Chapter 578: Complications

"Brother Tong said he would find the skin within ten minutes, but now seven minutes have passed!

There are three minutes left, I just need to hold on for three minutes! "

The water in the flowerpot was bubbling, and bursts of strange white smoke kept rising, as if it were a pot of boiling water.

But Hong Fu's body had begun to tremble involuntarily, his face was bloodless, and his pale lips were trembling up and down.

The consequence of losing too much blood was that he lost much ability to think and only felt cold.

The whole person seemed to be in an ice cellar, surrounded by frost.

Hong Fu only had a pair of underwear and a pair of socks all over his body, but now goose bumps appeared on his skin.

He was lying next to the flowerpot, his right hand hanging weakly into the pot, still continuing to bleed.

"Three minutes...three minutes..."

Hongfu kept chanting these three words, as if this was the only way he could maintain his hope.

But there was a sudden nerve twitch, and he suddenly woke up for a moment when severe pain hit him.

"No, no... I can't last three minutes with such continuous bleeding!"

Hong Fu shook his head hard, and finally hit the sturdy flowerpot hard.

The violent impact finally brought him back from his extremely sleepy state, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down the flower pot.

Hong Fu quickly stretched out his left hand, hid the wisp of blood on his fingertips, and squeezed it into the flower pot.

After doing all this, he hesitantly took out a simple wooden comb from the backpack at his feet.

Hong Fu was now in a dilemma.

If blood is not shed, the lotus leaf ghost will definitely destroy the promising plan and even kill Tongguan;

But his body could not withstand the bloodletting. If he used sinful materials to repair it, the flow of blood would temporarily stagnate.

He could not guarantee whether the lotus leaf ghost would attack Tongguan during this period.

Holding the sinful object in the palm of his hand, Hongfu can neither use it nor use it.

However, at this moment, his eyes moved to the red blood stain on the flower pot.

The blood stains on the bumped head were wiped away, but there are still small traces.

Hong Fu was surprised to find that the pattern on the flower pot seemed to have a different feeling.

The last time I saw it up close, this was an elegant picture of an old man fishing.

The only strange thing is that this old man is sitting on a lotus leaf on the river, and the endless river surface is displayed in the form of blank space.

But now, after Hong Fu's blood was smeared on it, he had another strange impression when he looked at the picture.

The scene remains the same, the old man, the river surface, the lotus leaves, and the fishing rod.

But the vast white surface of the river turned into light red due to Hong Fu's blood, thus changing the appearance of the entire painting.

The old man sat on the lotus leaf, hanging a slender fishing rod into the red water bottom, fishing...

There was a sudden roar in Hong Fu's mind, as if a locked logical door was suddenly opened.

Bloodletting and contaminating flowerpots has never been a way out, so where is the real way out?

It's on this painting!

The red river surface is not just the water surface in the flowerpot;

The water on the vast white river is boiling at this moment;

The lotus leaves on the river represent lotus leaf ghosts;

The old man, of course, refers to Hong Fu himself;

So, everything now is simply an abstract reproduction of this painting.

He once thought that his blood was due to Fengdu's mission, so it could interfere with the lotus leaf ghost.

But now I think about it, there may be another explanation. Bloodletting is the first step in completing the path to survival!

Hong Fu's originally sluggish spirit was revived at this moment. He sat up straight and carefully interpreted the painting.

The only thing missing now?

fishing rod……

Hong Fu looked at his twisted right hand. If it was abstract, then his disabled right arm was a fishing rod.

But where is the fish?

Hong Fu swallowed his saliva and stood up with difficulty, holding the flower pot in his hands, overlooking the blood-red water.

The rising water vapor is not hot, but gives people a gentle, soft and comfortable feeling.

Looking at it, Hong Fu said to himself anxiously:

"As long as I catch the fish underwater, the mission of the fishing boat Heye will also end. This is the way to survive..."

The turbid and strange blood made Hong Fu's paper-white face turn bright red.

With his still movable left hand, he slowly pressed down on his stiff right shoulder, raised his entire arm, and slowly stretched it into the blood.

Just for a moment, the right hand, which was shriveled due to blood loss, suddenly made a terrible "sizzling" sound.

When Hong Fu's expression suddenly became distorted, he almost fell into a pot in a daze.

And the right hand he had just reached into the water had turned into white bones in an instant, with no trace of skin and flesh left.

This is the price, the price of survival!

Hong Fu bit his lips, endured the excruciating and continuous pain, and thrust half of his arm in with a cruel move.

"ah!!!"

Waves of low roars were released from Hong Fu's mouth hanging on the water, and a series of saliva dripped into the water.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't control it.

This flowerpot not only eroded his flesh, but also inflicted continuous torture on his soul.

Keep scraping bones, skin, and meat...

But with only half an arm, no matter how much he searched, he didn't touch anything.

The flower pot was deeper than he imagined, and it was impossible to reach the bottom at this distance.

Hongfu was trying to maintain his last bit of bottom line. He lay on the edge of the basin, his face only a fist away from the water surface, and inserted his entire right arm into it.

The entire right arm was left with only a skeleton, and the edge was connected to the red arm.

Hongfu used all his strength to stir the flower pot with this skeleton hand, and the blood began to spiral and circle.

His eyes were bloodshot, sweating, clenched his steel teeth, and screamed miserably:

"Tongguan, if you can't complete the life path, you will be sorry for me!"

...

Hongfu's painful price was not ineffective. When he was executing the lotus leaf ghost life path, the overall situation on the other side was already determined.

Tongguan had solved the ghosts in the four major theme halls one after another.

At this moment, only the art and crafts museum on the second floor and the painting museum on the third floor had not been cleaned up.

And now there is only one and a half minutes left before the ten-minute deadline agreed with Fang Shenyan.

However, if this speed is maintained, Tongguan will even have some left.

If nothing unexpected happens, he is on the right path.

Hongfu's screams were not clear in Tongguan's ears. He seemed to hear Hongfu scold him vaguely, but that was all.

In the race against time, Tongguan ignored it and rushed to the second floor without stopping.

Ding Wangshu and Jin Xi had already moved to the sculpture hall on the first floor in advance.

This was also to avoid them meeting the broken-winged angel and causing trouble.

Tongguan became more and more proficient. He walked through the four major theme halls.

He was surprised to find that the fixed exhibition halls of all the theme halls were filled with ghost bodies.

And all the fixed exhibition halls disappeared with the disappearance of the bodies.

Now there are only the last two left, but Jin Xi has been stuck for nearly three minutes in the fixed exhibition hall of the painting hall.

You know, Jin Xi only took less than six minutes in the first five exhibition halls.

The painting hall is always the most special one.

However, since Tongguan chose to believe in Jin Xi, he naturally trusted her ability, so the top priority was to get rid of the ghost in the art and craft hall.

In the empty corridor, there were chaotic footsteps, heading straight for the Art and Craft Museum.

But due to his severe hearing loss, he did not notice the footsteps echoing around him, and it seemed that there were more than one of them.

However, just as Tongguan was about to push open the door of the Art and Craft Museum, a sharp scream, with an incomplete distress signal, reached his ears.

"Tong... "... Smile" Why is it here... Come to save us..."