Chapter 70 Singing the Bloody Psalm
For the first few seconds, the water in the glass was still crystal clear.

However, with the passage of time, hair-like slender black silk gradually grew out of it.

The black silk is extraordinarily weak, like smooth and supple seaweed, floating softly in the water.

When the black silk was about to approach the bottom of the cup, the milky white beads seemed to be magnetic, and all the black silk was sucked in at once.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock and had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Sure enough, in a short while, groups of black threads quickly emerged from the transparent water.

Then all the black threads seemed to go crazy, and they slammed towards the white beads.

When they saw this weird scene, everyone stared in astonishment, their faces obviously already quite ugly.

The milky white bead finally absorbed all the black threads, calmed down, and became a dark poisonous bead.

"Ah~"

Mo Xiu watched all the movements, and sighed helplessly, reached out to take out the black bead from the bottom of the water glass, and displayed it clearly in front of his eyes.

"Presumably... Everyone has also seen that the bead has completely turned black. There may be something wrong with these foods."

"..."

Most of the people hadn't eaten since they came to the island, but now it's been almost two days, and they are already so hungry that their chests stick to their backs.

And there is no food, the consequences of this fact anyone can foresee.

The atmosphere in the entire hall could not help but become depressing.

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The night is already deep.

On the ground, there is no luster of moonlight.

Naturally, there is no bright white moon in the sky, and it is even so dark that even a single star cannot be seen.

Thick dark clouds covered the entire sky, as if filled with the oppressive feeling of black clouds overwhelming the city.

In this deep and dense darkness, there is a light moving.

The bright light of the mobile phone is particularly glaring in this deep night.

The white light reflected on Tang Xiaoqi's delicate cheeks, showing a pale color.

On the deserted cobblestone road, the sharp wind blade touched Tang Xiaoqi's pale and cold cheeks, and the dark blue pupils of the black cat contracted into weird gaps.

The wind gradually increased, as if on the cold ground, cheering and howling.

All these are combined into a weird picture, as if a lonely soul wandering in the dark is welcoming and cheering.

Demons, about to sing bloody hymns, descend from hell.

This picture made people feel chills running down their backs and dripping with cold sweat.

Tang Xiaoqi hugged Xiao Hei, and came to an ancient tree alone, which was the place where the shadow disappeared that day.

The smell of blood was no longer on the trees, and the stone floor was washed clean by the heavy rain that night.

Following the route in memory, Tang Xiaoqi successfully found the grass at that time.

Naturally, Xiao Hei did not forget the familiar place, and Mo Lan's pupils looked extraordinarily deep: "Qiqi, what are you doing here?"

Tang Xiaoqi put the phone upside down on the ground, and the light of the phone shot out from the ground like a floor lamp.

After putting Xiao Hei next to the phone, Tang Xiaoqi pulled out the rubber band on his wrist, and neatly tied up the loose hair behind him a few times.

As if a huge black hole wanted to devour everything,
Her eyes stared straight at the deep grass, and the excitement in her eyes became more and more intense.

Picking up the mobile phone on the ground, he walked quickly to the depths of the grass, and a flat and strange voice came.

"Xiao Hei, you must keep up, there may be something unexpected in it."

Xiao Hei put aside the doubts in his heart, and hurriedly opened his paws to follow.

(End of this chapter)

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