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While Wu Ma and Tian Deping were fighting to the death in the secret room, Yuwen Jianxue outside was also in a very bad situation.
She and the few survivors are making their last effort to survive.
The manic dead man who suddenly appeared in the backyard lost his mind and was not afraid of death. He would only fall to the ground after cutting off his head.
This makes their situation even more dangerous.
The phantom of the furbolg that rolled closer and closer followed the footsteps of the god of death, devouring the lives of hundreds of soldiers.
Under the cover of everyone, Yuwen Jianxue almost frantically slashed at the door with his sword.
Only a banging sound was heard, and the force of the rebound on the door made Yuwen Jianxue's mouth split open, and his hands were stained with blood.
There was no trace of a sword scratch on the door panel.
"otherwise,"
Pei Ji said: "Let's dig a tunnel? The shadow can't get under the ground, right?"
"Thank you for remembering it!"
Liu Wenjing swung her wooden stick and threw a fireball towards a dead soldier. The dead soldier's body was covered in flames, but he still rushed towards Liu Wenjing regardless.
"Look, no one will let us dig holes in peace."
Seeing the phantom of the furbolg getting closer and closer and the dead bodies attacking one after another, Yuwen Jianxue felt that there was really not much time left for him.
Even though her hands were in terrible pain and even though they were covered in blood, she still swung her sword unswervingly to hit the door.
"Change another room," Li Shimin suddenly said, "This one will definitely not be open."
Everyone was awakened by him and looked around.
Liu Wenjing looked at the direction of the secret room, "Looking at the direction in which the shadow is rolling, it should be these two rooms that will be swallowed up in the end."
He pointed to the secret room and then to the dark room next to the secret room.
Yuwen Jianxue's heart sank as she looked at it.
Previously, even through the yellow light shield, she could clearly see that a group of soldiers from the County Cheng Mansion entered the room and never came out again.
Wang Wei and Gao Junya also went in.
Gao Junya was still dragged in by Tian Deping by the neck.
Even at this moment, the pungent smell of blood was still wafting out of this room, making Yuwen Jianxue choke and feel nauseated.
But as for the other room, the one Tian Deping escaped into - it couldn't be opened at all.
While resisting the dead soldiers, everyone looked at the two rooms with grave expressions.
"There's no time to hesitate,"
Li Shimin said: "I'll come first."
With that said, he walked towards the room that smelled of blood.
"Erlang," Liu Wenjing held him back: "I'll do it."
While talking, she leaned into his ear and whispered: "Don't be ridiculous - you are a figure comparable to the Emperor of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Wu of the Wei Dynasty. You are the chosen one. How could you fall in a place like this?"
He wanted to get into the house before Li Shimin.
"No need,"
Li Shimin said, "I'm sure there is no danger in this room - otherwise, Tian Deping would invite us in without us having to think of a solution."
After saying that, he kicked open the door of the dark room, and a large area of blood mist poured out.
Yuwen Jianxue's heart suddenly tightened and she almost screamed.
Liu Wenjing quickly went to pull Li Shimin's sleeve.
Li Shimin stepped aside to avoid the blood mist, "Don't be nervous, the blood mist was left by those soldiers from the County and Cheng Mansion just now."
When the blood mist cleared, he was the first to walk in.
Seeing his noble body, everyone dared to risk their lives and find a way to survive. They all said nothing to each other and followed him in one after another.
Yuwen Jianxue fought alone and held the dead soldiers outside with an unknown snow sword. He only thought in his heart: "It is Erlang's behavior that can convince everyone.
Compared to the two men whose souls have already ascended to heaven, Erlang of the Tang family is hundreds of times smarter, and he will definitely be a great person in the future."
While his mind was spinning, the person had retreated to the door of the secret room.
The shadow outside was getting closer and closer, and it was coming this way.
Yuwen Jianxue's eyes were sharp, and the nameless snow sword swung half a circle, and the few dead soldiers who were besieging the door were all swung away. She then flashed into the house, closed the door, and locked it.
Then I heard the dead soldiers rushing towards me and knocking on the door.
Soon there was silence again.
Yuwen Jianxue's heart sank, and she guessed that these dead soldiers had also been swallowed by the furbolg phantom.
As soon as he entered the house, Li Shimin said: "Let's go look separately to see if there is a secret passage in the house."
Then I saw that everyone ignored the smell of blood in the throat, and didn't care to look at the strange patterns and patterns in the room. They rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the room, looking everywhere, but still found nothing.
After a while, the shadow of the furbolg seeped in from the three walls, slowly moving inside, constantly devouring the space in the room.
Only the wall near the secret room is safe.
While everyone was searching, they were forced back to the wall by the shadow of the furbolg.
Without saying a word, Li Shimin slashed at the wall with his sword, naturally wanting to open a passage.
Yuwen Jianxue and his master also used their own methods. Unexpectedly, this wall seemed to have been enchanted, and even the wall skin could not be cut down.
Seeing that the gray mist was about to swallow Yuwen Jianxue up.
Li Shimin suddenly stood in front of her, like a tall wall, separating her from the shadow.
Yuwen Jianxue raised her head and looked at him.
Li Shimin turned his back to her and said nothing.
Yuwen Jianxue took a step forward and stood side by side with Li Shimin.
Li Shimin looked at her in surprise.
But she looked behind her, and the others were still knocking on the wall of the secret room. Pei Ji worked hardest.
Of course, it may not be impossible to maliciously speculate that Pei Ji had long known that this was a useless effort, and just wanted to lean on the wall to survive for a while.
The phantom of the furbolg was getting closer and closer, and everyone was forced into a small corner, so crowded that they couldn't move.
The sound of "dong dong dong" came over - Pei Ji was still smashing the wall.
Yuwen Jianxue looked forward and saw that the phantom of the furbolg was only a fist away from him.
When death was about to come, she was unexpectedly relaxed, like a drowning person who fell into the sea and gave up the struggle knowing that the sea was invincible.
Soon, the shadow of the furbolg engulfed everyone...
At the moment of being swallowed, Yuwen Jianxue suddenly remembered the snow in July of the third year of Daye. The snow was still warm.
Aye stood on the execution platform, looking at himself kindly, as if to say that everything would be fine.
After that snow, Yuwen Jianxue’s name had the word “snow” added to it.
In her heart, this word of snow is also the word of blood, which can never be erased.
But at this moment, the shadow swallowed her up.
Everything is over, and the things that can never be erased will disappear.