Weird Regulator

Niu Luo didn't want to leave anymore.

He did not move from this step for ten seconds.

But the strange thing is that the picture in front of you is still showing dynamic changes.

Nong Guohao's back was always half a meter away from him, and he kept moving his shoulders and pace.

The stairs are still changing, rising from the seventh floor to the eighth floor.

Niu Luo glanced ahead, but did not dare to look back.

He knew very well that once he turned around, what he saw would definitely not be Wen Yongxin's face, but the face of a stranger he had never seen before.

And as long as he sees his face, he will definitely die.

The form here is like a constantly operating machine, and Niuluo is a part sandwiched in the middle.

Even though he didn't provide power for the operation of this machine at all, he was still inside it and was being pulled forward.

The sign on the eighth floor passed by in the blink of an eye.

The ninth floor is coming soon.

Niuluo looked longingly at the upper corner, waiting for the number "9" to arrive, and at the same time he was also afraid.

His destination upstairs was the ninth floor.

Then the end point of this "machine" should also be the ninth floor.

What will be the consequences of reaching the destination?

Did the machine stop running, or was the machine completely scrapped...

The cold sweat on Niu Luo's face began to be unable to bear the weight, and it began to fall with his anxious heart.

Nong Guohao's upward footsteps were like the sound of a death knell, announcing the approach of death.

He closed his eyes tightly, grasped the railing with his palms harder, and shook violently under the high mental stress.

"No, I can't take these two paths arranged by the devil!"

The ending of reaching the ninth level is not under human control, no matter which one it is.

For Niu Luo, this is equivalent to putting his life in the hands of ghosts. This is really seeking death for the mission.

He must choose the third way.

Thinking of this, Niu Luo gained unprecedented courage and wanted to change.

He opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the railing with both hands, and jumped along the gap between the stair railings.

The third way is to jump out of this "machine".

Niu Luo's body began to lose weight, and he fell straight through the gaps between the buildings.

The scene in mid-air, with his bangs blowing in the wind, allowed him to see many numbers.

"8, 7, 6, 5..."

With this jump, he jumped directly from the eighth floor to the fifth floor.

During the emergency fall, his arms were forcibly placed on the railing of the fifth floor, freezing his body.

As he swayed in the air, Niuluo's arms were trembling, and severe pain hit his joints, causing him to almost fall again.

The creaking sound on his right arm made him subconsciously let go of his right hand, but his left hand gave more strength to barely stabilize his body.

The strong inertia dislocated his right arm, but despite this, he still managed to save himself from falling to death.

Gritting his teeth, Niuluo climbed up from the fifth floor with difficulty, collapsed on the steps, breathing heavily.

On the gray ceiling, there were patches of ashes floating, like dust particles dancing in the air.

Feeling tired and in danger, he held his sore, swollen and painful right arm, as if he could see the world spinning.

But this seems to be the right path.

After taking a few deep breaths, he knelt on the ground and was about to get up.

However, when he was about to straighten up, he saw a pair of feet facing him, moving upwards.

The feet were large, like those of an adult male, and they were not wearing shoes. There were still some blood stains on the big female toenails.

It kept walking towards Niuluo, but no matter how it walked, it kept a distance of half a meter.

Niu Luo's face became more and more ugly. He didn't dare to raise his head, because he could see a face when he raised his head from this position.

"Still wrong? Am I going to dig my eyes out!"

He turned around silently and saw another person with legs facing away from him, also heading upwards.

Everything is back to where it started.

Niu Luo held his dislocated right arm, sweat soaking all the clothes behind him, but he was unable to do anything.

"What kind of dead end did I trigger?"

By now, he had thought about all the clues he could think of, including all the details after the mission started.

He has even begun to follow Li Yi's theory and actively imagine the harmless situation of ghosts waiting for cars.

But none of this works.

The ninth floor was waving to him, gradually approaching, even if he didn't move at all.

Niu Luo was at his wits' end. In a supernatural incident with such few clues and weirdness, he had reached his limit.

Now he must place all his hopes on a miracle happening after reaching the ninth floor.

Looking at the number 9 that had passed by before and was now approaching again, Niu Luo's heart was beating wildly and he slowly took out a dagger from his bag.

"0910 is a new farmhouse. He wanted me to go there. Maybe there will be changes there."

He was ready to close his eyes and rush in as soon as he reached the ninth floor.

First get rid of these two things that are either human or ghost, and then look for a way to crack them.

Nong Guohao's back began to walk towards the corridor on the ninth floor, and Niu Luo's heart began to lift.

This will be the first time he reaches the ninth floor, and it will also be the moment he witnesses the ending.

When one foot stepped on the ninth floor platform, a thin layer of dust seemed to be kicked up.

Then the scene in front of Niu Luo changed drastically.

The field of vision that was not originally wide suddenly felt enlightened, and dazzling rays of light came from all directions and were projected in front of his eyes.

Niu Luo subconsciously covered it with his hands and could barely see some light sources, but they were not real.

As he gradually adapted, he saw countless black figures like sculptures, surrounding him in the center.

There were countless black figures, their hands hanging on their trousers, all facing him.

With their numerical advantage, they kept squeezing his foothold and forcing him to retreat.

Niuluo shed two lines of tears in pain. In his blurred vision, he subconsciously waved the dagger in his hand to prevent them from approaching.

But this is obviously useless.

Finally, when he saw these black figures clearly with tears in his eyes, his breathing stopped and his blood ran cold.

The heads of these black figures are all covered with mirrors.

The light source was reflected from the mirror and hit Niu Luo's face.

The mirrors in all directions seemed to be paved with no dead ends, leaving Niu Luo in the center nowhere to hide.

Countless mirrors were pointed at him, and countless faces appeared.

Niu Luo saw the face, but he didn't have time or the courage to dig out his eyes.

All the mirrors began to shatter, and with ashes floating in the air, a fragment cut into his neck.

Before he died, he used his last breath to shout a name, which was the last person he saw during his lifetime.

"Wen Yongxin, where have you been?!"