The scroll floated in the water, as if it was subjected to a thrust from below, turned over in the water, facing upwards.

The front of the scroll was like a water pipe mouth, with water constantly pouring out, and water plants, mud and sand, small fish and shrimps drilling out on the surface of the drawing paper.

I took a step back and recognized what this wrinkled scroll was.

Crazy...

There was more water coming out of the scroll. The sound of water waves not only sounded in the room, but also came out of the scroll.

I vaguely heard the sound of the steamship whistle circling under the water in a muffled manner.

In the blink of an eye, the water in the room had reached my waist.

The Bodhisattva statue in my hand was still heating up slightly, but there was no way to stop the rising water level.

I held the statue of the Bodhisattva and hurriedly ran towards the gate.

Halfway through the difficult journey, I had to go forward by swimming.

When my hand touched the door handle, the water level had risen to my neck.

I grabbed the door handle in panic.

The door opened a crack, but it was immediately pushed up due to water pressure.

I tried several times, but I couldn't pull the door open.

The waves hit my face, caught me off guard and swallowed several times.

I coughed, and more water gushed over.

The statue of the Bodhisattva fell into the water and sank to the floor.

Something touched my body.

I waved my hand and wanted to find a way out.

The scroll floated over again at some point and wrapped around my arm.

I grabbed the drawing paper and then I remembered that this thing was the real culprit.

Just destroy it...

I tore it hard.

With just two efforts, the water level had already covered the top of my head and filled the entire room.

I can't tear the drawing paper open.

I tried my best to think that this thing was invalid waste paper, and that this thing had other functions, but it was pushed to the wall by a wave of water from the scroll.

My back hit the wall, making me open my mouth.

I drank a lot of water and drank it.

In a daze, I saw the turbid underwater space around me, including countless fish, shrimp, aquatic plants and mud.

The furniture either sinks or floats, and suddenly begins to move in the same direction.

The painting floated in the water and no longer spit out the water, but instead sucked everything around.

The table touched the drawing paper and became a pattern on the drawing paper. It continued to move, as if it was sucked into the depths of the drawing paper, gradually becoming smaller and eventually disappeared.

A whirlpool appeared in the water.

My body was sucked too.

The sofa, the little fish, and I collided.

I felt dizzy and the suffocation became stronger and stronger.

In the pain, I only had one thought of comfort:

Brother Qi... It doesn't matter... And Brother Qi...

Ultimately, consciousness is disengaged.

I floated in the water, watching the whirlpool centered on the scroll suck everything in.

The room was empty, nothing was left, and even the floor and walls were partially peeled off.

On the wet ground, there was a curly wrinkled scroll lying quietly.

The picture is blank.

Suddenly, something appeared from the left side of the screen.

That was a human face.

His eyes were half open and his body floated over the drawing paper.

There was a wave of water on the drawing paper, and something appeared on the edge of the drawing paper. Only half of the outline could be seen and entered the center of the drawing paper.

Colors appeared on black and white paper for the first time.

The blood-red color, accompanied by minced meat and bones, floats on the surface of the drawing paper.

The turbulent chaotic scene gradually calmed down, and the propeller was still in the middle, with a little red meat residue hanging on it.

Then, it rotated again.

The drawing paper seemed to be affected by this external force and was directly twisted into pieces and no longer existed.

I vomited dryly and spit out a little bit of bile uncontrollably, and fell on the windowsill.

The handcuffed hands were tensed, and I heard a sound of handcuffs. The cold metal was pressed against my skin.

Chen Yihan reached out and grabbed my wrist with handcuffs.

"Lynch, what are you going to do?" Chen Yihan asked.

"Go to find them. They're going to die... They're going to be killed..." I swallowed several times, suppressing the feeling of disgust and suffocation.

I can't be handcuffed here anymore.

I'm going to find Skinny and the others.

Chai Ying will be killed, and the skinny and the others will be killed.

The fat man is dead, I can no longer watch them die...

The thought of slackness before has disappeared now.

Chen Yihan said that everyone can die, as long as I clear everything to the end.

I have given up on myself before, thinking about how this world is like, thinking about closing my eyes, covering my ears, and thinking about everything not happening.

Whether it is me or fat people, it is an unstoppable necessity. I don’t want to struggle in vain.

But I saw such death with my own eyes...

Skinny, he still thought I could save him...

I looked at Chen Yihan and said, "Let go."

"You'd better use other methods to solve this problem. If you destroy the handcuffs and leave privately, your attitude may change. The arrangements in Morris Town..." Chen Yihan analyzed calmly.

"What if the deceased I saw was Chen Xiaoqiu?" I interrupted Chen Yihan.

Chen Yihan closed his mouth but did not let go.

"Chen Yihan, what if the deceased I just saw was Chen Xiaoqiu? She is about to die?!" I asked.

Chen Yihan looked straight into my eyes, "You can save her once, but you can't save her a second time. I have to admit that Ye Qing's method is the most suitable. If there is a need, it is acceptable to sacrifice many people and whoever they sacrifice in the process."

I stared at Chen Yihan in disbelief.

"Aren't you going to give up completely before? Now you are excited again, is it because of what I said or because you saw their death?" Chen Yihan asked back, "Since you saw it, have you thought about how to save them? Have you just stopped those ghost kings once and twice? We can't afford to fight such a war of attrition. You are the only one here who can stop them, and they have countless ghost kings who can kill us. Lynch, don't you understand? Ye Qing put everything on you because we can only choose this kind of desperate approach. Otherwise, why would those people in Qingye sit and wait for death? They are also combat power, but they chose death. Do you really don't understand the meaning of this?"

I clenched my teeth, "Of course I understand! But now, Ari and the others-"

"Ahhhhhh--"

Outside the window, screams came.

The riot broke out far away, and in addition to the screams gathered together, there were also crowds running together.

Chen Yihan and I turned around and looked over. I only saw the crowds rushing out of the streets, as if they were escaping, running wildly, and losing their minds.

The next second, I saw the black yin energy and the increasingly dark sky.

The chains kept ringing, as if the chains on everyone's souls were tensed and collided with each other, making unsettling noises.
Chapter completed!