Wang Jin patted the dagger and praised it in a low voice.
It swallowed four or five rotten hearts in a moment, and the whole knife was a little confused.
If it originally seemed to be planning to evolve, now it is planning to super-evolve.
Of course, it's okay to say it's about to explode.
The bright silver blade cracked slightly, and the gem at the tail also made an overwhelmed creaking sound.
If it weren't for the incantation engraved on it, it probably wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.
"You Rong's craftsmanship is quite good."
Wang Jin grinned and stuffed the short knife back into his backpack.
After all this trouble, the hidden weapons on the third floor are almost gone.
Without the heart as a driving force, those skeletons that have no vitality in themselves will no longer move.
Wang Jin also specially collected two bottles of bloody poison gas and planned to give them to Lao Zhao as gifts.
It's almost like I'm here to purchase goods.
"Huh... Now it's time to get down to business."
Wang Jin took a breath and the smile on his face disappeared.
He is very nervous, so he occasionally uses this way of entertaining himself to relieve his mood.
But he always knew that he was walking on a tightrope.
Mistakes mean death.
"I hope it's not too outrageous."
Wang Jin murmured softly and looked at the dark red wooden door not far away.
The singing that came to my ears has gradually changed, from the melodious at the beginning to the rapid and exciting now. The only thing that remains unchanged is the chaos and madness mixed in it.
The faint fragrance becomes stronger and stronger, turning into a fragrant fruity fragrance.
Wang Jin suddenly felt that he had smelled this smell somewhere.
It seems to be...Li Ming's police station.
"I remembered."
The young man frowned, but there was no joy in his tone.
"This is the smell of a corpse before it decays."
Although he didn't want to recall it, Wang Jin knew that his thoughts were right.
Bodies do emit this smell as they decompose.
The top note is very much like fruit wine, with a light sweet aroma.
But after a while, the smell will take a turn for the worse and turn into a nauseating stench.
And this faint fragrance that has been reverberating in the air has obviously extended the top notes indefinitely.
Even though it smelled good, Wang Jin, who knew where it came from, instantly lost his good mood and just felt sick.
"Sure enough, the third floor that looks slightly normal is also an illusion."
Wang Jin sighed and whispered to himself.
This house is in decay, that is an indisputable fact.
Even if you put on a neat and clean coat, you can't hide your already twisted and deformed heart.
What he has to do now is to push open the door in front of him and face the figure that has been singing.
"call…"
Wang Jin gritted his teeth and put his palm on the door.
After hesitating for a moment, he called out Wangcai and hid behind the pale throne that appeared out of thin air.
I have no choice but to be more cautious.
Wangcai followed Wang Jin's example and sighed, trying to suppress the fear in his heart.
He pressed his hand on the door and leaned forward slightly.
But before he could exert any force, the door opened on its own to both sides.
The surprisingly large bedroom was exposed to everyone.
"this…"
Wang Jin's eyes widened and he murmured softly.
He didn't expect that a three-story house would be designed like this.
On the third floor, apart from the open space and pillars, is this room. Its area is fully half of the entire third floor.
What's even more weird is that this room is just a bedroom.
There is no table, no sofa, no coffee table.
There is only a huge bed here and nothing else.
There was a woman sitting next to the bed. She was still wearing the elegant dress in the oil painting, and her hands seemed to be playing the piano.
The music gradually became more impassioned and seemed to be coming to an end.
But there was no musical instrument in front of the woman, and the sound came directly from her body.
Wang Jin gently touched the shotgun in his hand.
He had never used this thing much before because he was worried about alerting others.
But there's no problem now.
As long as you slightly adjust the incantation engraved on it, it won't have any effect even if you are farther away.
As long as a woman shows that something is wrong, Wang Jin will empty the magazine within a few seconds.
American Iai, the art of drawing a shotgun.
After all, survival is the last word.
"I don't want to kill you."
A pleasant female voice came, but the singing just now did not stop.
"Not wanting to kill is not the same as having no ill intentions."
Wang Jin grinned, but still did not put down the gun.
Many people just say "I don't want to kill you" and the next second they pull out the knife with helpless expressions.
If he had let his guard down because of such words, Wang Jin would have died long ago.