This aura is deadly

Workers' rest area.

The sound of turbulent water came from behind the gray wall. Various barrels and broken statues were piled in the corridor. It was rare to see any monsters, if not counting the white six-legged cat that came out just after opening the door.

Richter became cautious this time and no longer walked carelessly in front. After closing the door behind him, he blocked the door with a bucket next to him. It seemed that he was afraid that the white six-legged cat would come out and attack again.

Chen Ke secretly thought that it was a miracle that someone with a character like Richter could survive to this day while working as a demon hunter.

The workers' rest area lived up to its name. It was just a wide corridor. There were rooms similar to dormitories on both sides, but there were no doors. I don't know if they were rotten or if they didn't exist in the first place. These were not the important points. The two of them walked quickly through this area. The not-so-big area comes to the end.

"There is no road here, it's a wall." Chen Ke looked at the bare gray wall in front of him and looked at it with his spiritual vision, but found no clues.

"Take out your cup, Klein." Richter said.

He took out a dark green stick-shaped adhesive substance from his coat pocket and smeared it on the wall. The green adhesive looked like a consumable product, leaving a layer of light green water on the gray wall. trace.

"What is this?" Chen Ke asked, taking out the dirty golden cup.

"I call it an eraser. It can erase the little blind tricks of the vampires." Richter wiped hard, erasing a vertical area as high as a person on the wall.

This area was covered with light green water and gradually changed. A mottled small platform suddenly appeared. On the small platform, there was a bronze statue of a woman, or in other words, a statue of a female monster. The body was plump. She is a woman, but her head is split into four petals, and several venomous snake-like heads stick out.

One look at the movement of the statue showed that something was missing. It knelt on the platform and made a gesture of holding something with both hands. The size was just right to put a cup in it.

"Put it in and take a look." Richter said.

Chen Ke glanced at Richter, then stepped forward. After hesitating for a moment, he still placed the cup in the hands of the statue. The statue held the golden cup steadily, and it looked very matching in terms of posture, size and material. .

"Sure enough, it was taken from here..." Chen Ke said secretly.

"Okay...everything is ready...come and see what happens." Richter backed away slowly, holding the shotgun in his hand.

Chen Ke was indifferent and stood watching.

"Hey...be careful." Richter reminded.

"I didn't notice any difference, there was no movement at all." Chen Ke shook his head. He didn't feel a trace of murderous intent, didn't see half a human figure, and didn't notice any hidden secret door in this corridor.

"Maybe it's not just as simple as placing a cup." Richter also tried to get closer to the statuette.

The two groped around the small statue for a while, but found nothing suspicious. Chen Ke took the golden cup away from the statue and put it back again, but there was still no reaction.

"Is there something wrong with the contents of this cup?" Chen Ke thought, hesitated for a moment, tilted his hand, and poured out the disgusting liquid in the cup.

Wow…

The foul-smelling liquid poured onto the ground and spread in all directions along the cracks in the floor.

"I hope the cleaners here won't trouble you," Richter said.

Chen Ke put the cup back into the statue's hand. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from his mind.

"Full of red joy, qualified to contribute..."

The voice was neither male nor female, as if there was a demon whispering behind Chen Ke. He turned around suddenly and saw nothing.

"What?" Richter saw Chen Ke's sudden reaction and unconsciously held the shotgun tighter.

"This cup may need to be filled with something to open the door." Chen Ke said.

"How do you know?" Richter frowned.

"This is what is written in novels." Chen Ke said perfunctorily.

"Then...I guess it's not ordinary blood." Richter said.

"What do you think...? Why don't you give it a try?" Chen Ke made a gesture of invitation.

"I drank the magic potion and it healed me. Let me try." Richter said, pulling out a small dagger from his thigh and making a cut on his wrist. The red blood flowed into the golden cup. .

The cup seemed to be breathing. Chen Ke felt that the cup in his eyes was bulging rhythmically, just like a person's stomach rising and falling due to breathing. Moreover, no matter how much Richter's blood flowed, it could not fill the cup. It seemed that the blood could not fill the cup. Drink from the cup.

"Fuck... I'm going to be fucking anemic... This cup..." Richter's face turned pale. He relied on the potion to have a short-term self-healing ability, but the bleeding speed was faster than his self-healing speed, which was a bit... Too much to take.

"Hold on a little longer..." Chen Ke comforted.

After a minute, Richter couldn't hold on anymore and gave up. In order to prevent the wound from healing, he made a few more cuts, which caused the blood to be sped up. This made him a little exhausted and he leaned crookedly. He sat down by the wall.

"Huhu... I need to take a rest..." Richter said, his voice was weak, his eyes were closed, and he looked hollowed out.

The blood in the cup slowly bottomed out, and finally there was no trace left. Chen Ke clearly heard a sound that sounded like swallowing.

"Let me give it a try..." Chen Ke rolled up his sleeves and a blasphemous dagger appeared in his left hand.

"That's not a good idea...that cup is a bottomless pit..." Richter shook his head.

"Maybe we just didn't fill it up." Chen Ke said solemnly, and cut his own pulse point with a blasphemous dagger.

"You haven't healed yourself..." Richter dissuaded.

A cut was made on Chen Ke's wrist. A little red blood flowed out, but the skin was still intact.

"Fuck...you are also a professional? So young?" Richter said.

"I am not the Lord of Mysteries." Chen Ke said.

"It doesn't matter. No wonder you haven't been afraid. You can heal yourself." Richter's voice became a little more normal. He stood up holding on to the wall. It seemed that the speed of self-healing was not too slow.

"Let me fill it up." Chen Ke inserted the blasphemous dagger directly into his wrist, turned the handle, and then did not pull it out again. He had been suffering enough fatal injuries to make Chen Ke's pain tolerance The strength has become stronger, and this level is just a frown.

The blood surged like a spring, slowly tilting into the golden cup. Just like before, the cup greedily sucked it in, showing no sign of being full. Chen Ke's self-healing speed filled up the lost blood almost instantly, but The world residence time in the upper right corner of his vision was also passing rapidly at a rate of 3 minutes per second. Chen Ke secretly pinched two souls to fill up the time, and the upper limit was extended to 300 hours.

"This bleeding speed...can you hold on?" Richter stood aside, feeling a little anxious as he looked at Chen Ke's wrist like a faucet.

Chen Ke didn't answer. He stared at the cup, watching the blood being swallowed up.

After three minutes of blood bleeding, Chen Ke saw the blood in the golden cup begin to rise in the next second. After a while, it was filled.

He pulled the knife out of his wrist, and the wound healed instantly. At the same time, the statuette slowly backed away holding the book, and a corridor leading to the unknown emerged on the wall.