Bang!

As the door closed, Jiang Baimian suddenly felt the air becoming thinner.

No, it is not thin, but it is sticky, so sticky that it seems to condense into a solid body and becomes a plate that makes people unable to absorb.

Not only that, the air is still shrinking, like a pair of iron hands, to hold Jiang Baimian's throat, like layers of soil covered, to bury people.

Jiang Baimian twisted his head hard and saw the expressions of Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, and his expressions became abnormal.

Although the reaction would not be so fast in terms of suffocation, Long Yuehong seemed to have really entered a ghost story. She was pinched by someone and she became drowsy.

He struggled hard to resist, but his movements were restricted due to the "solidification" of the surrounding air.

Moreover, there was no one around him, and he didn't know what to do to get rid of the current predicament.

The most helpless thing for people is that you can't find your enemy at all.

Seeing this, Jiang Baimian suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and forced two steps to come to Long Yuehong.

She poked out her left palm and grabbed Long Yuehong's shoulder.

Then, she lifted Long Yuehong with force, and threw the teammate directly towards the stairs like throwing a shot put.

With Long Yuehong's weight, she still flew lightly.

Bang!

He hit the wall on one side of the stairs, bounced to the middle of the stairs, rolling downwards at an extremely fast speed.

As his face and back constantly collided with the stairs, Long Yuehong fell so dizzy that she was unable to stop him.

In just two or three seconds, he rolled to the corner of the stairs.

Long Yuehong was surprised to find that the feeling of being strangled to the neck was much weaker and her breathing recovered a little.

The viscosity of the air here is obviously much weaker than that of the seventh layer!

Without even thinking about why, Long Yuehong relied on instinct, experience and inertia to roll towards the stairs connecting the sixth floor.

With the sound of a joke, he finally returned to the sixth floor.

At this moment, he felt that the air around him was so fresh, so wonderful, so touching.

When Long Yuehong flew towards the stairs, Shang Jianyao took his gaze from him with regret and turned to Bai Chen.

Dingdeng!

Shang Jianyao seemed to be running with hundreds of kilograms of things, and his expression became ferocious.

Within a few steps, he had arrived behind Bai Chen.

He raised his right leg and kicked Bai Chen's butt.

During this process, he seemed to have used up his strength to feed himself.

Bai Chen "flyed" uncontrollably towards the stairs, turning into a rolling gourd, falling layer by layer down.

At this time, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao each held their breath and rushed to the stairs leading to the sixth floor.

They used all their strength, as if they were facing an invisible, powerful, ubiquitous, increasingly powerful enemy.

After spending all his efforts, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao arrived at the stairs one after another.

Then, they protected their heads and faces, and relied on the blessing of gravity to roll down.

After rolling back to the sixth floor, Jiang Baimian finally felt that the air became normal.

She stood up with a carp, looked at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen who were still dizzy and said in a deep voice:

"Go back to the room first!"

If their reaction was a little slower just now, the whole group might stay on the seventh floor in the form of a corpse.

That feeling of suffocation and that feeling of burial are getting stronger and stronger!

In the air, the feeling of suffocation remains, and four members of the "Old Tutoring Group" returned to the room where "Galibad" was located one after another.

As for the corpses of the gray-robed monks on the stairs, they didn't have time to care about it and didn't dare to care about it.

After closing the door, Shang Jianyao swept Long Yuehong with blue eyes, nose, face and face, and complained to Jiang Baimian:

"You should throw Xiaobai's."

Obviously, he wanted to kick Long Yuehong's butt even more.

Jiang Baimian said "hoosh":

“According to the group’s tactical manual, give priority to the ones closer.”

Yes, yes, I don’t want to be kicked away directly... Long Yuehong wanted to say this, but found that there were not many bruises and swellings on Bai Chen’s face. She seemed to have reacted while being kicked away and protected her head in advance.

In comparison, although he was the first to roll the stairs, although he was not yet swollen into a pig's head, he was bruised everywhere.

