The two people walked side by side on the wooden floor. On the left and right were wooden doors with obvious Japanese style. Under the light, behind the hazy white paper, there was a figure kneeling on the ground.
There was no breathing or heartbeat. I don’t know if it was a paper sculpture or a refined walking corpse.
The atmosphere was eerie and overwhelming.
Accompanied by the creaking sound underfoot, these figures flickered in and out of light, as if they were about to break out of the door at any time.
"Uncle Feng, I suddenly thought of a ghost story, the one in red clothes. Do you want to hear it?"
"..."
Uncle Feng said nothing and glared at Liao Wenjie rather reproachfully. It was good to ease the atmosphere, but if you can't speak, just say a few words.
The two of them held their breath and concentrated, and arrived at the end of the corridor without any danger. There were two paths, one left and one right. It was obvious at a glance that they were going to separate.
Only fools will be fooled!
Liao Wenjie and Uncle Feng looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and chose a direction in tacit understanding.
"left."
"right."
"..."x2
This situation would inevitably occur when cooperating for the first time. Liao Wenjie respected the opinions of his seniors and walked to the right.
At this moment, there was a sudden rustling sound from the ceiling above his head. Liao Wenjie looked up and saw dense, long black hair growing out of the gaps and stretching towards the two of them strangely.
"Little tricks."
Uncle Feng snorted coldly, tapped the Yin-Yang jade with his fingertips, and revealed a ray of fire towards the long black hair.
In an instant, the flames rose up and burned all the black hair in the corridor with the force of a prairie fire.
It's not over yet. In the cracks in the ceiling, new black hair squeezes out the ash residue and grows down again.
"I'll give it a try."
Liao Wenjie stopped Uncle Feng, who was always ready to set fire, and rushed forward, leaping onto the wall. He tightly grasped a clump of long hair with his palms, and pulled hard as his body fell.
Wow.
Most of the ceiling collapsed, and amid the flying dust, a black shadow was pulled down from the ceiling by Liao Wenjie.
She was a woman, dressed in a black ninja uniform, with her face covered tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
The black hair on his head grew astonishingly, like a living creature. While growing crazily, the black hair spread over Liao Wenjie and Uncle Feng.
The fire light reappeared, and Uncle Feng burned the long hair of the female ninja. The moment the female ninja drew her sword, he raised his hand to press the handle of the knife, then hit the female ninja's face with his knee, and kicked her to the corner.
The female ninja rolled twice, leaned against the wall, pressed the mechanism, and disappeared along with the rotating wall.
In a matter of seconds, Uncle Feng rushed out with a strong stride, and at the last second when the rotating wall closed, he ducked in.
"No...I want it."
Liao Wenjie put down his hands speechlessly. This Uncle Feng was too reckless, not at all like the mature and steady Uncle Jiu.
He knocked on the wall and found that the mechanism was damaged. He hit it hard with the iron sand palm three times in a row, but it didn't move at all.
You can't get in.
Liao Wenjie turned around and took a look. The two passages to the left and right had no bright future. He carefully considered the rules for preventing getting lost and decided to stand where he was and wait for Uncle Feng to come back to find him.
It's a good idea, but the owner doesn't agree.
Thirty seconds later, the door opened in unison in the corridor leading to the entrance. Women with pale faces and colorful makeup walked out, stepping on sky-high wooden clogs.
They were dressed gorgeously, wearing curtains with flowers on their heads, and some of them were holding bright red paper umbrellas. Judging from their appearance, these twenty-somethings were all courtesans.
Liao Wenjie sighed, observed three seconds of silence for these people, and then walked towards the end of the corridor on the right.
The two dozen walking corpses were struggling to move. It was not difficult to see that the owner of the house was hosting a banquet in front of him and did not want the guests to waste time, so he used this method to drive them away.
"abnormal!"
Liao Wenjie quickly came to the end of the corridor and kicked open the sliding wooden door.
Within sight, the room was square and square, with walls as white as snow except for a black coffin, which was set straight on the empty wall directly opposite.
"It's a bit like a level-breaking game. Push open the coffin, defeat the elite monsters inside, and then enter the next room..." Liao Wenjie muttered, reading out the script carefully prepared by the family owner in advance.
I was wondering if the coffin lid would pop open suddenly if I stood still. With a bang, the coffin lid popped open.
The cold wind blew into the room, and the temperature dropped ten degrees in an instant.
In the coffin, the female corpse wearing a ninja costume slowly opened her eyes. The whites of her eyes were pitch black and glowed with a strange light. The scarlet lips seemed to be full of blood, which contrasted with her pale skin and formed a strong visual impact.
People can't help but think of the word "demon".
The female corpse staggered out of the coffin, her ten fingers flashing with cold light, each of which had its bones removed, a scalpel inserted and re-sutured.
Liao Wenjie's teeth ached at the sight. What he didn't expect was that the female corpse suddenly grinned with a bloodthirsty and ferocious smile.
"It's not a walking corpse..."
"No, there's no heartbeat, and the body temperature is so low, it can't be a living person..."
Liao Wenjie didn't have time to think about it. The female corpse bent down and dived, rising up at a speed far exceeding that of an ordinary person. Ten razor claws ripped through the wind, and in the blink of an eye, she rushed straight in front of him.
The next second, he was disemboweled.
