Weird Regulator

"Brother Tong said he would find the skin within ten minutes, but now seven minutes have passed!

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

The water in the flowerpot was bubbling, and bursts of strange white smoke kept rising, as if it were a pot of boiling water.

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

The consequence of losing too much blood was that he lost much ability to think and only felt cold.

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

Hong Fu only had a pair of underwear and a pair of socks all over his body, but now goose bumps appeared on his skin.

He was lying next to the flowerpot, his right hand hanging weakly into the pot, still continuing to bleed.

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

Hong Fu kept chanting these three words, as if this was the only way he could maintain his hope.

But there was a sudden nerve twitch, and he suddenly woke up for a moment when severe pain hit him.

"No, no, no... I can't last three minutes with such continuous bleeding!"

Hong Fu shook his head hard, and finally hit the sturdy flowerpot hard.

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

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

After doing all this, he hesitantly took out a simple wooden comb from the backpack at his feet.

Hong Fu was now in a dilemma.

If blood is not shed, the lotus leaf ghost will definitely destroy the promising plan and even kill Tongguan;

But his body could not withstand the bloodletting. If he used sinful materials to repair it, the flow of blood would temporarily stagnate.

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

Holding the sinful object in the palm of his hand, Hongfu can neither use it nor use it.

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

The blood stains on the bumped head were wiped away, but there are still small traces.

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

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

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

But now, after Hong Fu's blood was smeared on it, he had another strange impression when he looked at the picture.

The scene remains the same, the old man, the river surface, the lotus leaves, and the fishing rod.

But the vast white surface of the river turned into light red due to Hong Fu's blood, thus changing the appearance of the entire painting.

The old man sat on the lotus leaf, hanging a slender fishing rod into the red water bottom, fishing...

There was a sudden roar in Hong Fu's mind, as if a locked logical door was suddenly opened.

Bloodletting and contaminating flower pots is never a way out, so where is the real way out?

It's on this painting!

The red river surface is not just the water surface in the flower pot;

The water on the vast white river is boiling at this moment;

The lotus leaves on the river represent lotus leaf ghosts;

The old man, of course, refers to Hong Fu himself;

So, everything now is simply an abstract reproduction of this painting.

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

But now I think about it, there may be another explanation. Bloodletting is the first step in completing the path to survival!

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

The only thing missing now?

fishing rod……

Hong Fu looked at his twisted right hand. If it was abstract, then his disabled right arm was a fishing rod.

But where is the fish?

Hong Fu swallowed his saliva and stood up with difficulty, holding the flowerpot in his hand, overlooking the blood-red water.

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

Looking at it, Hong Fu said to himself anxiously:

"As long as I catch the fish underwater, the mission of the fishing boat Heye will also end. This is the way to survive..."

The turbid and strange blood made Hong Fu's paper-white face turn bright red.

With his still movable left hand, he slowly pressed down on his stiff right shoulder, raised his entire arm, and slowly stretched it into the blood.

Just for a moment, the right hand, which was shriveled due to blood loss, suddenly made a terrible "sizzling" sound.

When Hong Fu's expression suddenly became distorted, he almost fell into a pot in a daze.

And the right hand he had just reached into the water had turned into white bones in an instant, with no trace of flesh left.

This is the price, the price of survival!

Hong Fu bit his lips, endured the excruciating and continuous pain, and thrust half of his arm in with a cruel move.

"ah!!!"

Waves of low roars were released from Hong Fu's mouth hanging on the water, and a series of saliva dripped into the water.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't control it.

This flowerpot not only eroded his flesh, but also inflicted continuous torture on his soul.

Keep scraping bones, skin, and meat...

But with only half an arm, no matter how much he searched, he didn't touch anything.

The flower pot was deeper than he imagined, and it was impossible to reach the bottom at this distance.

Hong Fu maintained the last line of bottom line, lying on the edge of the basin, with his face only a punch away from the water, and inserted his entire right arm into it.

All that was left of the entire right arm was a skeleton, with a red arm connected to the edge.

Hong Fu used all his strength to stir the flower pot crazily with his skeletal hand, and the blood began to circle in a spiral shape.

His eyes were scarlet and he was sweating profusely. He clenched his steel teeth and screamed miserably:

"Tongguan, you will be sorry if you don't survive!"

…

Hong Fu's painful price was not without effect. When he executed the lotus leaf ghost rebirth, the overall situation on the other side was decided.

Tongguan has successively solved the ghosts in four major theme museums.

At this moment, only the Art and Crafts Hall on the second floor and the Painting Hall on the third floor have not yet been cleaned.

But 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, Tongguan will even have some surplus.

If nothing else, he is on the right track.

Hong Fu's screams were not clear to Tongguan's ears. He vaguely seemed to hear Hong Fu scolding him, but that was all.

In the race against time, Tongguan ignored it and hurried to the second floor without stopping.

Ding Wangshu and Jin Xi had already communicated in advance and moved to the sculpture gallery on the first floor.

This also prevents them from meeting the broken-winged angel and causing complications.

Tongguan became more and more proficient, and he visited four major theme museums one after another.

I was surprised to find that the ghost bodies were displayed in the fixed exhibition halls of all the themed museums.

Moreover, all fixed exhibition halls will be lost with the demise of the main body.

Now there are only the last two left, but Jin Xi has been stuck for nearly three minutes regarding the fixed exhibition halls of the painting museum.

You should know that Jin Xi only spent less than six minutes in the first five exhibition halls together.

The painting gallery is always the most special one.

However, since Tongguan chose to trust Jin Xi, he naturally trusted her ability, so the top priority was to get rid of the ghost in the Art and Crafts Museum.

The sound of messy footsteps sounded in the empty corridor, approaching the Art and Crafts Museum.

However, due to his severe hearing loss, he did not notice the footsteps echoing around him at all, and it seemed that he was not the only one.

However, just when Tongguan was about to push open the door of the Art and Crafts Museum, a sharp scream, carrying an incomplete distress signal, reached his ears.

"Tong... why is "...Smile" here... coming to save us..."