"Telling me everything now, and saying you're going to take everything from me, don't you think that will only make the curse spread more endlessly?"

He didn't answer me, his head drooping lower and lowered: "Maybe the curse can't stop at all...... As long as you, Yang Yun, are alive, the curse will never end. ”

Looking at the corpse on the ice bed, I didn't answer, I sat down against the ice bed, if what he said was true, then the most terrible person was never someone else, not an old German man, not a mysterious person who robbed the organization, but me, it was I who brewed all this.

Tsing Yi strategist Yang Yun, the cold-blooded monster who proposed to kill the deformed fetus, and the Shura who brewed the bloody case, but just got "eternal life"?

Even if I knew, what could I do?

"Lao Yang, you are so self-conscious, I will be with Minsheng...... Waiting for you in hell ......! His head drooped lower and lower, and almost instantly, his whole body collapsed, his muscles atrophied rapidly, leaving only shriveled skin to wrap around his body, and finally turned into a pile of white bones in a coat.

I jumped up in shock, obviously one second I was a living person, and the next moment I became a white bone, who can accept it?

The group of ghost-faced people around them knelt down in unison, like those ice sculptures, their hands folded, as if in prayer.

It turns out that he said that he is a ghost who does not see the light of day, and it is not all an exaggeration.

The pile of bones suddenly moved, and my scalp suddenly went numb, and my feet went limp, and I almost tripped over myself. In a few seconds, an ice-blue insect flew out of it, and reluctantly circled around the pile of white bones several times before flying into the puppet.

This is the Underworld, it is like a cold and arrogant god of death, which can make Li Yuehong survive for decades, and it can also make him turn into a white bone in an instant, for him, this may be a relief.

Gently picked up his bones and placed them on the ice bed, these two people, one died for "me" and the other died for "me", if you really want to say, no one should go to hell except "me".

The Ghostface's prayers continued, and everyone seemed to be a devout believer.

Leaning on the edge of the ice bed, he put the doll at his feet, and unconsciously danced with the dagger in his hand. I was the only one left, and I suddenly knew so much "truth", but I didn't even have a person to explore, and everyone was driven away.

I'm Yang Yun, a strategist in Tsing Yi? Grandpa and grandma are all fake? Eternal life? Curse?

If so, then who is lying in the jade coffin of the Lishan Underground Palace? Dressed in battle armor, with a soul bell and a seven-star dagger in his hand, he is clearly the Tsing Yi strategist in the dream.

The prayer stopped abruptly, the ice bed shook, and gradually sank, and with it, all the ghost-faced people stood up in unison, approached me, and surrounded me in the middle, with nowhere to run.

Suddenly, the alarm bell sounded in my heart, and although they kept calling me "master", the purpose was still to take away the puppet and dagger in my hand.

The soul bell and the lacquer box were snatched away, and I won't say much, first, I don't know how to use it, and second, it seems that there is still a risk, and if it's gone, it's gone, but dolls are not the same as daggers.

"Li Yuehong is dead, do you still want to do it?"

Everyone's movements stopped, and they seemed to be a little at a loss, and the ghost-faced man at the head stood up and paused: "This is the master's own will, even if you break your legs, or kill you, these things must be sealed here." ”

I mean?!

Did "I" have foreseen in the beginning that one day these things would be brought back to light? What a scheming this is?! set up a game, closely followed step by step, and finally pushed yourself into hell, all of which "I" had already arranged?

Standing up, he pretended to bow his head and pat his pants lightly, jumped up violently, and kicked the leader with a flying kick.

The first rule of Yang's law: If the enemy does not move, I will move, and the first strike is strong!

Suddenly, all the hesitation and helplessness of the ghost-faced man were swept away, and he punched and kicked me, protecting the puppet in his arms, and holding the dagger in his right hand was a random stab. These are puppets who live in the predicament arranged by "me", and do not want to hurt them if they can.

The second rule of Yang's rule: If you can't do it, run away!

There are many of them, although their skills are uneven, but they can't take too long with them, not to mention that they just kicked me to death.

As soon as he kicked out and knocked down the two barely capable "creeps", he tripped and fell to the ground again, and only by brandishing a dagger could he stop them from approaching a little.

"Meow !!"

A black shadow, like lightning, rushed out of the darkness and bit the neck of one of them, and the blood spilled directly on me.

Ayo?!

"Bluff......!" It crouched in front of me, making a threatening voice at the circle of ghostfaces.

laughed, I couldn't help but feel a little glad in my heart, and then kicked the candle away, and the whole ice fell into darkness, and the cold touch was really like walking in hell.

Ayo is blind, the darkness has no effect on it, and to me, everyone but myself is the enemy.

In an instant, a familiar feeling swept over, and it seemed that it was not only me and Ayou who were fighting, but also Baili, Sissy, and Gu Fei...... It seems like everyone is fighting with me.

Reason tells me that I can't fight. So he just shuttled through the crowd of ghost-faced people, occasionally throwing a few punches and kicks, and then began to retreat to the edge.

Ayo's speed was ghostly, and his frenzied attacks caused wails to echo throughout the ice cave.

However, I still made a mistake, the darkness was the same for everyone, they couldn't see who their opponent was, and I couldn't see what was in front of me, and as I was crawling along the edge, I accidentally touched a live block, and my feet were empty, and I immediately rolled down.

At first, I fell vertically for about two or three meters, and before I could catch my breath, I rolled up the stairs several times in a row to get to the end.

It was also pitch black inside, but the temperature was obviously much more normal, and I sat up with my teeth bared and my head and tail bones covered, sticky fluid oozing from my forehead, and I didn't have to think about it to know that I must have broken my head again.

The change in temperature couldn't help but make me shiver a few more times. A rotten and stinking smell suddenly filled my nostrils, and there was no light source on my hands, so I didn't know what kind of place this would be.

Standing up, subconsciously hunched over, touching the wall and going inside, the wall is very flat, it should have been repaired manually. Either way, let's find anything that lights up first.

What is it?

I kicked a ball-like thing under my feet, picked it up and touched it a few times, it was cold, still hollow, like a bowling ball, with a few holes...... Thinking of this, a stirring spirit suddenly threw it out.

Fuck me! Human skulls!