As he continued to deepen, Wang Xiaoming felt that he had come to some strange vampire castle.

The overall style of the scene in the Secret Curry is gloomy and dark, with dense columns covered with gloomy and weird styles. Each column seems to be carved with a girl's relief tied to the word "big" by chains.

The relief seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. With the breeze brought by Wang Xiaoming's walking, the gauze on the relief was rising and falling. Under the dim firelight, the woman's undulating figure appeared faintly.

"What are you doing in this ghost place? Ordinary treasure houses should be filled with gold, silver and jewelry..."

Wang Xiaoming blinked and was about to approach and observe.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Suddenly, a few strange sounds sounded in this deep and strange secret library.

"Depend on!"

Wang Xiaoming was startled, his body was full of cold light, and his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Bang!"

It was not until he bumped into the door of the secret library behind him that Wang Xiaoming realized that the door of the secret library that had been opened had been closed again without realizing it.

"As a result..." Wang Xiaoming felt cold in his heart, and he quickly turned around and groped on the door.

After a moment, his face became cold and the smooth door fitted closely with the surrounding walls and floors. Even a trace of light could not be revealed, and there was no place to insert the key.

"Bang!"

He kicked the door hard, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Damn it, this breakout cannot be opened inside..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"I hope there is another way out..." After venting at the door for a while, Wang Xiaoming pulled out a torch from the wall and held it in his hand and continued to walk into the secret warehouse.

"Da da da da!"

Wang Xiaoming's footsteps were extremely harsh in the closed secret library.

As the distance approached, under the fiery red light, the relief figure on the pillar became more and more strange in Wang Xiaoming's eyes.

"Is it because I was dazzled, why did I just see the relief on the pillar moving?"

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his eyes hard, stretched out his arms and raised the torch in front of his body and shook it around.

It was soon discovered that all the figures on the pillars had some indescribable sense of charm, as if they were a group of poor girls who were cursed and petrified, quietly waiting in the dark for the arrival of their terrible vampire masters.

"Bah, it's mysterious..." Wang Xiaoming mumbled a few times and then moved closer to the pillar.

Rows of black catheters like vines fell from the ceiling above their heads and connected to the girl's mouth and body. Under the dim firelight, the girl seemed to be completely connected with the gloomy pillars behind her, looking like strange and perverted Ukiyo-e from the Fushima District.

"Yeah..."

The scorching torch approached seemed to awaken the vitality of the relief. The relief, which was originally motionless, suddenly trembled and made strange screams.

"Damn, it's really this ghost relief that is making a sound..."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the relief of his eyes closed, his face was covered with pink and white, his eyebrows were all but his lips were blood-red, and his relief was speechless.

"Ahhhhh..."

After discovering Wang Xiaoming approaching, the relief on the pillar made a strange scream. Suddenly, the strange eyes opened, his face was frightened and distorted.

Although the figure of the relief girl is looming under the fire, in Wang Xiaoming's view, these guys with dark and distorted faces are more like imprisoned Shura evil spirits in hell.

"Ghost!"

The sudden stimulation scared Wang Xiaoming, and the torch in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Dang thump..."

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously took a few steps back and couldn't help but approached curiously. At this time, he had already discovered something was wrong.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

After careful observation for a while and confirming that there was no danger, Wang Xiaoming reached out and touched the embossed face, as if he was sensing the temperature.

"Uh, it's warm, it seems like a human..."

As Wang Xiaoming approached and spoke, the bound girl seemed to find that a stranger was coming, and she suddenly let out a strange cry of unknown meaning: "Jijijijiji..."

"What the hell are you calling?" Wang Xiaoming's heart moved, and poked the relief face a few times, then suddenly pulled off the sound-blocking ball connected to the catheter from the girl's mouth.

"Ahem cough cough..."

After the mouthball in his mouth was removed, the relief girl coughed hard a few times and shouted at Wang Xiaoming in horror: "Save... life!"

"Damn, you're really a human..."

Wang Xiaoming blinked as he said disappointed. He originally thought that this was the latest model of magical daily necessities, and was planning to take a few home as a spoil...

