The tip of the sword glistened coldly, and it was about to stab me in the neck.

I gritted my teeth and pushed to the side.

The sword plunged into the wall, and the blade grazed my neck.

I felt a tingling pain in my neck, which was clearly already hurting.

However, the side of my head that I was trying to do just now still avoided the vital point, and the current injury is just a flesh wound.

I tilted my head and sat against the wall for a long time.

My body didn't move, but I was slowly getting lucky, adjusting my breathing.

Finally, I was able to act.

I slowly reached out and pushed the sword around my neck away, then slowly got up from the ground.

I touched my neck, and as I expected, it was just a skin wound, and now the blood was dry.

I breathed a sigh of relief and began to examine the woman.

I've always wondered why this woman died all of a sudden, when she could have killed me.

Upon examination, I found that she had a huge wound on her heart.

The wound seemed to have been blown open by something, and it was tearing.

On the edge of the wound, there are traces of charms.

I checked, and although there was only a small half of the spell left, I could surmise that it was used to self-destruct.

For example, the Assassins of ancient times, fearing that if they failed to assassinate, they would reveal their identities, so they would hide a poison in their mouths. When it comes to a critical moment, he will bite the poison and commit suicide.

And this woman drew a self-destructing charm on her heart. As soon as you feel that you may fall into the hands of the enemy, you will activate the charm.

Then the spell exploded, bursting her heart.

The woman regained her freedom of movement at that moment.

She wanted to kill me with her sword, but her life was passing so fast that she knew she couldn't do it, so she simply roared and warned Dustless Mountain.

I frowned: "Since she committed suicide, is the information she told me before true?" ”

"Dust-free Mountain, is it really in a dust-free place?"

Intellectually speaking, a man who is determined to die will not tell me the truth.

But I put myself in my shoes for a moment, and the woman's information may be true.

But when she told me the information, she wanted to survive, so what she said was true.

But after saying that, she found that she still couldn't escape death.

Or maybe she couldn't tell where Dustless Mountain was, so she simply committed suicide.

I sighed and walked slowly down the steps.

I've been exposed, I can't stay here for long, I need to get out of here.

The woman punched me at the end, and it hit the vital point, and I'm still a little weak.

It's a lot of work on this step.

At first, I tried to climb the steps, but later, my body became more and more bent, and I simply climbed up with my hands and feet.

When I got back to the room, my first thought was to get out of here.

However, when I walked to the door, I suddenly remembered something: where did Bai Zhi go?

I turned around, looked at the empty room, and whispered, "Bai Zhi, are you still there?" ”

Nobody paid any attention to me.

I wondered a little: Did this guy slip away? It can't be so unrighteous, right?

But when I think about it, it's not impossible.

Bai Zhi is such a person, what can't he do?

I muttered as I thought so.

I sighed: "Forget it, it's easy to do things without this burden." ”

However, as I was about to reach the door, I heard a small voice say, "Hey, you can help me." ”

This is the voice of the white stop.

I was slightly stunned and asked curiously, "Where are you?" ”

The voice said, "I'm on the wall." ”

"On the wall?"

I looked at the wall in confusion, and there was nothing on the wall, no soul, not even a shadow.

I thought I had misheard, and then I realized that something was wrong with the mural on the wall.

On that high mountain, in the majestic palace, a group of evil ghosts gathered.

These ghosts were all whispering and talking to each other.

But now, they were gathered in groups of three or five, all staring at a corner.

And in the corner, there is a figure.

The man was holding his legs, looking afraid.

And looking at his figure, it is clear that he is white.

"Bai Zhi, this guy...... Hiding in a mural? But the point is, how did he get in? "I wondered.

At this time, I saw a bloody fingerprint in the corner of the wall.

The blood has not yet dried completely.

Could it be ...... Bai Zhi got in through blood?

I bit my finger and tentatively put a bloody fingerprint on it.

However, nothing happened.

I thought about it, and I was out of my body again.

My soul came out of my flesh and put blood on it.

This time, I felt that the heavens and the earth were turned upside down, and the wall in front of me became an endless abyss, and my soul fell involuntarily.

With a thud, my soul fell into the hall.

"Hey, hey, another one in." I heard a sneer not far away.

I looked around and saw a group of ghosts staring at me with malicious intent.

And Bai Zhi in the corner looked at me like a relative.

I hurriedly walked over to him.

The two of us crouched together, nervously looking around.

I complained a little and said, "How did you get to this kind of place?" ”

Bai Zhi also looked helpless: "I don't want to come in either." When those two cultivators came just now, I was forced to come in and have no choice but to come in and try it. ”

"I didn't expect it to work so well. After I came in, I managed to dodge it, and the two practitioners didn't notice me. ”

"You don't know. The male cultivator was very suspicious. He's made a lot of laps here, and if not there's a suspicious smell here, he almost found me. ”

I asked him, "How do you know you can come in and paint?" ”

Bai Zhi sighed: "In the past, there was a painting in our house, and the soul could enter it. It is said to have been handed down by a painter in ancient times. Just now, I also had the intention of trying it, so I printed the blood on it, but I didn't expect it to succeed. ”

Bai Zhi said with emotion: "If you can come in, they are all painted by ancient painters." Those painters are not only top-notch painters, but also top-notch practitioners. It's very rare. ”

"In that case, it's worth a fortune. Someone actually made this kind of painting into a mural. Isn't this a tyrannical thing? ”

Bai Zhi shook his head as he spoke, commenting incessantly.

I looked at him a little puzzled: this guy ...... It's so good to fit, right?

When I didn't come in just now, he looked trembling, why did he act so calm after I came in?

I said to Bai Zhi, "Dude, let's stop studying painting first, let's study how to get out of this ghost place first." ”

Bai Zhi sighed: "What you said makes sense. ”

I said, "Since you have a painting like this at home, you should know how to get out, right?" ”

Bai Zhi coughed dryly: "Well...... I don't really know yet. No, I knew before, but now I forgot. ”

Before the words fell, the surrounding ghosts became impatient, and gathered towards us one after another, looking like they were going to eat people.