In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win numbness

It's not easy for the players to form a team at this moment, so they can only seize the time to exchange eyes frantically.

After smiling and saying hello, everyone was held tightly by their parents, pretending to be pious, and walked towards the colorful windmill.

Strange to say, the windmill is clearly very close at hand.

Bai Yu and Bai Mama walked for a long time, but found that it was still far away.

"Mom, how long do we have to go?" Bai Yu tugged at the corner of Mama Bai's clothes and asked in a low voice.

Mother Bai squeezed her little hand, glanced at the surrounding environment, and said softly:

"Baby, come on, hold on a little longer."

The mother and daughter followed in the footsteps of others and continued to walk forward silently.

Walking and walking, everyone seemed to have entered a new illusion of time and space.

The people around are still there, but for each other, other people's voices have completely disappeared.

It's like a dynamic picture frame by frame, slowly flowing past me.

The sky darkened a little bit.

The floral and green grass scents are also gone.

What caught the nostrils was a rotting smell mixed with dead plants and animals.

The smooth and hard ground also began to be somewhat undulating and soft.

The soles of the feet felt like they were stepping on a piece of fat.

With the sudden change in the painting style, Bai Yu felt the temperature around him drop rapidly, and the hairs on his arms stood upright.

The thin and small body unconsciously leaned against Mama Bai.

Mother Bai seemed to have been prepared for a long time, she took out a sweater from the simple backpack on her back, and put it on for Bai Yu.

Added another thermal vest for myself.

"Don't be afraid baby for a while, Mom will be by your side." After Bai Mama finished speaking, she got up and took Bai Yu, and continued to walk forward.

The huge windmill finally appeared in front of my eyes.

But it has also changed.

Looking at it, Bai Yu couldn't help but secretly took a deep breath:
As Luo Ye and the others described, the colorful wind leaves all turned into black eyes with blood bubbling out.

Bai Yu didn't know if it was her eyes dazzled, she even saw it, the eyes were covered with wrinkles and fine lines that only belong to human beings
The seven eyes turned slowly like that, blood splashed from the eye sockets, and the dark eyeballs emerged from the thick blood plasma, looking down greedily and gloomyly at the people standing at the foot of the windmill, as tiny as ants.

Looking down, the windmill pole is slender and long, like a mutated human neck, growing straight on a black stone house with a rotten smell and a sticky luster.

As the surrounding environment changes, the green lawns and roads around the windmill gradually disappear.

Instead, there are white paper pinwheels stretching as far as the eye can see, and three uniform cemeteries separated by large, medium and small tombstones.

Gusts of light wind with a strong and rotten smell came out of the cemetery, and everyone shuddered involuntarily.

Although they couldn't hear each other's voices, the faces of most of them were filled with the horror and fear of suddenly being in the cemetery.

The style of painting is too dark.

Bai Yu pretended to shrink back, and took the opportunity to glance up at Mama Bai.

There was no such horror and fear on her face, but her brows were furrowed tightly, and her dry lips were also tightly pursed.

She held her daughter tighter, as if she was afraid that she would be abducted by some ghost suddenly in the next second.

"Susususu!"

"Susususu!"

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In the dark night, the white paper windmills standing in the boundless cemetery, under the breeze blowing, cut through the silence, and eerie resounded around.

In the dark night sky, a scarlet full moon slowly hung high...

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