He didn't dare to blame the team leader for throwing it too hard, so that he didn't have time to react, so he could only helplessly complain that he was not very lucky.

At this time, Bai Chen forced the topic back on track.

She said in a deep voice:

"I feel like there are more than one person on the seventh floor."

Some people are trying to confuse the "old tune-up team" and let them enter that room; some are preventing the door from opening; some are trying to send out information; some are killing people to silence... Some of these behaviors are inconsistent with each other and do not seem to be something that one person can do.

"From the situation just now, at least two people were fighting against each other, and we were just one of the props." Jiang Baimian nodded.

She then looked at Shang Jianyao:

"But it is not ruled out that the person who is similar to Hee has a split personality, and will restrain each other in reality and fight against each other for a long time."

"I'll just say it!" Shang Jianyao looked like I had expected it.

He had previously assumed that the "response of Buddha" had ninety-ninety-one "personality".

Long Yuehong recalled:

“I remember opening and closing the door existed at the same time, and there was a clear tug-of-war.

"If it's really a split personality, can you fight directly with each other?"

This is about the same as an awakened person who can use both abilities at the same time without relying on props.

"I don't know much about this." Jiang Baimian turned his head and looked at Shang Jianyao.

Shang Jianyao answered with a little regret:

"It's not possible yet. I may be able to wait in the 'spirit corridor'."

"So, the 'personal split theory' cannot be fully confirmed, and the 'suppressed demon' has a certain possibility." Jiang Baimian said thinking, "But, this is not the point of the problem. After all, we have escaped. Then remember that no matter what, don't go to the seventh floor. The key point now is, what does the 'Home' mean in the room that is trying hard to spread?"

"Home Reproductive Medical Center in Fahh District?" Long Yuehong thought of this first.

Bai Chen nodded:

"I think it's referring to this, the one in the room who wants us to go to one of the five holy places, the Home Reproductive Medical Center, the ruins of Wasteland No. 13, where there may be some secrets he wants us to discover."

"Yes." Jiang Baimian nodded gently.

Obviously, she thought so too.

Purely in terms of words, Home is a lowland and a small island, and there is no special point. At least the "old tuner group" can't think of anything that meets the conditions.

"I'm a little bit inclined to the devil now." Shang Jianyao suddenly interrupted.

Actually, I am... Long Yuehong responded in a low voice in his heart.

Somewhere in the ruins of Wasteland No. 13 were sealed with the terrifying "demon" Wu Meng. Now, in Room 3, the seventh floor of Sikaro Temple, the man in the Houm Reproductive Medical Center, which wanted to let the "old transfer team" go to the ruins of Wasteland No. 13.

Combined with the rumors that "The Response of Buddha" suppresses a demon, it is difficult not to make people have similar associations.

But in this way, we will come to the strange conclusion that the "Buddha's Response" kills the monks in gray robe.

Before Jiang Baimian responded, Shang Jianyao asked enthusiastically:

"Do you want to go?"

"Let's talk about it." Jiang Baimian said perfunctorily, "Even if Home Reproductive Medical Center is not the same as that secret laboratory, there will be no less danger. Let's report to the company to see what prompts you can get."

After saying that, she looked around thoughtfully:

“Whenever we discuss something similar, Master Janaga seems to be not ‘involved’.

"Can his 'his heart' be disturbed?"

While speaking, Jiang Baimian looked up at the ceiling.

"Maybe." Bai Chen nodded with some clarity.

"I don't know how he did it..." Shang Jianyao looked yearning.

At this time, "Galibody" tied to the bed asked them in confusion:

"What are you talking about?"

Shang Jianyao pointed at Long Yuehong and lengthened his tone:

"We met a ghost..."

Giuseppe, who was sitting, followed Shang Jianyao's fingers and looked at Long Yuehong. He saw that his neck was red, but no fingerprints were highlighted.

Giuseppe couldn't help but shivered:

Is there really a ghost?

During a brief silence, there was a sound of footsteps in the aisle.
Chapter completed!