a tongue twisted in the flames, trembling constantly.

This picture is extremely cult.

It was clearly embedded in the yellowed old paper, and most of it was covered by the shoe prints that I often read, but just looking at it would fill me with fear and make me dizzy.

The dynamic images, like real pictures, all happened in reality.

Those dead people whose mouths were smashed out and only had a tongue left were thrown into a giant brazier and suffered torture.

Chang Nian could see their miserable state and had an illusion of empathy, even her own mouth was aching.

A painting filled with evil and horror, the only text was more powerful and more soul-stirring.

"It will be your turn soon!"

Chang Nian's cold sweat flowed down in an instant, and the paper fell to the ground with a shake of her palm, but disappeared immediately.

She raised her head suddenly, only to see a dark eighteenth floor, which had opened its huge mouth in the darkness and stretched out its fangs.

As long as she took another step, the evil monster would tear off half of her face, smash her jaw, and leave only the root of her tongue!

"I have entered the netherworld..."

The answer was already in front of her.

The cold sweat evaporated quickly, bringing a more violent chill than before.

"The netherworld has a tongue but no mouth.

There is a giant brazier on Yu Lao Street, which is dedicated to burning evil ghosts."

The broken limbs and heads in the fire can still move and show, which is obviously not a living person, but a ghost.

This is the clue to entering the underworld, through a yellowed old paper that was "discarded casually".

The moment she realized this, Chang Nian's ears actually heard a series of chopping sounds that made her bones numb.

It seemed that somewhere on the eighteenth floor, there was a "person" who was really using an axe to chop off the limbs of the ghost.

The crackling sound of bones breaking and the dense sound of shaving flesh seemed like an illusion...

Chang Nian's mission was to find Tongguan in the underworld. Since she had come to the underworld, the most likely location should be 1002 on the tenth floor.

She felt that she could not stay any longer, and she would be left with a cult blueprint at the entrance of the underworld.

The terrifying feeling like a maggot attached to her bones was about to completely submerge her, making her feel wrong all over.

However, just as Chang Nian turned around, she heard an extremely shrill scream, so sharp that it pierced her soul and even her brain.

Then, there was a strange "crackling" sound like firewood not fully burning in a raging fire.

Chang Nian's body froze, her face suddenly became extremely bad, and the cold sweat that had just dried flowed down the back of her neck again.

The moment she got the blueprint just now, what she heard might be an illusion.

But now the screams and burning are definitely not illusions!

"It will be your turn soon..."

The words on the paper turned from words to sounds, and an inexplicable male voice sounded very close behind her.

The cold sweat flowed down her neck, it was a little itchy and a little cold, but Chang Nian felt something different, it might not be cold sweat, it was the ghost sticking to her ear and telling her in person.