Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

A dull loud noise interrupted the conversation of the four people, and the sound of the elevator pulley became clearer.

The elevator started to fall at a high speed!

Professor Xia stood up suddenly. The sudden change made him dizzy and almost fell to the ground again.

A thin figure quickly flashed beside him and pressed the elevator button.

But without inserting the employee card, the elevator is not controlled by the floor buttons at all.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. Even though the elevator was slow and leisurely, the speed of descent was terrifying.

If this continues, Xiao Du will either be crushed into a puddle of flesh in the elevator, or die from falling from a high altitude.

Chu Yao concentrated his energy. This place was deep underground, and the spiritual energy and evil energy were equally thin, making it extremely difficult to gather energy.

However, she had no choice.

"You..." Zhou Weiqi just said one word and then suddenly closed his mouth.

Chu Yao seemed to have a plan to deal with it. Although he wanted to know what it was, it was definitely not a wise choice to disturb her now.

He seemed to see a light green breeze blowing in the air, with a refreshing coolness, blowing in front of him.

That air flow penetrated into the crack of the elevator door. Chu Yao was glad that he had the Sky Eye, otherwise he would be really helpless.

She had never seen the internal structure of the elevator, and she had no time to hesitate now. She controlled her spiritual energy and directly grabbed the rope of the elevator.

It works!

The elevator suddenly paused, then continued to slide downwards, but its speed slowed down significantly.

Chu Yao seemed to have been pushed by something. He staggered and almost fell on the elevator door.

Zhou Weiqi and Ling Feng on the side quickly grabbed her, and after trying hard, they discovered something strange.

It was as if they were tug-of-war with a strong man. Even though he exerted all his strength, Chu Yao's body was still moving to the other end.

Both of them are quite strong, and Ling Feng has learned leg and foot skills since he was a child. His lower body is very stable, but it is also very difficult at this moment.

After all, Chu Yao is not really a straw rope, but a living person.

There is still too little spiritual energy, and it is impossible to rely solely on that thin spiritual energy to drag an elevator of more than a ton.

"Bring the knife!" She turned her head, and the determination in her eyes shocked Professor Xia.

Professor Xia quickly took out a knife and handed it to Chu Yao. He asked eagerly: "What do you want the knife for?"

"Cut open the index finger of my right hand."

"what?!"

Professor Xia was stunned for a second, and Chu Yao had to urge him: "Quick!"

Her left hand is in a holding position, and it is difficult for several fingers to unfold from the clenched state. The right hand has standard sword fingers, with the index finger and middle finger both raised.

Professor Xia's hand holding the knife was trembling. He closed his eyes and felt cruel. His fingers were already stained with warm blood.

When he opened his eyes again, he couldn't believe what he saw.

Red liquid spurted out from Chu Yao's fingertips, but it did not drip on the floor. Instead, it floated up like a red thread.

"How is it possible...how is it possible...am I hallucinating..."

Why does blood have its own consciousness?

Before he could blink, a huge red frame suddenly appeared in mid-air, as if someone was writing with a pen, quickly adding mysterious and mysterious characters.