"What about Nangong Yao?" Yang Fan's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip water, he looked around and made sure that he didn't find Nangong Yao's shadow, and then he was sure that Nangong Yao had really disappeared.

Disappeared right under his nose.

"How did it disappear?" exclaimed the gluttony in disbelief, apparently stunned by the sight before him.

"Don't you even have any sense?" Yang Fan asked with a gloomy face.

Tao Tao shook his huge head and said, "No, but Nangong Yao was still with us before, how could he suddenly disappear under our noses?

Yang Fan nodded with a gloomy expression, and then quickly searched for Nangong Yao's whereabouts around.

But it was not found at all.

Nangong Yao seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, without a trace.

Yang Fan's heart was also beating drums, and this situation was too weird.

However, since Nangong Yao disappeared, the second half of the night has been calm, just like that, the night has passed, the day has come, the darkness has dispersed, and the entire huge death castle is still standing in the sky, but it has a little more vitality.

Yang Fan sat on a stone bench in a large square, looking at the gloomy sky, the underground world, which has not seen the sun for many years, and this castle of death is like a closed world, he tried to fly out of the sky several times, but unfortunately it was unsuccessful, there is a strong prohibition to protect the entire castle.

Yang Fan touched his chin, and couldn't help but think of the strange scene of Nangong Yao's disappearance last night, which made Yang Fan very uneasy and apprehensive in his heart.

"The time during the day is a little better, there is no particularly weird place, it's just quiet and terrible, and at night, all kinds of bull gods and ghosts will appear"

Gluttony shook his head and said, "Some things really can't be taken as common sense, and the origin of this castle of death is also worth pondering."

Yang Fan touched his chin and stopped talking, but turned around and walked outside, looking for a way out.

The huge castle and the criss-crossing streets seem very complicated, but unfortunately there is no way out.

This ancient castle also seemed to have turned into a mysterious labyrinth at this moment, trapping Yang Fan to death in it.

Yang Fan touched his chin, his eyes flashed with the light of wisdom, he didn't know what he was thinking, and finally he chose to go deep into the depths of the Death Castle.

Night had fallen again, and cold and darkness had enveloped the sprawling, ancient, gloomy castle.

This was the second night Yang Fan had entered the Castle of Death, and he was vaguely uneasy in his heart, always feeling that something seemed to be going to happen tonight.

Yang Fan walked aimlessly on the lonely streets of the ancient castle alone, and his shadow was very long.

Da-da-da-da!

The horse-like sound sounded again last night, Yang Fan's expression was shocked, and he quickly chased after him.

He tossed and turned through the labyrinthine castle of death, finally finding the place where the sound was coming from.

He saw a shadow shrouded in darkness disappear into the night, unable to trace the footsteps of the being.

"What is it? It's been two days in a row, but I can't see my true face?" Yang Fan's face was a little gloomy.

Yes!

At this moment, a terrible scream rang out in another street, like a terrible ghost crying.

This time, Yang Fan heard it very clearly, the sound seemed to be made by a human being, and it lasted for a long time in this huge castle of death.

"Could it be that someone else has come in?" Yang Fan was surprised, and quickly rushed in that direction, and finally came to a square.

Truly, abruptly!

The gloomy voice came from the depths of the square, and in the deepest part there seemed to be a pair of cold and resentful eyes staring in his direction, revealing the cold and gloomy to the bone, and vaguely with endless resentment and hatred, Yang Fan's body was cold, and those eyes made him feel a little familiar.

"What the hell?" Yang Fan felt a little creepy, he quickly rushed forward, but he didn't find anything, everything just now seemed to be an illusion.

"Is it because I'm dazzled, or is there really nothing?" Yang Fan rubbed his head, feeling very puzzled, under this highly tense and uneasy environment, he felt that maybe he was really hallucinating.

Yang Fan turned around and was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped, shrugged his nose slightly, smelled a trace of blood, he searched around, and finally found a trace in a dark corner.

