Torture Officer Xiao Jie Just Wants to Fish

At last……

"call--"

The stalker girl got out of it.

She looked around and let out a long breath.

His expression was calm, with a hint of relief.

"There's nothing to be afraid of..."

Thinking of the giant snake on the main plane before, she suddenly laughed.

I almost died under the legendary giant snake monster, but I escaped with a narrow escape.

And when facing that giant snake, he had the consciousness to wield a dagger.

These ordinary snakes and snake monsters that are much weaker than themselves...

What kind of?

Undoubtedly, she also passed this round of trials of courage.

Rose couldn't help applauding Julie.

"Great!"

At the same time, she also noticed that the situation of La Leia and Joan in the remaining two pictures was a bit weird.

First up is Laleia's side...

In front of her stood a monster that Rose had never seen or heard.

It looks a bit like the deputy head of the Fourth Army, but it's a bit uglier.

A huge, twisted mass of shadow stood there.

But that wasn't enough to make Rose feel weird.

The weird thing is...

What Lalea did to it.

The maiden didn't attack it, and didn't run away from it.

Instead, he was looking at it and slowly stroking the edge of the shadow figure while talking about something.

"Does she pass this way?"

Some doubts inevitably arose in Rose's mind.

But soon, she realized...

If that doesn't count as a pass, then it doesn't.

It's not just about facing your fears, overcoming your fears...

She even looks like she's turning her fear into interest!

What is even weirder than La Leia is the picture on Joan's side.

In the picture of this little girl, it was actually hard to tell who the person above was at first.

In fact, Rose judged that she was Joan, mainly relying on the extremely petite figure of the person in the picture.

Chapter 460: The second round of courage trials begins!

The figure of the girl in the picture has been completely engulfed by the blue flames.

Joan, literally lit up!

In the room she was in, there was only that kind of blue flame.

But Joan just sat there, letting the flames burn on him.

At the same time, as if someone had strangled her throat, she held her neck tightly with both hands.

But other than that, there was no resistance.

Just sit there quietly.

It was as if her trials were over.

Until more than ten minutes passed.

The flames in the room were extinguished little by little, and the flames on Joan's body also faded little by little.

Finally, after fully fading, Joan remained in her original position.

After dozens of seconds, she slowly let go of her hand.

"So, that's how you felt at the time."

She whispered, her tone seemed a little regretful.

Then, the magical synthetic sound rang in everyone's ears at the same time.

"'Trial of Courage', the first round of trials is over."

"While congratulating everyone for passing this round of trials, please prepare for the second round of 'Trial of Courage'."

"In the first round of trials, everyone has overcome the scene when the most feared thing in their hearts appears."

"But...that has never happened before, and it is the scariest thing in everyone's fantasy."

"Many people actually have a misunderstanding, that is, they mistakenly think that the things they have experienced are terrible, and they are not as intense as the 'fear' constructed by their own imagination."

"actually not."

"Sometimes, it's because of the actual experience that you feel incomparably terrifying."

"Then, you must have noticed..."

"Your room has a 'door'."

"Behind the door is the memory that hides your deepest fear."

"Presumably you have already experienced it from this environment."

"Whether to open the door, to experience that fear again... The decision is in your own hands."

"So……"

"The trial begins."

Before the start of this round of trials, the magic synthesizer responsible for the trials talked more than ever before.

It seems that the owner of this voice is also quite touched by this.

After this lengthy explanation, Lalea was the first to react.

She looked at the dilapidated wooden houses around and showed a miserable smile.

"Sure enough..."

"Just pick some, the worst scars to poke."

She looked at the broken and leaky wooden door.

There was a slight coughing sound from behind the door.

Lalea walked to the wooden door, and lightly touched the wooden door with her palm.

Then...

She pushed open the wooden door.

Emerging behind that door...

It is the most common sight in a slum.

On the short and simple wooden bed, the sick little girl was covered with a thin, patched and dirty quilt. Her face was flushed, she coughed from time to time, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Beside her bed, a woman who was also dressed extremely poorly and wore linen clothes, with dull eyes, was sitting with her back against her dying child, holding rattan in her hand, as if she was weaving some kind of utensil.

The woman with the numb eyes looked a lot like Lalea.

The dying little girl on the bed looked like a woman, but her hair was a rare indigo.

There is no doubt that this little girl is what La Leia looked like when she was a child.

Until now, this seems to be the epitome of the "unfortunate life of the bottom people".

Although it is quite noticeable that her princess's childhood was so miserable and poor, but there is nothing that would make La Leia particularly afraid.

This venomous girl doesn't look like a guy who is afraid of her poor past and childhood illness.

But Lalea herself knew...

The scene that frightened her was about to appear soon.

Soon, the little girl on the bed coughed violently again.

This time, because she coughed too hard, she accidentally kicked the woman sitting at the end of the bed, which was her biological mother.

And the woman was suddenly kicked by her own child, she made a mistake in the movement of her hand, and the cane was snapped off.

A piece of equipment seemed to be more than half completed, but now it was completely destroyed.

But the woman's originally numb and distressed face suddenly flashed a trace of violence.

"Snapped!"

She threw the braided bamboo strips in her hand to the ground and yelled at her sick daughter on the bed.

"How many times have I said, don't bother me!"

"Keep quiet, Leia!"

However, the daughter who used to be silent when she was yelled at did not calm down this time.

Her answer was a more severe cough.

This undoubtedly irritated the woman.

She angrily slapped the quilt girl's lower abdomen, and her firm and powerful slap hit the girl's lower abdomen with a "slap".