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's disappointed look, the relief girl screamed in even more horror:

"Brother, help me, please save us..."

"Brother, please, okay..."

"We, we are all good people, we were all deceived by Ma Long and locked up here!"

After hearing the relief girl begging for a while, Wang Xiaoming came back from his disappointment - this real person seems to be good, too?

"You seem to be completely stuck on the pillar, which makes it difficult for me to deal with?"

Wang Xiaoming reached out and groped on the pillar behind the relief girl for a while, then removed all the catheters inserted into her body.

“Um…”

At this time, the girl in relief also felt something was wrong. She pulled the chains hard and crackled, and the sound changed a little: "No, I didn't get stuck in the pillar. Please help me open the chain on my hand first, I can definitely come out!"

"Uh, okay, I'll try it!" Wang Xiaoming looked at the horrified expression on her face and felt a little reluctant. He grabbed her wrist and chain with both hands and pulled it hard.

"ah……"

It seemed that because Wang Xiaoming pulled too hard, the relief girl screamed in pain.

"Uh, sorry, the lock on your wrist seems to be too tight, and you can't pull out your hand..."

Wang Xiaoming apologized first, and then suddenly pulled a brand new short sword from his waist that he brought out from his office. In the terrified eyes of the relief girl, he leaned close to her and lowered his voice and said nervously: "Since this lock cannot be tortured, why not cut off your arm..."

Seeing Wang Xiaoming holding up his short sword, the relief girl immediately struggled violently and screamed in horror: "No, don't chop my arm!"

"Hey!"

Wang Xiaoming showed a grim smile on his face, and he cut down hard in the terrified eyes of the relief girl.

"laugh--"

The lock strips as thick as two fingers broke down according to the sound.

"Hahaha, this Longteng Caibao has good skills. This new spiritual alloy short sword is indeed sharp enough!"

Hearing Wang Xiaoming laughing, the relief girl suddenly realized that she was being teased.

However, her flirtatious and weak punching seemed to Wang Xiaoming as if she was acting coquettishly with him.

"laugh!"

Wang Xiaoming didn't care about her pounding, grabbed her other locked arm and slashed it hard with a short sword, and cut off the other chain in an instant.

The girl was immediately overjoyed after her hands were free, and she bent down to grab a few chains locked on her feet.

"Hmm?" The relief girl's movements were clearly visible under the torches on the ground, and Wang Xiaoming suddenly widened his eyes.

"Bastard, let me see what you want to see! Give me the sword!"

When he saw Wang Xiaoming staring at her with his eyes blank, he was furious and snatched the short sword from Wang Xiaoming's hand and chopped it into the chain on his feet.

However, after cutting off the chains of hands and feet, the relief girl was no longer free because there was a huge lock that was as wide as a palm on her slender waist.

"Dangdangdang..."

The relief girl held a short sword and chopped the lock on her waist hard, but found that the lock seemed to be different from the chains on her hands and feet, and she could not cut it off for a moment.

"Bastard, damn bastard Ma Long, I must look good after I go out..."

At this time, Wang Xiaoming also came to his senses. He licked the corner of his mouth and said speechlessly: "Then Ma Long probably can't see you anymore, because he has been hacked to death by me!"

"Dead..." The relief girl was stunned after hearing this.

While she was stunned, Wang Xiaoming took back the short sword, squatted down slightly and chopped the lock on her waist.

"Dangdangdang!"

After chopping a few times, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but frown: "Things are a bit bad. Your waist lock seems to be made of the latest spiritual alloy..."

"Woooo, what should I do? I don't want to stay in this dark place..." The relief girl was so anxious that she burst into tears.

"It's okay, look at me!"

Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart. Although he could not use the character template again, he was not in vain in the room left by any system. After more than half a month of bored cultivation, he had successfully promoted to the Qi Refining Stage realm.

"Spiritual Slash!"

Wang Xiaoming shouted in a pretentious manner, and suddenly he held the short sword in his hand and slashed towards his waist.

"laugh--"
To be continued...