In Yang Yunfeng's memory, he is still at the time when he was walking on the street and suddenly was hit by a car.

Rubbing his head and looking at the scene that shouldn't have appeared in front of him, he suddenly shivered and shouted loudly: "Judgement of Death!"

He remembered everything and understood why he appeared in this place.

All of this is because of the death trial, and because I received a death notice, I was like this.

Although he didn't know where he was now, he knew very well that he was now on the trial of death!

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his breathing became rapid. He subconsciously raised his head: "Judge Death!? You must be you, right? Why did you judge me like this? Those people were not killed by me at all, why did you count on me!"

Yang Yunfeng was full of grievances. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that all this should not be counted on him.

Although I lied to others, I never took action! I didn’t even know what was wrong with those people? Should I blame this on myself?

Ye Chen sighed and said, "There are so many people in this world that there are so many people who die inexplicably."

Although those who were deceived by him were also unable to control their desires.

But at least those people never thought about harming anyone.

And Yang Yunfeng in the picture, didn’t he know at all what the consequences would be for those people?

No, he actually knew very well in his heart, just pretending to know nothing.

The purpose is just to calm himself down. But is it that he is not the same as those ill-gotten gains, and he is ecstatic.

Such people are actually even more hateful. They are doing some illegal and disorderly activities by themselves. In the end, they still feel very wronged and did nothing at all.

Ye Chen didn't want to say a word to him: "Judgement begins!"

After hearing Ye Chen's cold voice, Yang Yunfeng trembled all over, as if he had the strength he had when he was hollowed out, and fell softly to the ground.

He knew very well what the consequences would be for the trial of death.

The words of the Death Inquisition are tantamount to announcing his death penalty. And it will be a very painful death penalty.

Lying on the cold ground, Yang Yunfeng no longer wanted to resist. He now had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

After watching the live broadcast of Death, he knew very well what consequences would be. Instead of dying in pain, it would be better to end his life now.

A cool breeze suddenly blew in the closed room, and Yang Yunfeng was shaking with coldness. He felt his body was very cold.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a cough outside the room.

Yang Yunfeng glared and turned his head to look at the door. From his current angle, he could vaguely see the moving shadows of people from the crack below the door.

Based on the cough he had heard just now, Yang Yunfeng instinctively felt that maybe someone outside could be great, he might be able to do it.

This is purely because of his fear of death and his desire for life, just like a person who falls into the water grabs a life-saving straw.

He climbed up and listened carefully, wanting to hear what was outside the door.

"Ahem..."

Yang Yunfeng heard the sound of coughing again, and at the same time he also heard footsteps.

Obviously, there are really people outside now. In other words, his judgment just now was not wrong.

Yang Yunfeng was delighted, walked towards the door, and finally stopped in front of the door.

Now he is undergoing the trial of death, and he still feels very scared in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly heard very clear footsteps, but he felt that he was already a distance away from him.

Yang Yunfeng's first reaction was that he felt that the person outside was leaving.

Maybe that person is his last hope. Yang Yunfeng, who was thinking so in his heart, hurriedly opened the door and rushed out.

But he found that the narrow corridor in front of him was extremely dark. There was no window at all, and the light could not enter.

If it weren't for the glimmer of light emitted by the candle in the room, he wouldn't even see what was in front of him.

Yang Yunfeng, who stopped, groped on himself for a moment and took out his cell phone.

When he turned on the phone, it was the same as he thought. His phone now had no signal.

Yang Yunfeng, who had no time to think about it now, hurriedly turned on the flashlight and shone in the direction where the footsteps came.

At this time, he also saw where he was.

In front of me is a corridor, with red crosses and slogans that are not allowed to smoke on the walls of the corridor. You can tell at a glance that this place is a hospital.

Yang Yunfeng had no time to look at it carefully, and rushed towards the end of the corridor. The sound came from the end of the corridor.

Yang Yunfeng had already speeded up his speed as much as possible, but by the end of the corridor, he still saw nothing.

I don't know when the footsteps had disappeared.

A corridor without windows seems very strange at this time.

Fear spread in my heart, and Yang Yunfeng came to his senses at this time. This is a judgment of death, maybe what would happen to the footsteps.

Just now, he rushed out so desperately because he was unwilling to truly accept the arrival of death.

But now that hope is gone, he becomes extremely depressed again.

"Ahem!"

A tiny cough came again. This time it seemed particularly far away.

Yang Yunfeng's inner fear made him not rush up again this time. No one knew what would be there, maybe he was deliberately attracted to him.

Yang Yunfeng, who was at a loss, suddenly felt a cold wind blowing behind him, making him tremble with cold.

Yang Yunfeng muttered: "Damn it, why is it still so cold this season?" The reason he spoke was to dispel his inner fear.

But the next moment he found that he had thought about the problem too simply. This corridor was completely closed and even the light could not penetrate, so how could there be a cold wind?

Thinking of this, his heartbeat began to accelerate. The cold wind behind him was still blowing, but the wind became smaller and smaller.

At the same time, the wind began to concentrate constantly, blowing on his neck, as if someone was blowing the wind on his neck.
Chapter completed!