When we were shining our flashlights in, the bloody thing looked up and paid attention to us, but we were busy with the food in our mouths and ignored us. When we ran out, the thing was thrown away the waiter who had already bitten to death and wanted to escape from the crack of the stone door. Fortunately, the crack of the door was narrow and the object was huge and it was not squeezed out at once.

This almost scared me. Now I understand why Lao Cao ran away. I don’t know what kind of monster this thing is. Eating people is like chewing lollipops. You said, which one will it choose first for us two lollipops? Sweat, I still have the heart and mind now.

We rushed to the passage with all our might. *** suddenly found that the exit passage was blocked by an iron fence, and it seemed that it was locked, and we would not be able to escape for a while. Old Cao hurriedly whispered to me: "Do you escape from evil spirits!"

After hearing this, I bit my finger hard and couldn't feel the pain at this moment. I lit it on his forehead, then wiped it on my forehead, and I didn't know if the spell was pronounced accurately, and if it could be made into a spell. After the spell was recited, we both turned off the lights immediately. Lao Cao pulled me to slow down and slowly pressed it onto the stone wall.

We both held our breath, and even though our lungs were about to explode, we didn't dare to breathe out.

"Crack...hiss..." The dead thing also slowed down in the darkness, and kept gasping, as if it had lost both of us, and it didn't know where to go.

I was relieved, and the evil spirits had taken effect. When the thing went back to enjoy the delicious meal, we took the opportunity to sneak back. But this thing was unwilling to give up, and staggered around us, never walking back and forth. I felt that Lao Cao's palms were covered with sweat, and he rarely paniced like this. It seemed that this dead thing was a top-notch product.

Listening to the breathing of the dead thing, my heart couldn't help but pound wildly, and every second was torture. I endured it for six or seven minutes before I heard it go back. The heart that was hanging in my throat was instantly put into my stomach. Lao Cao gently pulled me, and neither of them dared to separate their hands, and walked back to the gap with extremely slow movements. When we walked halfway, we listened to the sound of gasping into the iron fence. The alarm had not yet been lifted, so we dared not be careless.

At this moment, I heard a scream from the other end of the gap: "Old Cao...Wang Lin..."

His uncle is the bastard boy, Little Rooster. Do you know what I want to do at this moment? I want to run over and smash his pig's head into my stomach! Let you wait on it, what are you doing? And it's at the critical moment when we are about to successfully escape.

The dead thing heard his screams, and with a biting chill in the dark, it quickly passed by us and headed straight to the gap. Old Cao and I hurriedly shouted: "Run back!"

While shouting, we both took out the guys. Old Cao was holding a black snake whip in his hand and swung it towards the death thing. Although I pulled out the peach wood sword, his uncle's was too short, so he threw it forward and then closed his eyes and entered the dark sea.

In the white smoke, I saw a female ghost with disheveled hair squatting on the ground, shivering in a ball, trembling. There was a stone more than two meters tall next to it, standing there squarely, emitting a cold green light, which made people feel fear in their hearts. This female ghost is not a beautiful boss, but probably a waiter who just died. What is this broken stone? Is it that dead thing?

I stared at the female ghost and asked, "You were just bitten to death, are you?"

She raised her head tremblingly, yes, I recognized it, one of the waiters in charge of reception. She said with a frightened face: "Yes, I...I just got bitten to death..."

"Where is your boss?" Khan, I was still thinking about the beauty. Although she looked thirty, she still had charm and I felt pity for her.

"No...I don't know."

"What about the monster that bites you to death? Is it this stone?" I asked again.

The little girl turned her head in panic and looked at Shi Tou, and said blankly: "No...I don't know..."

It seemed that I was already scared and didn't know what to do, so I would kick it out, otherwise the new dead ghost would be hurt in the sea of ​​darkness. So I drove her out of the darkness, stared at the silent stone and recited the spell twice, but the broken thing was still motionless. This made my buddy worry, and I turned my eyes and thought, Could this be the stone demon we are looking for? It is said that it has a thousand-year-old Taoist practice, and it is not that easy to peel off the skin with stones.

Just as I was thinking, the broken stone suddenly began to seep out blood from the surface. At first, it looked like a layer of red sweat beads secreted, slowly surging out wildly, and the whole stone instantly dyed a ball of blood. The ground was filled with blood for a moment, and the situation seemed very strange.

I sneered and thought to myself that I was probably a stone demon. I had a layer of vest on it, so I didn’t believe in reciting the spell several times, so I couldn’t peel your skin!

At that moment, the spell was chanted, but it still had no effect on the stone. It had no response except for blood flowing out. I wondered if it was to let it shed all the blood, it would be like skinning and burping? No matter whether it was like this, there was no other way except chanting the spell. Who made the psychic art so old-fashioned?

The casting of the eighth level of spiritual magic spell consumes a lot of energy. Every spell will accelerate the consumption of one's own energy. After reciting it more than ten times, just when I felt a little powerless, I saw black smoke rising from the blood that overflowed everywhere. There were bursts of "chirping..." and the terrifying screams were heard, and the black smoke that emanated was gone, and the lower part rose again, endlessly.

My buddy was a little stunned. These were all broken up. The resentment came from the blood in the stone. It seemed to be endless. I don’t know when it would be. At this moment, my buddy was not healthy, so I had to play with my life. I might as well withdraw first. Anyway, I dragged it for a long time, so I guess Lao Cao and Xiao Roller escaped.

Thinking of this, he didn't fight with this dead thing anymore, so he hurriedly opened his eyes and found that he was still standing in the darkness, as if he hadn't moved. He saw the lights flashing in the iron fence, and Lao Cao and Xiao Roller were breathing. The little Roller said, "Wang Lin must not withdraw from the Nether Sea at this time, otherwise we will feel better."

Damn, I was shocked when I heard this, and quickly closed my eyes and entered the dark sea. His uncle didn't enter, and his energy was consumed too much, especially those resentment in blood, which was also an impact on me.

"Old Cao, little rolling knife, you guys come out soon, I can't enter the Nether Sea anymore!" I shouted in my voice.

"I'm a damn guy, you said it a long time ago..." Xiao Ludao cursed angrily.
Chapter completed!