Feng Luo even faintly had an indifferent attitude, as if he had been accustomed to it, "The original owner is dead. But now he is alive. So you are in a condensed state of soul."

"Hehe." Ran Bai snorted, and she looked indifferent. She could piece together her current image from the ground in the room, which was obviously broken by someone.

He was covered in red clothes stained with blood, his long black hair half covered his pale face, and the blood slowly dripped down his slender and cold fingertips. In this quiet, dark and small room, it made a "tick, tick" sound like a rhythmic sound.

Like a symphony of death.

Ranbai felt that if he had this influence at midnight, he would have been particularly successful.

Spiritual state.

The girl tilted her head lightly, and the pale and gloomy girl also tilted her head in the reflection in the broken mirror.

Ranbai smiled slowly.

She stretched out her hand to touch the window that was nailed to death with nails. It seemed that this person must have been very frightened when doing this. The force of the attack was particularly strong, and there were traces of being hit around him.

Not surprisingly,

Penetrated.

The pale and slender hand, like a touch of the air, easily passed through the iron bars and windows.

Ranbai blinked his long eyelashes, and with a thought in his heart, he took his hand back, and then passed it over again.

Unsuccessful.

But there is no pain.

This is the result of Ranbai using the power of the dark soul to condense the spirit body.

"Is this the so-called world of punishment?" Ranbai smiled slowly.

"Yes, host, you are here to punish the world for the first time. If you are lucky, maybe we will come to this world for thousands of years and tens of thousands of years." Feng Luo said casually, and it jumped out of the system space. The cat, whose cat's eyes were ice blue, were clean and transparent, and it was incompatible with this sealed room covered with dust and smell of corruption in the air.

"After entering the world of punishment, you only need to ensure that you are alive and successfully complete the task." Feng Luo explained: "In fact, the overall task will not change. The main line is still to obtain hatred value, but the danger index has increased."

"If you do it very quickly by host, maybe we can go to the dark..." At this point, Feng Luo paused slightly, swallowed the next words, and continued: "I'll send you a background. This time there is no subject background, it's just a preliminary outline of where you are in the host."

Slum No. 42.

A... can be called a large prison.

None of the people living here lives here who is vicious and has countless blood stained on his hands.

A place full of darkness that is endless, wantonly plundering, fighting, and using any means without any bottom line.

And outside the slum No. 42, it is a small world and a paradise for the superiors.

A paradise in the eyes of others, which is as luxurious as a dream, powerful, powerful, and extremely decadent as a dream, and is made up of a paradise.

A place of bliss.

It is a place with a sharp contrast and contrast with Slum No. 42.

Call it,

The world of magic dreams.

People who are in the Demon Dream naturally have different levels, which is an absolute system.

A place with distinct and cruel systems.
Chapter completed!