Author: Three Smiles Remain Buddha

Zhao Ziliang could not determine the specific condition of the corpses in front of him. It was possible that they were ghost slaves or some kind of special ghost. Zhao Ziliang carefully chose to take a few steps back.

Just like an old hunter wandering in the jungle giving an early warning to wild beasts, Zhao Ziliang keenly captured the dangerous atmosphere.

It was certain that the guys in front of me had bad intentions and were all ghost masters. The large number of corpses made these people well hidden. The ghost realm seemed unable to suppress these people.

The enemy is in the open and we are in the dark. If the other side dares to attack, it means that they at least know the intelligence of their team.

But they knew nothing about the enemy. Looking at the densely packed corpses in front of them, Zhao Ziliang didn't even know where to start.

"Retreat first!"

Zhao Ziliang roared.

He Tu struggled to get up, and the scope of the ghost domain began to expand, trying to take away all the people.

As if he had received some signal, the dense tide of corpses in the secret passage suddenly began to pour out like crazy. Zhao Ziliang had quick hands and saw a few of them to pieces, but in the end he could not withstand the large number of people.

When the corpses swarmed up, He Tu's ghost realm directly took him out of the encirclement.

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Inside the house, a relatively elegant young man walked out from the dense crowd of corpses. He looked in the direction where Zhao Ziliang and others were leaving with indifferent eyes.

"Finding them, I want to teach Shen Lin and Su Yonghe an unforgettable lesson. This must be done. If it doesn't happen, then everyone, including me, will be ready to be crucified in Daxia. I want Shen Lin to

When I think about the Reform Conference in this life, I just want to live with my tail between my legs."

"I come."

Someone said something from behind, and a bearded middle-aged man walked out of the group of corpses. He lay on the ground with his right hand and pulled out a scarlet chopstick with his left hand. The shape of the chopstick was obviously similar to the conventional one, but how could he see it?

People are heartbroken.

After the chopsticks appeared, a fierce look appeared on the middle-aged man's face. The chopsticks in his hand swung down and directly pierced his right hand. Blood gushes out instantly, but it does not spread. Instead, it spreads in a certain direction.

Chopsticks for living people and rice for dead people, these two extremely legendary supernatural items recorded in the records of the Republic of China, were only found in incomplete parts when the Reform Society settled in Wushuang City.

They are the living chopsticks in the hands of middle-aged people. If they are not paired with the rice of the dead, they are of little use. They can only rely on the curse of the blood sacrifice to find people.

The direction in which the blood flows is the direction in which the person you are looking for goes, which is very useful.

"Walk."

Lu Zhong shouted, and another person appeared behind him. A green and floral porcelain bowl in his hand had a strange aura. The overall color of the porcelain bowl was bone-like. When he took it out, everyone felt that the temperature in the room had dropped significantly.

There are few, especially on the edge of the porcelain bowl, where there are traces of lipstick or blood stains, which makes people feel very ominous.

The man bit his finger, tapped it lightly in the bowl, then placed blood marks on several people's eyebrows, and finally slammed the mouth of the bowl upside down on the ground.

It was like a scene of heaven and earth in a pot. After the porcelain bowl was firmly buckled on the ground, the people in the room disappeared without knowing when. When I looked again, I saw that the porcelain bowl had also mysteriously disappeared.

This scene is very much like a ghost from the Nine Nether Hell, and it makes people shudder just by looking at it.

In an abandoned park in Daxia City, He Tu fell to his knees and coughed several times.

The aftereffects of being corroded by evil spirits have not disappeared, but are becoming more serious. Now every time he uses supernatural powers, he feels like he is drowning. Once or twice is fine, but again and again is enough to drive people crazy.

After a few people landed, Zhang Yuan simply observed the pattern and quickly determined the direction.

An abandoned factory building near Daxia City was one of the evacuation routes they had planned to prevent accidents. Zhang Yuan had done enough research on the address and route, and he knew this place well.

"Let's go first."

Zhang Yuan went over to help He Tu, and several people tried to find a relatively safe place to contact Wu Qiu's wiring team.

But after walking a few steps, Zhang Yuan's steps slowed down a bit, and he looked at a certain location on the roadside.

A porcelain bowl and three sticks of fragrance faced their position, which made Zhang Yuan speed up his pace.

His steps were quick, and in the end Zhang Yuan even started running. When he saw the porcelain bowl and the three sticks of incense again, Zhang Yuan took a few steps back while protecting the others, his face looking ugly.

"After being overtaken, the other party came prepared."

Regardless of anything else, the law of the unlucky ghost acted around those two things, and the cold feeling through the air made Zhang Yuan feel uncomfortable.

Not quite knowing the patterns of these two things, Zhang Yuan had to adopt a more cautious approach. The effect of the unlucky ghosts could delay the patterns of the fierce ghosts to a certain extent. At least they would not be attacked so quickly.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the dark area of ​​the surrounding abandoned factory buildings.

The footsteps went from one, to several, and finally to a dense mass.

The strange thing is that Zhang Yuan saw nothing, and the area he followed his footsteps was only dark.

The footsteps coming from all around were getting louder and louder, and Zhang Yuan even felt dazed for a moment. He just couldn't help but want to go over and take a look, and even wanted to join them with the same steps.

"grass!"

He Tu was a little irritated by the sense of crisis. He had to activate the ghost realm to ensure the survival chance of everyone in the team in an accident.

Zhao Ziliang was restless, and the situation around him was getting weirder and weirder, but he didn't see anything, which made him want to go all out. This feeling of having no place to use his energy was not to mention how bad it was.

Directly in front, Zhang Yuan looked at the three pillars of fragrance burning faster and faster, without thinking too much. All the power from the unlucky ghost began to condense on this thing, but he could not see much effect.

"Let's go first!"

After roaring twice, Zhang Yuan shouted loudly that they had lost the initiative, and the other party was now treating them like pork on the chopping board, killing and killing them.

Immediately afterwards, several pale corpses suddenly appeared in the darkness ahead, and after they appeared, they rushed towards Zhang Yuan arrogantly.

Zhang Yuan was unable to dodge, and dodged one, two, and three or four. He was touched by the opponent at the shoulder. The flesh and blood at the wound location quickly seemed to condense into a mass of sarcoma, which was about to spread. This made Zhang Yuan

Yuan thought of Xu Fang's previous warning.

The pattern of a ghost in the opponent's team is suspected to be related to flesh and blood.

The rapidly growing sarcoma in front of him made Zhang Yuan feel alarmed. If he left it alone, he would sooner or later be covered in these things, and he would most likely die immediately.

Zhang Yuan could not help but be cruel, and the golden dagger he carried with him directly cut through the flesh and blood, cutting off the sarcoma tissue directly.
Chapter completed!