I took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows of his protection.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and when I walked in front of him, a man slowly moved forward.

When I walked out of his circle of protection, those greedy eyes in the darkness radiated a fierce light.

There was a ghost that could no longer be controlled, crying as a black mist and rushing towards me.

I was so frightened that I subconsciously wanted to back away, but before the thing could get close to me, I heard a terrible scream of despair in my ears.

The cry was only halfway out, and the thing exploded like a bulging blister.

The sound stopped abruptly, and the heavens and the earth suddenly became a dead silence.

His voice was cold, sounding behind me, like a demon awakened in a cold night for eternity, "I want to see today, who dares to touch the woman protected by this king!?" ”

This is not the same as his frivolity, full of arrogance.

By the time he said this, I felt that the shadows under my feet had receded, and the surroundings were even darker.

I looked up at the sky, only to find that the moon had just now entered a dark black cloud, and the red edge of the fur was even more eerie.

Like, this moment.

Together with the moon, they are afraid of a force, and the darkness of the eternal night is quietly covering a hundred miles, like welcoming the demon king who is about to descend in the night.

His voice was not loud, but in the darkness of the night.

Like a rising yin god, rampant and unstoppable.

And I don't know why, I always felt like two red lanterns lit up.

I only feel that the chill behind me at this moment is countless times more terrifying than the chill of the old ghost in front of me.

It's like the difference between the river and the sea.

And those two red lanterns I think are very much like a pair of eyes, reflecting a bloody color everywhere.

This feeling reminded me of the feeling of a pair of scarlet eyes coming out of the darkness when I burned the red paper figurines that my grandmother had worshiped last night.

I don't know what's going on behind it, but my neck is stiff and I can't turn around.

I felt my back tingle when I couldn't see it, and I had a knife on my neck.

And what was particularly ferocious was that the sound of a storm came from behind me as if it were in the desert, but when you listened closely, it was like hell.

Where is the rumor, it is the endless ghosts wailing and crying.

I wasn't paralyzed, but the lonely ghosts in the darkness nearby were scared mad.

One after another, the wails turned into black mist and rushed out to fill the sky, as if they couldn't bear it and seemed to be terrified.

Could it be that he created this kind of battle!?

He told me to go ahead just because he didn't want me to see some secrets behind him! But this great noise is like detaining all the ghosts of the underworld.

I was so cold that I found that my legs were frozen and stiff and I couldn't step out.

The old ghost in the Qing Dynasty shroud was verbose, but he floated at me with a straight face.

It's an old ghost for a long time, and when it floats over, the air is roaring and the air cannons are set off.

The yin qi and ink floated over, and the ghosts in my ears sounded again and again, as if I had gone straight into the underworld.

When he came to me, he stretched out his hand, and his hands were covered with corpses, and his nails were blood-red.

"Die!!"

With the little ghost's cry, I felt like I couldn't hold on.

His voice was trilling, low and frequent, back and forth, apparently from his rotten mouth.

I listened as if there were people echoing each grave, near and far, as if there were many things calling around me.