"Well, what's going on, how did I lie on the ground? Also, Zhang Ling, what did you just explain? Lu Xiaopang rubbed his head and got up from the ground. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As a result, as soon as he saw the ghost child, he immediately screamed; "It's not good, there's ghosts. Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law! ”

"Okay, okay, this ghost is young and won't hurt anyone." Zhang Ling was afraid that this fat man would make this ghost child anxious, and then fight with himself. If this is the case, then what I pretended to be before would not be in vain.

"Won't it hurt? Who pushed me to the ground just now? Could it be Nalan Lizi, she attacked me? Thinking of this, Lu Xiaopang covered his mouth violently, and then looked at Zhang Ling in shock, as if he had done something very sorry for him.

"Fatty, I now know where Xu Feng is hiding." Zhang Ling smiled excitedly.

"Where is he hiding?" Lu Xiaopang hurriedly asked.

"Actually, the seventh underground layer that Nalan Lizi heard about is not the one we were looking for before, but the twelfth floor."

The scholar ghost told Lu Xiaopang that the basement of the Nalan family has a total of one hundred floors. But the real floor is only eighty-two, and if you add the eighteen floors underground, it is exactly one hundred. Therefore, Zhang Ling dared to affirm his judgment.

The so-called seventh layer should be counted up from the last layer, so Xu Feng's hiding place should be on the twelfth floor!

Lu Xiaopang was also skeptical of Zhang Ling's inference, but he still decided to take a look, because he didn't believe that Xu Feng was hiding in the layer they were looking for before.

"Are you sure you want to go down to that level?" The ghost boy widened his ghost eyes and looked at Zhang Ling.

"Yes, something has to be settled." After Zhang Ling finished speaking, he pulled Lu Xiaopang down the stairs and ran down.

The ghost boy shook his head and left.

"Zhang Ling, go down in such a hurry, don't wait for Nalan Lizi?"

"Do you know where she is?" Zhang Ling asked.

Lu Xiaopang glanced at the induction charm in his hand and replied that there was no reaction at all. Speaking of this, Lu Xiaopang looked at Zhang Ling with wide eyes, and continued: "Do you think there will be any accidents in Nalan Lizi?" ”

Zhang Ling looked very calm: "You and I are fine, what accidents can happen to Nalan Lizi." Don't forget, Nalan Lizi is the daughter of the Nalan family, if something happens to her family, it means that she is too useless! ”

Lu Xiaopang nodded, secretly thinking that Brother Ling still had a level of speaking.

The two of them soon reached the twelfth basement floor, where there were no more plastered walls, all of them were rock walls.

"How I feel like I've walked into an underground cave." When Lu Xiaopang said, his body trembled a little.

"It's not like, it's an underground cave." Zhang Ling took a breath and secretly wondered what the headquarters building of the Nalan Group was built on.

"You said that this is equivalent to a primitive cave, so how could Xu Feng be willing to stay in such a place?" Lu Xiaopang was still puzzled in his heart, because it was too weird down here, it was obviously a cave, but there was an oil lamp lit on the rock wall.

Because of these oil lamps, it looks extremely bright here, but Zhang Ling feels even more gloomy.

The smell emitted by the oil lamps is very peculiar, and the more the oil lamps gather, the heavier the yin qi will be.

"Isn't it strange that the lamp burns with heat? Why is the yin energy here still so heavy? Lu Xiaopang, who was born with yin and yang eyes, could also see that there was a strong yin qi scattered here, and the more oil lamps there were, the more serious the yin qi would be.

"I'm afraid the lamp here is not a simple oil lamp." Zhang Ling walked up to an oil lamp and looked at the lamp oil inside in a daze.

Lu Xiaopang sniffed the smell of the burning oil lamp, and couldn't help frowning: "This smell, can it be said ........?"

"That's right, these are human oil lamps." Zhang Ling also frowned.

Human oil is extracted from the human body, and the extraction method is extremely cruel. In the Nazi concentration camps, captured Jews stripped naked and stuffed into incinerators, which were then baked over low heat.

The prisoners inside first sweated, and when the sweat was gone, human oil seeped out of their skin, and finally the sweat evaporated completely, and only human oil was left on the ground.

"This is refining human oil from living people, which is extremely inhumane, and only Nazi Hitler could do this kind of thing." Lu Xiaopang looked extremely indignant.

"You can't say that, Hitler may still be alive, beware that he will take revenge on you." Zhang Ling pointed ahead.

Lu Xiaopang's heart immediately chuckled, secretly wondering if Hitler's murderous maniac really still exists, right?

On the rock wall that Zhang Ling is referring to hangs an oil painting, on which it is Hitler.

"Uncle, you dare to lie to me." Lu Xiaopang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Be careful, beware of Hitler coming out of that painting." Zhang Ling squinted his eyes and looked over, feeling that there was an aura lingering on it.

"Yin Spirit Qi." Lu Xiaopang also realized this and began to become cautious.

The two of them approached the oil painting little by little, and suddenly, Lu Xiaopang seemed to have stepped on something.

The two men looked down until they straightened up again, and they seemed to find an extremely fierce and terrifying guy standing in front of them, who looked exactly like the Hitler in the painting!

"Damn, that guy shouldn't really come back to life, right?" Lu Xiaopang's body trembled in fright, and his legs began to retreat unconsciously.

"Draw a spirit!" Zhang Ling shouted, and directly took out a Yang Fire Talisman from his pocket and pasted it on Hitler's phantom.

"Haste as the law!" As Zhang Ling recited the mantra, the phantom of Hitler quickly burned to ashes.

Painting such a thing, Zhang Ling heard Murong Wan'er say that he used a psychic pen to sketch the image of a person or animal on a special paper, and by injecting spiritual energy, he could bring it to life.

It's just that this kind of "life" is just a phantom.

In fact, in a sense, Murong Wan'er is also a special kind of painting spirit.......

"It turned out to be a painting spirit, and it scared me to death." Lu Xiaopang covered his chest with his hands, thinking that if Hitler's murderous maniac really came to life, wouldn't the world be in chaos.

"Let's go, the person we're looking for should be inside."

After listening to Zhang Ling, Lu Xiaopang noticed that the place where the previous painting was hung was a door. The painting spirit was destroyed, and the door was opened.

"If I'm guessing correctly, the spirit from before should act as a doorman." The reason why Zhang Ling said this was because he found that there was no keyhole on the top of this door.

"Can play, the owner of this house really knows how to play, and actually uses Hitler as a gatekeeper." Lu Xiaopang bared his teeth and smiled.

"The owners here are not only playful, but also ambitious." Zhang Ling clenched the wind and thunder bead in his hand and stepped inside.