Although it is unclear what exactly the plans of the evil spirit space are, the raiders of the Bloody Channel naturally focus on their own goals.

It is impossible for Chen Xiangyan and the others to break away from this script, even if it is the end of the fourth act, otherwise, the task of their group of people may not be completed.

"It seems that ......the script of "Tomb Robbery 2" is not a simple ordinary script, and it is very likely that getting together three snake eyebrow copper fish is a trap in itself, nine times out of ten, we have triggered a side plot, and this man who calls himself Feng Han is led by the plot we touched......"

Jeffson was a gifted child who was born with a disability and was paralyzed in his lower feet. But his mind is well developed and very precocious, and the average adult is far from being able to compare with his careful thinking.

"Is it possible to avoid possible side plots in the future? This kind of sudden, completely unpredictable new plot is likely to lead to the end of our total destruction......"

"On the surface, the script is 80% complete, but the future is still very uncertain, according to this man, we are being targeted by another organization, because we are individuals of SCP-XXX41 and have been targeted by the other party."

"This organization was not supposed to appear in the script of "Tomb Robbery", this is a complete variable, and it seems unlikely that you want to avoid the side plot!"

――After thinking for a while, Jeffson had already decided that he should convince Chen Xiangyan to cooperate with this man named "Feng Han" temporarily, of course, he didn't trust the other party from the bottom of his heart, but this person has a lot of information, and he may be able to help them in the next script strategy......

"You, you'll help us people in the next episode."

"Of course, this is the task of the Evil Spirit Space Songbu, so my companions and I will definitely do our best to complete it."

"So. Can you prove it to me? ”

Jefferson first glanced at Chen Xiangyan, and then said in a low voice: "It's good for me to be ignorant, but I think if you want to show that you are really here to help us, then at least save Shen Shen......"

"Jeffson, how can you say that?" Chen Xiangyan hurriedly spoke. She felt that Jefferson was a little speechless, which was really difficult for a strong man. After all, it's not so easy to save people.

"No, it's a good idea, and I do have a plan, but it will take some time to prepare."

Feng Han heard the implication of Jeffson's words, there is room for cooperation between the two of them, but the key is what kind of help Cheng Dù can give on his side......

"It's not difficult to rescue Shen Shen, after all, it's about a thousand survival points, five people, that's five thousand points. And every raider has to share it, even if we can collect SCP through guò to earn survival points, but this loss is still too great. ”

Feng Han's current survival value is about 10,000 points, but now he is spending a lot on survival points, whether it is the cost of auxiliary props or the acquisition of evil spirit fire, it is like a bottomless pit. …… Survival points are never enough. It's extremely difficult to save.

Therefore, it is imperative to rescue Shen Shen. Just wait for the rest of the Bloody Channel to arrive.

………………

"Damn...... Damn, damn it, damn it! ”

Professor Spollings curled himself up in the blanket, his eyes fixed on the old book spread out on the floor, an ancient book with no cover and only an inconspicuous black binding. Thrown to the ground casually.

The ancient book was blown by the wind, and when the pages were turned out, there was nothing on it, all blank chapters.

Professor Sberlins gritted his teeth as he stared at the blank chapters of the book, his eyes bloodshot.

"Don't come out. Don't come out, don't come out, don't come out, don't come out, don't come out, don't come out, don't come out, don't come out, don't come out......"

His face was haggard and pale, as if he hadn't been in the sun in days, and he muttered to himself like a wizard concentrating on chanting a spell, repeating the phrase and focusing all his attention on the white pages.

Professor Sberlings was hopeful that his "spell" would work, but alas...... The next scene shattered his expectations once again.

A little stain appeared on the originally white and clean manuscript, which was a black spot, as if it was dust, but ...... This was just the beginning, and in about ten seconds or so, the stain got a little bigger.

Even so, it is estimated that ordinary people will not pay much attention, but after another half a minute, the stain shook on the paper, became a little larger, and became a stain.

Professor Sberlings' mouth opened wide and his face became hideous.

"No!"

His mouth made a sound like a broken bellows, and the Professor's gaze was straight, staring at the spot of the stain.

After a few seconds, the stain expanded, and it writhed on the paper, dissolving into a single text.

"Why, why is it ......"

The stain, no, it was already an ink mark, it was crawling on the paper, increasing little by little.

Sberlings looked around in fear, and he found that the bottle of ink on his desk was lowering little by little, as if something had sucked up the black water.

- It's absorbing nearby ink, writing itself, damned, satan-cursed "book"!

In an instant, Professor Sberlings understood, he went crazy and screamed, rushed out of bed, he took the inkwell off the desk, and then rushed to the bathroom in the room, poured the ink down the toilet, and flushed it straight away.

(In this way...... In this way, will it be prevented from continuing to write its own history? ）

Professor Sberlins stumbled out of the bathroom, but he was quickly dumbfounded when he found that the book was still "writing" itself, and the words were coming out of the book one by one......

And the book began to emit a thick fishy smell.

"It's blood, it's blood!"

He stared at the pages and saw that the handwriting on it was blood-red, as if it had just been painted, and it was blood that hadn't dried up yet.

Sberlins' teeth began to chatter, he turned his head and let out a scream, his green iguana that had been kept for more than a year had crashed to death in the greenhouse box, the small lizard covered in blood on the tempered glass, and quickly disappeared, and then more frighteningly...... The handwriting on the book is increasing.

"It's sucking blood, it's sucking blood......"

Professor Sberlings picked up the book and rushed to the kitchen to burn it, but it was useless, and no amount of fire could destroy it.

That's right, it's a cursed book. And the qiē all originated in the afternoon of that day. (To be continued......) R1292