Suddenly, a chill rushed to my whole body, this person knew by looking at his appearance that he was a practitioner, my small body was not an opponent at all, not to mention that there was a thing that was not a person or a ghost by his side.

I held my breath and didn't dare make the slightest sound. His eyes were fixed on the man's next movements, and what he was holding in his hand was a candle with a green flame, the candlelight shrouded his face with a ghostly atmosphere, and the woman on the side set off, these two goods were not good.

The man frowned and looked in my direction, his face full of doubt, as if he couldn't make up his mind.

Although I trembled a little, I was calm on the surface, and I didn't make any noise. I silently recited Amitabha Buddha in my heart, hoping that this buddy would leave soon.

Then again, who the hell is this man, and how many people are here? I don't know anything about him.

For a long time, I thought that the original opponent was the organization of the nine major families who wanted to resurrect that person, but after arriving in the undersea city, the whole thing changed, Yang Xiaoqi had destroyed the conspiracy of those people after five years of calculations, and the leaders in it had been killed and injured, and originally thought that the matter was over, but who knew that there would be a ghost cliff of the Yellow River in the future.

We came here, but we were hunted down even more unbelievably, and this time the opponent seemed to be even more powerful and terrifying than the Nine Great Families. If you think about it, maybe the original Nine Families themselves, or even 'that person', could have been taken advantage of.

It's complicated, but in fact, these ideas are flashes of lightning.

The man was getting closer and closer to me, and I hid on the beams of the room, and quietly retreated a little deeper into the darkness. As mentioned earlier, there is a large space on the roof here, with staggered beams and ropes hanging from the corpses like spider webs all over the roof. People are very good at climbing on it.

I retreated lightly to a place where the man could not see, lowered my body, and did not dare to make a sound.

Don't mention that nervous feeling, for fear that one of them will be caught by that person and made ghost food if he is not careful, this is not a joke.

After a few minutes or so, the man still didn't look at me, and finally muttered a word and left. Watching him climb out of the window, I finally settled down.

After a slight pause, he came to the dark passage on the floor from memory, and looked inside for a while, it was pitch black and invisible.

I had already made up my mind, and I barely stopped walking inside.

The staircase below the tunnel was good, and it was all wooden, as I had guessed, and there was a horrible thump when people stepped on it, and even though I tried to control my steps, the sound kept coming out. I guess the wood here must have been treated with special treatment, otherwise it wouldn't have been.

The passage is dark and narrow, giving a sense of oppression. Walking alone in it, there is always a feeling of being followed, which is very weird and terrifying.

There are no other dangers along the way, and at the very bottom of the staircase is a stone corridor that leads flat ahead.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the walls on both sides finally became more and more wide, and the surroundings also changed.

There were marks on the stone wall, and when I looked closely, they turned out to be knife marks. The traces are very clear, it seems that they have just been left, and there are still a lot of blood stains on the ground on one side, and the amount of blood is shocking and meticulous.

I felt a shock in my heart, I don't know who was so badly injured.

Next to the blood water is a knife, Miao Knife. The blade has been broken in two, and the blade is full of gaps, which should have been left by cutting on the bluestone.

I picked up the broken knife and looked at it, it was the Miao knife of the flying mirror. The situation seemed to be not good, and I was terrified and anxious. I didn't dare to delay any longer, and walked quickly towards the aisle.

Broken knives, bloodstains, knife marks, and all kinds of signs are not difficult to find out what happened here in the first place.

Because I was anxious about the comfort of Yang Xiaoqi and others, I only cared about the road and didn't care too much about the changes around me. It wasn't until there was a broken bridge in front of me that I woke up suddenly.

Busy looking around, only then did he realize that he had walked out of the corridor just now, and he didn't know when the surroundings began to become wider.

Looking around, the flashlight was limited, and I didn't see where the edge was, so I couldn't see how far away it was.

I don't know why, but I actually smelled gunpowder here.

The flavor is light, but it's still not easy to ignore.

I thought about it, came to the broken bridge and looked around, the ground was scattered with stones, and the traces at the broken point were very new, and I understood it after thinking about it again. The bridge was blown up.

The distance of the stone bridge being blown up is seven or eight meters, and it is impossible for ordinary people to jump over it, and if they take a detour, they don't know where they will go. I couldn't make up my mind, and I glanced at the scene under the bridge, good guy, it didn't matter if it was pitch black, there was still a cold wind blowing up below.

Now I seem to have only two options, one is to go back the way I came, and the other is to do a detour.

It's obviously impossible to go back, and when things come to this point, even if the Hades Palace is in front of them, they have to break through. It's just that this thing can't be brutal, and the detour will definitely not work, because no one knows how big this place is, and if you get lost in the end, it will be bad.

I took a second look at the other side of the bridge, hoping to find a place where I could hang a rope, so I made a flying tiger catch myself, and thought of myself as the past.

But after looking at it for a long time, I couldn't find a suitable place, and when I was about to make a detour, I suddenly found two stone beast statues on the opposite bridge. It's a bit far away, and it's hard to see what kind of animal the statue is carved in, but that's not my concern.

The volume of the stone statue should be five or six hundred catties, as long as I find something strong here and link it together with a rope, so that I can climb along the rope to the opposite side.

After looking for a while, I finally decided to lock it in the crack on the bridge deck with a carabiner, and then hang one end of the rope on the carabiner, and the other end on the stone statue opposite. It seemed like the best way to do it, and while it sounded like something about the Flying Tigers, I knew I could do it.

Time was of the essence, so I didn't make any more stops.

I found a suitable long stone, and then used my ability to set pheasants when I was a child, tried several times, and finally got me right.

After tugging, the strength of the rope is acceptable.

With that in mind, I started to move my muscles and prepare to climb along the rope to the other side of the broken bridge.

This is a mountaineering rope, but I'm not afraid that the bloody plot on TV will be broken, what I'm worried about is my skills.

Gritting my teeth, I threw the backpack over first, and then I started to climb on top of the rope. Such a short distance, it can be done in less than a minute. I have emboldened myself.

What I didn't expect was that the moment I climbed onto the rope, I suddenly felt a chill behind me, and suddenly I felt a strange force pulling me up.