Watch Out! Danger Ahead

　　 "Ten, nine, eight..."

　　 The massive and rapid blood loss caused Song Qing's consciousness to become blurred. She thought of her mother. Many forgotten scenes appeared in her mind. The weird countdown continued: "Six, five..."

　　 "Four..."

"three…"

　　 She moved her fingers, her mind was about to lose consciousness, her body lost consciousness, and the sound of rain in her ears disappeared, except for the beating sound of the heart's ‘boom’, mixed with countdown sounds, "two..."

　　 She still doesn't want to die. She has just graduated and finally found a job that can make ends meet. She has just worked for a day.

　　 Luckily survived the trouble on the first day, she didn't want to die silently in this alley.

　　 After the rain ceases tomorrow, if someone passes by, they may not take a second look at her body!

　　 Have you entered the trial of God? She exhausted all her strength and moved her lips, the rain rushed into her mouth, mixed blood dripping down her chin, the desire to survive overwhelmed the fear of death, "Yes..."

This idea just came to her mind. The next second she moved her finger lightly, and what she caught was no longer a cold and wet stone road, but a smooth floor. She was no longer in the shadowy little that made her dead. Lane, there seemed to be others around, she heard heavy breathing!

　　 "Welcome to God's trial space!"

　　 Song Qingxiao took a breath, sat up all of a sudden, opened his eyes!

There were several people sitting or standing beside her, all of them turned their heads to look at her with horror. There were no violent storms, no dark alleys, and the singing that she heard before she was about to die no longer existed. She couldn't care about it. Looking around, he subconsciously reached out to touch his neck.

　　 Before losing consciousness, she was punched through a hole in the throat. She still remembers the feeling when the dagger was inserted into the body.

　　 Song Qingxiao's face was pale, when her hand touched her throat, it was smooth and flat, there were no wounds, and she was breathing smoothly.

　　 The previous scene of her being killed was like a nightmare. She raised her arm and still had blood on her left hand, which proved that what happened before was not her insanity.

　　 "Where is this and what is going on?"

　　 She muttered to herself, her body was shaking, and the people around her looked at her with a little fear in their eyes.

　　 All this happened beyond Song Qingxiao's original cognition, but she guessed that it was inseparable from the voice that had appeared in her mind earlier.

　　 Song Qing Xiaoqiang calmed down and got up with her hands on the ground. Perhaps she had only experienced a crisis before, which made her instinctively wary of this unfamiliar environment.

　　 She noticed that this place is a bit weird, surrounded by gray mist, leaving only an empty space of about 30 square meters, other than that, there is no decoration.

　　 There were about seven or eight people beside her, all far away from her, watching her warily.

　　 "Where is this place?"

　　 It can be seen that everyone is a stranger, and they have left a distance from each other. There are males and females, and they are of different ages.

　　 A young woman wearing a red dress, stepping on high heels and holding her **** with her hands drew her hair and said uncontrollably, "Who are you? How did you come here?"

　　 Everyone glanced at each other, and did not say anything to the stranger at the first time.

　　 The woman's gaze swept across everyone in this open space, and finally fell on Song Qing Xiao who entered this space at the latest.

Her appearance is the most scary. She is wearing a wet dress, her chest and sleeves are covered with dark brown blood, her hair is messy, her face is white as a ghost, her lips are not bloody, she looks down and out and disgusting, like Something big happened just now.

　　 It can be seen that Song Qingxiao is not a person from a good background. When the woman's eyes fell on her, she was similar to those around her, a little nervous, but also a little disgusting and contemptuous.

　　 "Newcomer, who are you? What is your name and how did you come here?"

　　 The woman looked at Song Qingxiao and asked several questions in a row. As she spoke, everyone stared at Song Qingxiao, waiting for her to answer.

In fact, Song Qingxiao herself has not figured out her current situation. When asked by a woman, she did not answer honestly. What happened tonight made her alert to the highest level. The strange environment and strangers around her were even more alert. Make her nervous.

　　 She also followed other people's ways, found an open space slightly far away from others, curled up, some people were already waiting impatiently, and asked sharply:

　　 "Didn't you hear it?"

The speaker is a sturdy man, wearing a tight-fitting vest, showing a large tattoo on his arm, a bit fierce, and clenched his fist when speaking. In this space, everyone seems to be the most vigilant towards him. He is far away.

Song Qingxiao was still breathing heavily. The feeling of being stabbed by a dagger had left her with serious sequelae. The feeling of being unable to breathe was like a shadow. Although the wound on her neck had disappeared strangely now, she Still under great influence, I raised my chin and stretched my neck while breathing, making a loud noise:

　　 "My name is Song Qingxiao, I don't know how to get here, I feel strange."

　　 She did not mention the mysterious voice that appeared in her mind, nor did she mention the words ‘God’s Trial’. When everyone heard her, they seemed to have no doubt.

　　 The first woman who asked the question only looked at the blood on her body, and was obviously curious about what happened before she entered here.

This kind of reaction proves that all the people who came into this space should have come all of a sudden. For some reason, everyone may have received a prompt to enter the'Trial of God'. Inexplicably enter this space.

Judging from the clothing and dressing of everyone, they looked like the woman who asked the first question in a formal dress, and some dressed like a middle-aged man with a short stature in the distance. Before everyone came to the'Trial of God' , Should all be doing different things at different times and in different places.

Song Qingxiao has not yet figured out the reason why she was able to enter this trial, nor has she figured out the purpose of this trial, but she is introverted and is not a person who likes to be pushy. After answering a woman’s words, she closed it. Mouth, while the audience is speaking, they are also quietly observing the people in the space.

She counted. There are nine people here, including herself. In addition to the questioning woman and the fierce sturdy man, there is also a short and fat man about forty years old. Next to him is a gentleman with glasses. On the other side, there are two young men and women with green eyebrows. In the east corner sits a woman with a slightly plump body in professional attire. She is about two meters away from her with her arms around her chest, frowning her brows, and wearing a white dress. Young male doctor in gown.

"It seems that everyone came here by accident." The middle-aged man wearing glasses flashed his eyes, and pushed the frame: "Although I don't understand why it appeared here, since we are here, we have to figure it out. Know where this is and how we came here."

　　 He put his hands on the ground and stood up: "I suggest that in a place like this, everyone should sit in a circle and introduce and understand each other to get familiar."

　　 As soon as the man's voice fell, the fierce man snorted:

　　 "What are you, why should everyone listen to you?"