"Gather together, there's a new person coming in."

Wang Xun, who lives in the building, sent a message, and everyone in the apartment gathered in the middle of the hall.

It's an apartment, no one knows how long it's been around, only that it will lure in the shadows of people passing by and trap him in the apartment, and you're going to live here forever, and if you leave for 48 hours, you'll be killed by the shadows.

Blood quests will be released in the apartment at regular intervals, and you can leave if you survive 10 times.

For Qin Yang, this setting is not interesting, it is a low-level version of the Blood Curse Hell, probably a certain ghost who escaped from the Blood Curse Hell is unwilling to be lonely, and came over to open a copycat version to experience the feeling of being a big guy.

If it weren't for that Zhao Ming, he wouldn't have been interested in entering such a boring place.

However, the friends in this building seem to be quite nervous.

"Mr. Qin, although we sympathize with you, but the Scarlet Apartment is unsolvable, there is no way, you have to move here within 48 hours, otherwise you will be killed by the shadow!" The landlord Wang Xun was quite dignified.

"Is there such a thing?"

"Well, it's true, you must not joke with your own life."

"Don't worry, it doesn't have the skills."

Qin Yang is no longer excited, how many times, the fierce ghost, the big guy who defy the sky, the perverted curse, take turns to play, and the result can only be defeated, which makes God laugh.

He didn't have much hope for these imbeciles now.

"Huh, boy, you don't believe it? How old are you, I don't know how many years I've been here, how many arrogant children I've seen, and you're not one of you! ”

Zhao Ming was also in the crowd, and he seemed to be quite angry, looking at Qin Yang's gaze, he could breathe fire.

"You're so confident in it?" Qin Yang's eyes narrowed.

"It's not a matter of faith, it's a demon, it's an evil god from hell, this apartment is a product of the devil, no one can defeat it, no one ~~!"

Zhao Ming was crazy, desperately grabbing his scalp with both hands, looking quite crazy, and the few people sitting next to him all looked sad, acquiescing to Zhao Ming's words.

Alas~~!

With a long sigh, Wang Xun had a bitter look on his face, and said: "Mr. Zhao is right, I don't know how many years this apartment is old, as far as I know, only one landlord surnamed Li and a businessman named Jema successfully left, and the others are dead..."

A long history?

Qin Yang touched his chin and thought about it, maybe he guessed wrong, if the history of this apartment is relatively long, and even Jema came out of here, then it is possible that the Blood Curse Hell is a copycat, but this cottage is better than the original.

Since Jema is out of here, it's worth staying in this place.

Since you want to investigate, it is necessary to test its power.

On this day, he wanted to communicate with Zhao Ming to see if he could get some information about Zhao Sisi from him, but this guy seemed to have serious psychological problems, and he felt that he couldn't live for a few days, so he couldn't get through at all.

There is nothing else to do but show him that this apartment is scum.

The moonlit night is windy, there is a dead silence outside the apartment, the place where the apartment itself is located is not too lively, and at night it is even more lonely like a ghost street, and ordinary people dare not approach it at all.

"Mr. Qin, you're crazy, hurry up and come in!!"

Wang Xun stood on the edge of the apartment and yelled at Qin Yang, several people next to him were also so anxious that they jumped their legs, and some people sneered as if they were looking at idiots, including Zhao Ming.

It's almost 48 hours, and Qin Yang stands with his hands down, quite a bit of the momentum of looking at death as home.

"Alas, this man is a fool, he wants to find death himself, we can't control it!"

If the shadow wants to kill, it can't be approached, otherwise it is very likely that he will be affected and hang himself, so it is not worth dying, so even Wang Xun can only grit his teeth and scold his mother.

Finally, it was early in the morning.

Under the dim street lamp, long shadows were pulled out, like hideous ghost claws, as long as they didn't pay attention to it, they would lift people up and tear them into dozens of sections, and one such claw appeared behind Qin Yang.

The dark claws slowly crawled towards him, swimming little by little, eating away at his body, and finally wrapped him around him like a dumpling, and the last black shadow fell on his neck.

Click!

Everyone turned their heads, unable to bear to see this cruel scene.

Long...

Is it dead?

Everyone still couldn't help but look at it, and the blood faded from their faces in an instant, which was more terrifying than seeing a ghost.

Click, the neck is twisted to the left, boom, the neck is twisted to the right, the neck is twisted to the top, the neck is pressed down...

The ninth set of broadcast gymnastics begins...

"It's very comfortable, a little to the left, yes, yes, can the strength be bigger, haven't you eaten, hey, you're really, just say two sentences about you, as for leaving, it's not finished yet!"

This shadow is quite unprofessional.

So he went back to the apartment, and it stands to reason that the shadow was just a tool and had no complaints, but everyone present could feel its unspeakable resentment, because he had twisted the door on his way home.

It's like a child who has been scolded by his mother and runs to kick a lamppost, except for being able to fix the pain points of his feet, there is no benefit.

Alas!

Qin Yang sighed.

Sure enough, being a zombie is hard enough.

I'm so hard, Iron Man can't even bend it, is it possible for you to have a shadow in one mere piece.

"He, he's not dead?!"

It's going to blow up, and the group of hillbillies who have never seen the world are about to jump up, maybe it's incredible, and some people even twisted their faces to see if they didn't wake up.

Then they all gathered around, looking at their burning gaze, as if they wanted to do human experiments on him.

There were a few women who were particularly excessive, and they had been pinching his body since he entered the apartment, shouting in amazement as they pinched, how could it be so hard, and some began to blush.

Qin Yang roared in his heart.

You're red, I'm a zombie!

This night was a special night, although Qin Yang was weird and didn't say anything valuable, but they all agreed that there was a solution to the blood word, and there were people in the shadow who couldn't be killed, and they only needed to do one thing.

Become a tough guy, so hard that the shadow can't bend it, and they'll be able to leave the apartment.

This is a naïve dream, because they can never be hard, and even if they can, they will not be as hard as Qin Yang, because they are Death Zombies plus Hades-level European Qi.

This day is also the day when the mouth is cracked.

Zhao Ming was finally willing to speak, but he took Qin Yang to a black café far away, and then he dared to speak: "Zhao Sisi is indeed my daughter, but..., but she doesn't belong to me." ”

"So weird?" Qin Yang was stunned.

"Yes, she was born to me, but not my child, for she belongs to it..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ming held his head in both hands, and his face was hidden in the palm of his hand.

"That demon took possession of Xiaolian through me~~!"