The others were more uneasy than me. They were like ants on a hot pot. They wanted to escape, but they didn't know how to escape. They could only stamp their feet and curse.
Some people were so angry that they rushed towards the woman in red clothes floating in the air, but they were bounced back by an invisible force, asking for trouble.
In the end they were almost in despair.
I looked up at the sky.
"Maybe in a few minutes, the third thunder will come."
Everyone was even more uneasy, and everyone was shrouded in the shadow of death.
Because every time a thunderstorm comes, it means someone will die.
As for who will be hacked to death? I don’t know, it should be random, everyone is possible.
Sure enough, the third sky thunder came soon. Just like the previous situation, there was a click, and another person fell down, with black smoke coming from his body, and was chopped into black charcoal. There was a burning smell, which was irritating.
Everyone's nerves.
I roughly calculated the time and figured out that a thunderstorm would strike every fifteen minutes.
There are still six thunderbolts left, and they will all be struck down in more than an hour.
In other words, we still have more than an hour. During this time, if we can't find a way to escape, six more people will die, and the remaining people will still not survive.
this is too scary.
"Are we going to die here?" Tie Ningxiang also showed despair on her face. She actually looked at me with complicated eyes, as if she had something to say.
And I don't have time to talk to her. Even if it's not for them, for myself, I have to find a way to save myself.
But how to save yourself?
Wait, I suddenly thought of what Zhang Chi said at that time, that the Taoist nun in red met my grandfather when she was going through the heavenly tribulation. My grandfather gave her a bell and blocked a thunderstorm for her.
Although Zhang Chi's words may be all nonsense, I clearly saw that the red-dressed Taoist nun suspended in mid-air did have a bell.
A red bell hung on her waist, almost integrated with her red dress. You couldn't tell it at all if you didn't look carefully.
This shows that Zhang Chi did not completely lie to me.
Maybe my grandfather really gave the Taoist nun in red a fire bell.
The three bells on my body were buzzing just now, and I reacted because I sensed the bell on the Taoist nun in red.
I think we should open a breakthrough from here.
Just when I had a flash of inspiration and was about to think of a solution, suddenly, the sky above my head crashed, as if a big hole had been torn, and a white light shone instantly.
Everyone was so stung that they covered their eyes, and then we heard the conversation of two people coming from the torn hole in the sky above our heads.
"How's it going? Open it and take a look. The thunderstorm should have started, right?" It was an old man's hoarse voice.
"Okay, open the bag and take a look."
Then two faces poked out from the torn opening, just blocking the piercing light.
Only then did everyone open their eyes and look up.
We saw two faces appear in the sky above our heads.
The face of an old man was covered with wrinkles. He was estimated to be eighty or ninety years old.
There was also the face of a young man, and I recognized this face as Zhang Chi.
Damn it.
What's going on? How come these two faces appear in the sky above us?
The two faces stared down.
The old man's face said: "The lightning disaster has indeed begun. It has already struck three blows and killed three people."
With a relaxed face, he said: "There are a total of eighteen people inside, three are dead, and there are sixteen more. When the nine thunderbolts are finished, nine people will die, and only nine will be left. Master, the remaining nine
How to deal with it?"
The old man's face furrowed and he corrected: "No, the last one is the most powerful among the nine thunders. The eight thunders in front are going to kill eight people, so they can be said to have been overcome."
"This last step requires the three bells on the soul-stabbing master, plus the bells on the red-dressed Taoist nun, four in total. Finally, the life of the soul-stabbing master and the lives of everyone else are needed.
I can handle it."
The old man shook his head again and said: "You have only trapped eighteen people, which is too few. You should have more, so that you have a better chance of winning. But we don't have time, so let's do it."
After saying that, the two faces shrank back, and then with a crash, the torn hole in the sky suddenly closed.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Holy shit, what's going on? Aren't we trapped in another world? But why are there two faces in the sky above our heads?"
"One of the faces is that of Zhang Chi, the owner of the Malton Hotel. I recognized it."
Suddenly, the old man in ragged clothes said, "Do I know where this place is?"
Everyone's eyes were on him, including me.
The old man slowly uttered a few words: "Jialan Xumiyu."
Everyone was confused and didn't understand what he was talking about?
The old man explained: "This is the name of a Taoist artifact. To put it bluntly, it is a big bag, but there is something else inside that can create a space."
"It is said that it was originally left by Zhang Daoling, the founder of Taoism. It was originally called the Demon Collection Bag. Once the bag is opened, a suction force will be generated, sucking all the evil spirits and monsters into the bag."
"The space inside is said to be an endless wilderness that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of demons. Of course, it can also accommodate people."
"Because this artifact was too magical, it was once fought over by people in the world, causing disputes and causing a lot of trouble for the Taoist Three Mountains. Although they kept it strictly, it was eventually stolen by the Death Cult and disappeared.
No trace."
"I didn't expect to appear here today, let alone that I, old Xue Tou, would be trapped in it without knowing it. It wasn't until the two people just opened their pockets and poked their faces in that I suddenly realized it."
It turned out to be so, and everyone was surprised.
And after thinking about it for a moment, I understood that the strange phenomenon that appeared in Room 404 of the Walton Hotel, such as the ceiling suddenly disappearing into the sky and thunder rolling in the sky, was probably an illusion or other means to confuse everyone.
It is necessary to trap people into the demon bag, which is what Lao Xue Tou calls the Jialan Sumeru Jade.
The soul of another Taoist nun in red is also among them.
It turns out that the second time she is going through the tribulation, she is not going to go through the tribulation outside, but in this magical bag, because only here can the nine heavenly thunders be transferred to other people, allowing her to easily ascend to immortality.
.
That Zhang Chi is one of the masterminds behind the scenes. This man is so terrible.
I looked around again, and no wonder I felt that the mountains in the distance were still, as if they were fake. It turned out that they were just in a bag.
After figuring out where it was, everyone felt even heavier.
"So, are we really going to become cannon fodder for the female ghost in red to survive the catastrophe? We were struck by lightning into coke in a daze, and no one knew about it after we died. It's such a tragedy."
There was a lot of lamentation.
"Old Boss Xue, since you know this is in a bag, is there any way to escape?"
Old Xue Tou shook his head: "Any monsters, monsters or people trapped in the bag will have no chance of getting out unless someone outside opens the bag and lets us go."