As Zhang Feng expected, a crisp sound appeared.

"Boom!"

"Dong dong——!"

Sure enough...the ground was empty.

Is it the kind of trap where the ground collapses and people fall into the ground?

Doubts lingering in his heart, Zhang Feng decided to find the location of the crack.

He needs to find out which side will collapse and which side will not.

This is easy, he just needs to check whether the suspected place is harmonious.

Since it is a trap, there is no way it has not been triggered before.

Then he is too unlucky to be persecuted by the system.

Zhang Feng worked hard for a long time to find it... The only thing that seemed to make him feel wrong was the table.

Want to take a gamble?

If you lose the bet, you may lose your fortune; if you win the bet, you may become so fat that you take off.

"..."

Bet on it!

Zhang Feng made up his mind and turned over to sit on the table.

He was cruel and opened the door directly.

Suddenly, there was a "boom" sound.

He widened his eyes and looked around. Except for the small area where the table was placed, he stepped on all the floors in the room.

A huge sound resounded through the sky, and all the messy things originally stored in the room fell into a deep pit.

Turning around and looking into the pit, he saw spike traps made of sharpened steel bars that would destroy everything that fell into the pit.

Countless pierced bones are still hanging on the steel bars.

The smell of blood and corpses assaulted my nostrils.

He finally understood why this place smelled so bad.

There were dozens of people who died in the trap alone.

Not to mention the smell of other possible corpses.

Damn it, this is pure hell on earth.

After thinking about it carefully, Zhang Feng could be considered as escaping from death.

If the sudden static electricity hadn't stopped Zhang Feng, he would definitely have become a person struggling on top of the spikes.

Waiting to die while wailing.

Expecting death in pain.

It's so thrilling.

This old man was still making traps in his own house, pinching and squeezing them, and almost fell into his trap.

Calm mood.

Zhang Feng looked at the open wooden door.

From the front, it looks like an ordinary small room, and there seems to be something deep in the room.

It seems...a person?

He is tied to a... scarecrow.

A "hee hee" laugh was coming from his mouth.

The sound was harsh and unbearable.

Actually locking up a crazy person?

Zhang Feng was so shocked that he kicked off his legs, got off the table and jumped into the room.

"!"

pressure!

The unparalleled pressure seemed to push Zhang Feng out of the room, hitting him all over his body.

"thump!"

Zhang Feng knelt on the ground.

He held his chest, and the strong pressure hit his chest like a heavy punch. He was forced to bend down and used one hand to knock on his lungs.

The pain was followed by a dull, breathless feeling.

I didn't want to speak, I just wanted to keep swallowing and spitting. It felt like a whole lit cigarette had been stuffed into my throat, choking and burning.

"Uh...cough cough cough." The burning sensation in his lungs made Zhang Feng cough, and drops of sweat dripped down from his forehead and the tip of his nose.

After a while, the discomfort gradually disappeared.

"Huh...huh."

He straightened his back and looked around.

The wall covered with talisman paper was full of cracks, as if something had exploded here.

The floor was a mess. Except for a huge desk standing squarely in the center, everything else was spread out on the ground.

Two sofas are stacked on top of each other, like a pair of intimate lovers. A small table, like a third person, lies on the ground with its legs facing up.

"Hi~huhu...here...here...why are there so many talismans?"
Chapter completed!