The ghost butterfly burned Lao Li to ashes, what role can this wooden door in front of him play. But all we can do now is close the wooden door.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, several of us worked together. The door was slammed shut, and I hurried away from the main hall and stood far away.

Through the thin window paper, you can still see the ghost butterflies dancing everywhere in the hall, and the sky is full of them.

I was immediately worried, can this ghost butterfly, which can even be burned into powder, be able to block it with the thin silk-thin window paper?

"Uncle Zhao, let's run." I took Wang's arm and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, this ghost butterfly is only a threat to living things, and this thin piece of window paper is enough to block them. The remnants of their burning yang energy in the human body have no effect on some wooden windows and doors. Uncle Zhao explained unhurriedly.

I can't help but sigh that there are no wonders in the world, and there are such butterflies. After shaking my head slightly and sighing, I pulled Wang Kawaii and continued to walk along the blue brick avenue in front of me.

"Yang Xiuyuan, this Hades Palace has passed, we can still go there." Huzi asked in a whisper with a little panic.

"I'm afraid we're going to come to the end." As far as I know, the last place in hell is the Reincarnation Division, which is responsible for the reincarnation of ghosts.

The inexplicable chill that struck him again as he spoke. The interval between this time and the last time was noticeably shorter, and the chilling feeling was even stronger. Where this coldness came from, I still know as far as I can imagine.

In front of the smoke, an ancient bluestone bridge appeared. At a glance, this ancient bridge makes people have an inexplicable sense of gloom, and the dark front is not visible, but the whole ancient bridge is clearly not far away for some reason. The area around the ancient bridge is pitch black, and the whole picture is like a strange bridge with an ancient charm painted on a piece of black paper.

The flashlight was getting darker and darker, and everyone looked at the ancient bridge in front of them and muttered in their hearts. Should I go, or I should not go. But reality will always give you some multiple-choice questions with positive answers, and if we don't move forward, what choice can we have.

Curiosity, horror, nervousness, all kinds of moods, like a five-flavor bottle overturned in the stomach. In desperation, I had no choice at all, so I stepped on this ancient bridge.

After stepping onto this ancient bridge, the scene in front of us at this time was completely different from what we saw when we were outside the gate in the distance. The smoke in front of me was foggy, and I couldn't see the distance of a meter in front of me. It's not an exaggeration to say that we can't even see the teammates next to us clearly, and we can only see a rough outline at the moment.

On the smoky ancient bridge, we lined up vertically hand in hand, I walked at the front of the line, behind me was Uncle Zhao, and Huzi and Wang Lovely followed.

The bluestone floor on the ground creaked in our feet from time to time. I don't know if it's a scene problem, or because of other problems, at this time, the creaking sound from the floor comes to the ears, which is unusually ugly, and people can't help but feel furious when they hear it.

I stretched out one arm to explore the way forward, and the other arm pulled Uncle Zhao behind me, so I slowly took small steps forward and moved.

Suddenly, the hand stretched out in front of me seemed to touch something, and the fog was so thick that I couldn't see what it was. But I felt the cold of the thing in front of me like an ice cube, and I quickly withdrew my hand in fright.

Uncle Zhao behind him felt a sudden tremor all over his body, and asked suspiciously, "Xiaoyuan, what's wrong?" ”

"I think I just touched something." I whispered back.

"Don't panic yet, take a closer look at what it is?" Uncle Zhao reminded in a low voice, such a small voice, as if he was afraid of alarming something.

I whispered, "Hmm! After a sigh, he slowly stretched his arm forward again, tentatively shaking from side to side.

"Strange!" I whispered.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Zhao behind him asked.

"How could this not be touched?" I put my hand in the general direction I had just taken before. But after some fumbling, I didn't touch anything, could it be that I had a delusion just now?

I knew very well in my heart that what I had just touched was so real. At this time, my hand still felt cold, but for some reason, it was indeed gone.

I struggled to open my eyes wide, trying to see more clearly, and the fog in front of me was still unrelentingly blocking in front of you. I was just about to take a step forward when suddenly a ghostly chill swept over my body again.

"It's windy, it's so cold." Huzi's trembling voice came out from behind.

It seems that everyone has felt this chill, but no one can say the reason. At this time, the mood went up and down after touching that cold strange thing.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, we've come here, and there's no way around it, we can only continue to move forward slowly. I still stretched one arm forward to explore, and the other arm held Uncle Zhao's hand behind me, but I just didn't take a few steps forward.

This time, it wasn't that I touched anything, but that my hands were clutched at by a pair of cold hands. A biting chill suddenly welled up all over my body, and the panic made my brain numb like electricity.

"Zhao... Uncle Zhao.. What is my hand made of... Something caught. "With a white brain, I can't control my speech system normally at this time.

"What?" Uncle Zhao asked in surprise, and after speaking, Uncle Zhao behind him threw away my other hand.

There was smoke all around, and I didn't know Uncle Zhao's intentions at all. Vaguely, I only saw a figure rushing up from behind me, and I recognized it as Uncle Zhao at a glance.

Before I could figure out what was going on, suddenly the cold hand that grabbed me in front of me. It dragged me forward, and I was almost dragged to the ground.

"Huzi, hurry up and help hold Xiaoyuan." In the thick fog, only Uncle Zhao's shouts were heard from the front.

Immediately after, the collar behind him was grabbed by someone, and I knew that the one behind me must be Huzi.

"Yang Xiuyuan, what's wrong?" Huzi's panicked voice came from behind him.

I tugged back hard, and the hand that grabbed me pressed against each other. "Huzi, pull it back." I almost burst my voice.

Huzi may not know the situation yet, but when he heard me screaming like this, he hugged me from behind and hugged my waist. Pulling back hard, Wang Kawaii also grabbed my other arm.

Suddenly, there was a pain in my arm that was about to be torn apart.

A strange scream came from the fog ahead. The cold hands that were holding me suddenly let go.

Although I didn't see what it was, but with this oozing cry, it was enough to frighten the three souls out of their bodies.

"Xiaoyuan, be careful, there's something." Uncle Zhao's shouts came from the mist.

Hearing Uncle Zhao's shout, his heart suddenly became numb, what was it that he encountered just now? How could there be a feminine object here, by feeling, it should have been a human hand that grabbed me just now. Human hands can't be so cold, will it be zongzi or corpses.