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Chapter 672 The Round Table and the Twelve Knights (85)

I feel like I'm stuck in a fog, I don't know where I am, and I don't know what to do.

The body seems to feel very heavy, but the head is very, very painful.

It hurts like it's about to burst.

Where am I?

What's wrong with me?
Si Jiu was full of confusion and panic.

She doesn't want to be in this place, she wants to leave.

But I can't see anything, and I don't know if one step forward will lead to an abyss.

Why do I have to go through this?
why me?
'Why do not you go to hell? '

'Why don't you die—'

'Die, die and be free—'

The whispers are at it again.

Si Jiu really wanted to squat down with his head in his arms, but he couldn't bear to think that he was getting weaker and weaker.

She bit her lips tightly, "I don't care what kind of monster you are, I'm not afraid of you."

"I won't be fooled by you."

"You shut up. Shut up!"

The voice suddenly became louder, as if countless people were speaking against her ears.

'Go to hell!go to hell!go to hell--'

'Look, there is a beautiful knife in front of you.see that?Isn't it beautiful?

What a beautiful work of art!Yes, pick it up, stick it on your skin, close to the blood vessels, you only need to press lightly, and you won't feel too much pain...'

[Daddy...no...wake up...too late...don't listen...be careful...mirror—]

The sound stopped abruptly.

This immature and soft voice is completely different from the voices that incited her to die, not only the words are different, but also the intimacy it gives to the bartender is unique.

Si Jiu jerked violently, and the fog in front of him stirred violently as if frightened.

Si Jiu had a splitting headache, dizziness, and even heard a few 'clicks' in his mind, as if something had really split.

She took a sudden breath as if she had been short of oxygen for a long time and then suddenly got oxygen, and then woke up.

But Si Jiu, who just woke up, was so frightened that he almost held his breath.

She found that this was a very spacious living room. She was sitting on a high-backed chair, which was in the center of a large round table, and a circle of chairs were placed around the round table. At this time, all the chairs were empty. However, on the table facing each chair, there was a cup of steaming tea quietly placed.

Si Jiu's heart beat very fast, a very abnormal speed.

She counted and found that there were exactly 12 chairs.

In this scene, there is a sense that she is the food, waiting for her impending fate of being eaten.

"Wang Zirui..."

Only when she shouted did she realize that her throat was tight, which was caused by too much nervousness and fear.

She was still so weak that it was impossible for her to stand up and leave the chair, or even pinch herself to see if she was dreaming again.

"What the hell are you up to? You come out. Come out—"

No one answered.

Her voice even produced an echo-like vibration in this too empty hall.

This only added to her panic.

Just when Si Jiu was on the verge of collapse again, a soft light suddenly appeared on a chair in front of her, and then, a mirror appeared in front of her out of thin air.

In the mirror, Si Jiu's appearance at this time was reflected.

She sat weakly on a high-backed chair, wearing a long snow-white dress, and looked over in panic, with fear and anxiety on her face.

But soon, Si Jiu noticed that her expression in the mirror had changed.

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(End of this chapter)