"A line of small characters written in blood" Yang Fan's face changed, I don't know if this means anything? I don't know if this blood word was written countless years ago, or was it written before the scream?

Yang Fan felt that he might really have to grasp some clues, he looked down at the small words carefully, but his face darkened.

"Master, go back in style"

That line of blood words had a ridiculous meaning, Yang Fan was so tired in his heart that he scolded loudly, "Fuck, this is the font that which bastard left here, isn't it a pure heart pit father?"

Yang Fan stood up scolding, turned around and was about to leave, but he suddenly stopped, and his expression changed.

"Master, let's go back in style.................. Why are these words?" His face became very solemn, and memories came to his heart, in the ancestral land abandoned by the Chaotic Ancient Ancestor Emperor, he had found a clue to the Chaos Demon Ding, but he was taken first.

And at that time, the bastard left a small line of words.

Lord, go in style!

How could Yang Fan forget?

"I.fuck, is that bastard here?" Yang Fan was very surprised, and at this time he forgot about the fact that the bastard had taken the lead in the chaos of the world, and he was only excited, because obviously the handwriting was written by one person, and it should have been written recently, because that bastard could not be a person from countless years ago.

Yang Fan quickly left this square and searched for the whereabouts of the bastard in the castle, but he didn't find anything at all, which made Yang Fan very helpless, and had a somewhat terrifying thought, could the scream before be from the bastard? Did he suffer a misfortune?

Yang Fan's expression suddenly became solemn, at this time, he heard the sound of da-da-da again, this time the sound was very urgent, it came from a street next door, Yang Fan was surprised, turned around to look, and just saw a black mist rushing forward, the breath was very familiar, it was the mysterious existence that he had chased twice before.

"I, fuck, I was found by Lao Tzu, I have to find you this time"

Yang Fan bared his teeth and quickly chased towards the mysterious existence.

Eight small worlds floated under his feet, Yang Fan exerted his speed to the fastest, just to chase after the mysterious existence, and soon he saw a black shadow appear in front of him, and the sound of dada da came from it, but the speed of the black shadow was too fast, and it disappeared in a street.

Yang Fan's face turned completely green, and the tracking failed again.

Yes!

At this time, a terrible scream came from the street in front of him, Yang Fan quickly rushed over, and soon came to the place of the incident, in the street, only a large area of blood, still not dried up, it was definitely a person who had just died, because he had been to this street, and he had not found anything before.

"Someone, there must be someone who has entered the Castle of Death, what is it here?" Yang Fan's heart became more and more solemn, and suddenly at this time, he felt an eerie aura coming from behind, he quickly turned around and looked, and saw eleven ghost soldiers wearing black armor and holding sharp Hango appeared behind him.

The aura of that group of ghost soldiers was very terrifying, and they were all wrapped in dead air, as if they had rushed out of hell.

Yang Fan's expression changed greatly, and he retreated quickly, and at the same time, his heart was full of horror, was the owner of the pool of blood just now killed by the ten ghost soldiers?

Yang Fan looked at the ten ghost soldiers as if he were facing a great enemy, but the ten ghost soldiers walked quickly towards the front as if they didn't see Yang Fan.

"What's going on? Can't they see me?" Yang Fan was puzzled, following the ghost soldiers all the way, gradually going deeper into the castle, a strange scene appeared, first after another, Yang Fan found six or seven teams of ghost soldiers patrolling around, and even in the square that he came to with Nangong Yao yesterday, there were ghost soldiers patrolling, but yesterday there were no such strange things.

Yang Fan has been following these ghost soldiers, and they can't see themselves anyway, and at the same time they are thinking about what kind of existence these ghost soldiers are?

But Yang Fan didn't notice that the ten ghost soldiers' originally dim and godless eyes suddenly flashed with a gloomy green ghost fire, and suddenly the ten ghost soldiers stopped, and the Han Ge in their hands was raised, and a terrifying attack towards Yang Fan was attacked.

"What?" Yang Fan's face changed wildly, and his body instantly retreated, but the ten ghost soldiers surrounded and killed him.