Everything about the female corpse was strange. Liao Wenjie did not dare to resist with his iron cloth shirt. He tapped his toes on the ground and moved his body two meters away.
The female corpse charged so fast that it stopped five meters outside the door, turned around like a machine, and sprinted into the house again.
Bang!
The wall was slightly dented, and the female corpse let out a sharp and ferocious smile. She stepped on the wall with her feet, and her momentum was three points faster.
Liao Wenjie kept moving sideways and dodging, while the female corpse seemed to have springs on its legs. Every time she stepped on the wall, she would lunge at him.
On the surrounding walls, there are more and more marks cut by sharp claws, and the sound of the air being torn apart by the sharp claws becomes more and more intensive.
After dodging the female corpse's attacks several times, Liao Wenjie gradually grasped the rhythm of the opponent's attacks. The attack was extremely explosive, but the attacks were straight forward, so it was not difficult to predict and dodge in advance.
What surprised him was that the explosive power of the female corpse was too exaggerated. It didn't look like a corpse at all. To put it bluntly...
It's more like a person possessed by a ghost, overdrawing his body's potential and exchanging it for astonishing speed and strength.
But obviously, this statement is not valid. The female corpse is indeed a corpse, and the yin and yang eyes did not see that there was a soul hidden inside.
"It's strange that a corpse can smile so charmingly. Could it be a new type of zombie?"
Liao Wenjie dodged sideways. The corpse refining technique in Neon was too evil, and it was completely different from the system described by Si Mu.
Bang!
Amidst the ferocious laughter, the female corpse stepped hard on the wall with both feet, and rushed towards the motionless Liao Wenjie.
Although there was not a single effective kill in the entire process, the female corpse seemed to enjoy her status as a hunter very much, and her expression was even more ferocious than at the beginning.
At first, she could still see a human look on her face, but now, the corners of her mouth were torn and her ears were completely twisted into a monster.
Liao Wenjie's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped forward with a fist-pumping stance. When the female corpse landed on the ground and accelerated a second time, he suddenly used his feet as the axis to dodge sideways, and at the same time, he lightly tapped the female corpse's chest with his iron sand palm.
The two figures were staggered, the female corpse was still grinning and sprinting, while Liao Wenjie was nailed to the spot, with his right arm raised like a fist, holding a few red threads in his hand.
The red thread fluttered and tightened as the female corpse charged to the last step. The straight red thread on the female corpse's neck, shoulders, and legs cut through the flesh and blood of the clothes like a sharp knife.
Tsk! Chi Chi Chi————
The red line slowly fell to the ground. The female corpse kept moving forward, and her body fell apart in the air. She landed and rolled like a ball in the head until she hit the wall and stopped.
“I always feel like something is wrong, what exactly is it?”
Liao Wenjie muttered, kicked open the coffin floor, and walked towards the next room.
On the ground, the blood of the female corpse dried up, and thick black fluid flowed from the incision, with the largest flow in the chest and neck.
These viscous liquids are like parasites, flowing slowly on the ground, connecting the broken limbs and head of the female corpse, and dragging it back to the torso little by little.
"Cackle-cluck——"
The female corpse's eyes lit up with a strange black light again, and her face-torn mouth moved up and down, and she let out a weird, scalp-numbing laugh.
"I remembered!"
Liao Wenjie bent over and walked out of the coffin: "It turns out there was no last hit. I thought something was wrong."
"..."
The laughter stopped abruptly.
"Xiao Chiqi, you don't know anything! You seem to have no brains, but you know how to think. How did you do it?"
Liao Wenjie raised his foot and kicked the dead head away: "Forget it, I'm in a hurry and will contact you another day."
As he spoke, he took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, shook it and burned it before throwing it on the female corpse's torso.
The fire suddenly shot up into the sky, and the female body with strong gloom was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Liao Wenjie, who had just taken two steps, turned around, took out his money sword and dug through the ashes, and found something very familiar.
black stone.
It's the same size as the black stone I picked up in the elevator pit last time, but this one is even colder.
"Evil magic!"
He took out the yellow talisman, squatted down, and wrapped the black stone tightly.
There was an explosion, and the ceilings on all four sides fell. Four female ninjas with swords fell from the sky. When they landed, they stabbed Liao Wenjie's three vital points on the back of the neck, the back of the heart, and the lower back.
Ding!x4
There were four crisp sounds of gold and iron, and shock flashed through the kunoichi's cold eyes. Without thinking, she pulled away and ran away in four directions.
"Hey hey hey, you're here now, so don't leave."
Liao Wenjie opened his hands, grasped the red thread tightly in his palms, and jerked it forward.
The four kunoichi's momentum stopped and they fell to the ground.
"Ladies and sisters, who killed Wang Baiwan and Lin Dayue?"
"..."x4
Everyone was silent, and the four female ninjas stood up with swords in their hands, aiming the tips of their swords at Liao Wenjie in an encirclement manner.
They have received professional training and will not say a word to strangers unless they are on a mission.
Not even handsome guys.
There was no next move. During the confrontation, more than ten red threads were wrapped around each of their legs and waists, and finally tightened their necks, causing the four of them to freeze on the spot and gradually fall into suffocation.
Two minutes later, Liao Wenjie stepped into the secret door of the coffin. Behind him, four unconscious female ninjas were hanging by their hands or legs, hanging in the air by red ropes hanging from the ceiling.