Intense corrosion pain, filled with a fishy smell, Jiang Qingming's fingers disappeared in just a moment, and only the white bones were seen.

The ring flickered and flickered, Jiang Qingming endured the severe pain, and looked at her fingertips sadly, I am afraid that she will not be able to recover in this life.

The ring suddenly tightened, pulling the root of her fingers, as if to point her in the direction, the blood on her hands did not stop, Jiang Qingming gritted her teeth, took out a clean dress in the ring, wrapped it on her hand, the friction of the cloth, Jiang Qingming snorted in pain, and cold sweat came out at once.

His fingers were pulled to change directions, and Jiang Qingming galloped all the way like this, and the pursuers who ran for dozens of kilometers still did not give up.

Jiang Qingming gradually felt powerless because of excessive blood loss, her lips were white and scary, and everything in front of her was ghosted.

"Hell." Jiang Qingming called lightly.

The ghost looked at her worriedly, Jiang Qingming barely squeezed out a smile, and said weakly: "Trouble you, follow the direction of my finger." ”

The ghost understood, put Jiang Qingming on his shoulder, and continued to gallop forward.

"Your Excellency."

The pursuers behind hesitated to ask the leading man.

A sneer broke out on the man's ordinary face, his hand stretched out in the air, and the people behind him stopped one after another, "You stay here, I'll go by myself." ”

"Adult ......"

"Don't worry." The man sighed and chased in Jiang Qingming's direction.

"Hell, are you okay?" Jiang Qingming asked worriedly.

It seems that there is no one chasing after it anymore, do you give up?

"Hell, stop!"

The ghost stopped hesitantly, put Jiang Qingming down gently, and looked at the red clothes on his hands with a distorted expression.

The pulling force on the fingers is getting stronger and stronger, and the surrounding scenery is like a dead place that is still and does not move, exuding a cold atmosphere, Jiang Qingming looked at it vigilantly, his fingers were numb, but his head was extremely clear.

With her extraordinary eyesight, about a kilometer away, it seemed to be a stone pier, and the place where the ring wanted her to go was that place. It seems that the pursuers have really given up on them, but Jiang Qingming still doesn't dare to be careless.

"Hell, let's go."

"Hmm." The ghost helped her pacing.

The closer she got, the more confused Jiang Qingming became, those stone piers she originally thought were not so simple, one end was slightly warped, and the two sides were semicircular, from the shape of the shape, it was more like a coffin?

And it's so dense? Jiang Qingming's scalp was numb, and her steps slowed down.

"Mom?" The ghost looked at Jiang Qingming, who was pale, with a puzzled expression.

Jiang Qingming swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her nervous legs trembled, she had always been afraid of these things, but now that she saw so many coffins, her legs were almost rubbing the ground step by step.

After arriving, Jiang Qingming was even more sure that those were coffins, and looking at the clean and dust-free appearance on them, it seemed that someone often wiped them. The ring, called Zizun, suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance, and for a moment there was a restless sound in the sarcophagus.

The ghost curiously beat it over and looked at it, and all the sarcophagi flew up.

Jiang Qingming exclaimed briefly, and almost every sarcophagus crawled out of a person dressed in white with a pale face.

Their movements were stiff, like zombies, their eyes were hollow, and their throats made a strange sound of "whirring" under the light of the purple ring.

Jiang Qingming kept retreating, those people kept approaching, the ghost felt Jiang Qingming's fear through the contract, and became angry for a while, and the thick vines attacked those people flexibly like eyes.

How did they know that the moment the vine attacked past, their speed became surprisingly fast, and none of the ghostly vines actually worked.

Secretly scolding Ziling's bad idea, Jiang Qingming looked at this pile of living dead people in fear and wanted to cry without tears.

"Master." Just when Jiang Qingming thought that there was a hard battle, those people who had no emotion actually knelt down in front of her and called her the master?

I sweated in my heart, and I was also glad that it showed that these people were not zombies, so ...... Jiang Qingming cleared her throat, hurriedly stepped forward to help them up, and said, "I don't know what you call them." ”

The man who was supported by Jiang Qingming said: "We are the seventy-two ghost generals who guard the Netherworld. ”

Jiang Qingming nodded in distress, their voices were so unpopular, so he asked, "How long have you been ghosts?" ”

The man thought for a moment and said, "I don't know how long I've been dead." ”

"So, are there many entrances to the Netherworld?"

The man stood expressionless for a long time, and then replied, "There are thirteen entrances that I know of, and I don't know if there are any changes now. ”

Jiang Qingming really didn't know how to speak, and asked depressedly: "Then ...... you" pointed to the sarcophagus not far away.

"We Netherworld naturally have a unique way of cultivating, we can hold our breath, the place we guard is called the Living Tomb, and the outsiders are called the Living Tomb, and the most correct explanation for this name is that none of the living people who pass through here can live."

This time it was a slightly shorter male who answered, and he was not a few years older than Jiang Qingming at this age, and he was a little popular when he spoke.

They thought she was their lord, and it was probably the purple ring on his hand, the ring named after Ziling......

A light flashed from his mind, Ziling, Zizun, Zizun ring, artifact master, and also the master of this netherworld?

Who is Ziling? Jiang Qingming became more and more curious.

Her face remained unchanged, she herself was going to the Netherworld Capital as Ziling said, and it was a good thing that she could enter it smoothly now.

There was one thing that she never discovered, Ziling was not familiar with her after all, but she believed it without any doubts.

The person Jiang Qingming helped up seemed to be their leader, and with an order, everyone returned to the sarcophagus where they lived, and at the same time infused their magic power into the sarcophagus, all of which were circled in a certain order, and the hollowing in the middle left the exit of the Netherworld.

Netherworld!

Thank you for the support and reward of the male god 112, thank you for your click, good dreams.