The most feared thing about the black demon is its corpse hair, the corpse poison is as sharp as a needle, as long as it touches the skin and cuts a little oily skin, the corpse poison immediately invades the body of the living, and its toxicity is comparable to that of the corpse leech. The difficulty in dealing with the black devil is to feed the black donkey's hooves to its mouth, and it has to be careful to avoid the ubiquitous corpse hair on its face.

Although Lan Zui had never encountered this thing, he had heard a lot, and as for Rong Thirteen, who had just suffered from the sin of a leech, he added twelve points of caution. Just when the two of them and the two black demons were about to meet, Rong Shisan's uninjured foot kicked on the ground to borrow strength, and the person stepped directly on the stone horizontally, connecting the dots with his toes, and the whole person ran forward as if he was sticking to the stone wall horizontally. Lan Drunk leaned back at the same time, his knees twisted at an incredible angle, and the man leaned back against the ground, allowing the black stiff stride to pass over her head.

A foul smell choked into his nose, like the smell of rotten meat that had been left under the sun for five or six days, and he choked on a sneez. The black demon had a short but heavy torso, and with the inertia of the collision, he took a few steps forward, and noticed that there was a big living person in the place where he had just walked, and finally steadied his pace and turned around and rushed towards Lan Zui. Lan Zui jumped up at the moment of sneezing, and with a flick of his wrist, the wristband had already unfolded in front of him.

At this time, Rong 13 also led the other one farther away, and one harrier turned over and turned back to the other black one. The two black demons that were originally close to each other were suddenly separated, one in front of the other, and the three of them faced one separately, which could be regarded as a free space for their hands.

It's a long talk, but it's actually just a blink of an eye. Bai Suhe watched from behind, but he didn't have time to nod and praise the quick reactions of the two of them. Her instincts told her that the crisis was still to come.

Rong Shisan squinted at the short black man who was about to rush forward like a bull, and sneered: "Girl, these two nerds shouldn't be cattle, they're so cute." ”

Lan Zuinunu didn't answer, she had already avoided it three or four times like this, although she didn't let the black demon touch her, but she didn't find a flaw in her attack. Looking at Heisha's growing and curly black nails, Lan Zui really couldn't see how cute the zombie baby on the other side was that even his face was hidden in the black hair. The nail is just a random scratch on her arm, not to mention the corpse poison, it will be no fun to wear a skirt in the summer.

"Hurry up." Bai Suhe urged in the back, she was uneasy, and she only hoped that Rong Shisan and Lan Zui could make a quick decision to avoid complications.

Bai Suhe was far away, and originally the black sha only noticed the breath of the two living people who were close, and this time the black sha screamed, and turned to Bai Suhe's side. Lan drunk snorted, learned Rong Thirteen's previous tricks, stepped on the wall and slashed the wristbangle, and cut directly into the black jaw. The black devil is invulnerable, and Lan Zui knows it, and this time she just wants to cut off the black hair on the black devil's chin first to expose her mouth, so she can wait for the opportunity to stuff the black donkey's hooves in.

At the moment when Lan Zui's adventure approached the black evil, the candle light that had been held in Bai Suhe's hand suddenly rose and immediately shrank into a light ball the size of a soybean, the orange light turned blue, and the originally bright passage was dark in an instant, leaving only Bai Suhe's faint light swaying and gloomy.

This is steep and dark, and it is unexpected. I was slightly distracted in my heart, and my feet immediately relaxed, and I hugged straight towards the fluffy black head below.

Before his eyes could adjust to the sudden darkness, Lan Zui screamed in surprise, only to feel that she was quickly approaching the source of the fishy smell, and his hand instinctively grabbed forward and suddenly remembered that the hedgehog could not be touched, and his feet were away from the wall and there was nowhere to borrow strength, so he had to grit his teeth and poke forward with the long blade of the wristband. It is also thanks to the thin blade of the wristband that it is both long and tough, and the weight of Lan Zui is pressed on the top of the black demon's head and it is not broken, the blade is buzzing and bending down, and Lan Zui uses this little elastic wrist to exert force, and the person rolls down to the ground on the side. The wind blew in my ears, and the black whining seemed to pass by my ears.

At this moment, Lan Zui didn't care whether the posture was difficult or not, and immediately rolled back five or six times after touching the ground, making sure that Hei Sha couldn't touch her side within two steps, so he turned over and jumped up, waiting for the battle.

Over there, Rong Thirteen was fortunate to have been standing on the ground and confronting the black demons, unlike Lan Drunk, who suddenly encountered accidents and dangers. He saw Bai Suha's candlelight turn green, and knew that something was wrong, and with the memory of the passage before and the position of the black sha on the opposite side, the bones suddenly shrank around, and forced to squeeze through the few remaining gaps next to the black evil.

Bai Suhe saw that the light was dimming, and his heart also sank. Sure enough, they were afraid of something, and the resentful spirit was only afraid that the momentum was not right, they were not trapped by this passage maze, they came out directly and prepared to do it themselves.

When the candle items were redistributed, Rong 13 took out a glow stick and threw it on the ground while running to Bai Suhe's side to converge. After running all the way, he also threw five or six glow sticks in this passage, and the sticks fell to the ground and gradually fainted a faint light, illuminating the darkened passage with three points of brightness.

There was a heavy sound of stones grinding at the other end of the passage, and then there was a heavy sound of footsteps, step by step, slowly and regularly, like a leisurely walk, and like a shower hitting the ground. Every step on the ground also stepped on the hearts of the three people here.

Lan was intoxicated with a smile in her throat, and when she saw the flame, she knew that the resentful spirit was coming again. It's just that the battle this time is a little different from the last time I saw her sneaky, and there is a smell of mountain rain coming and the wind is full of buildings. It stands to reason that it is not far from the main tomb to let the gatekeeper guard it, and seeing that others are about to break into their bedrooms to disturb their corpses, they will be mad at everyone, and this battle will not be good.

For this resentful spirit, Lan Zui was in a very complicated mood. In terms of friendship, they are friends and foes, not to mention that this resentful spirit once wanted to kill her; In terms of grievances, Lan Zui is naturally the party that is at fault, breaking the tomb of the dead and touching the dead man's weapon, this matter is in the eyes of the living people are all rats crossing the street and everyone shouting and beating, not to mention being hit by the dead master's house, this is not to blame if you don't fight to the death. But as a result of his desperate efforts, Lan Zui was entangled and lost, so naturally the three of them confessed in this fight, and they were all over the place; If he wins, the resentful soul will fly away, and Lan Drunk's doubts will never be explained. The sound of the rain was crying in her words, even if it was Lan Zui, a clueless bystander, it was difficult not to be moved, but you can imagine the bond between that rain and this resentful spirit back then. And what does that immersive dream mean to Lan Zui?

What's more important is that Lan Zui finally remembered why she felt that this resentful spirit had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

That painting, the painting she first touched out seven years ago, the painting hanging in her basement, the peerless beauty who was already familiar with every stroke and every stroke, and the posture of this resentful spirit was six points similar.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in the painting only showed most of his face sideways, and he was in a high position, and only used a few brushstrokes to outline the temperament of the country and the city, Lan Zui was afraid that he would recognize it at first sight.

If it weren't for the last glance that the wraith had glanced back at her as it left the passage, the angle was somewhat similar to that in the painting, and I was afraid that Lan Drunk would not have recognized it until now.

Seven years of heart-to-heart portrayal, intermittent dreams night and night, full of doubts, to solve these mysteries, the only way to solve these mysteries is this resentful spirit in front of him.