The blood rushed in one direction like ants attracted by the sweet smell.

This change is not trivial, and I look at the beard and know that things have changed, and I can't afford to think carefully about the change in my blood at this time. He looked at the beard and chased it to the place where the blood flowed.

The blood on the ground was spreading rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already four or five meters away from us. Because after all, it is a blood line, and it is not very obvious under the light of the flashlight, and I am afraid that I will lose it.

Still, the beard is really reassuring at this time. He reacted quickly, and almost chased after him the moment the blood line rushed out.

I followed him closely, and what I didn't expect was that after less than ten meters of distance, the bloodline stopped, and a figure was quickly drawn on the wall on the left.

The blood was flowing straight to the wall, and it looked incredible.

I looked at the bloodline figure on the wall, and I was extremely nervous. Because it looks like a woman's figure, the most terrifying thing is that this thing is still moving.

To be exact, it is the bloodline that is constantly moving, and it is changing into various postures.

The beard slapped himself hard, and he didn't know whether he was stupid or blind. Turning back to me, he said, "Looking at the thing, it should be a blood spirit, I think I might just be fascinated by this thing."

I swallowed, didn't dare to continue staring at the figure, turned my gaze to the beard and asked him, "What is the blood spirit, is it difficult to deal with?" ”。

Beard nodded and said, It is very difficult to kill this thing, because there is no entity, unless special means are used, I am different from Feijing, I don't know how to deal with it.

Those words now sound like announcing that we are dead. I was terrified and secretly anxious at the same time.

Feijing, your uncle's. Called Lao Tzu this place, is it for me to come and find the dead?

I kept greeting Feijing's family in my heart, and at the same time, my brain was also thinking about countermeasures.

The figure seemed to know that we had spotted her now, and began to change positions and run away. But no matter how much she moved, she was surrounded by the blood.

That's enough for us to capture where she is.

I asked Beard what is a blood spirit?

Beard said that this was a kind of ghost that was killed by Miao Jiang's secret technique, in other words, the soul of a zombie that was killed. After the baptism of the blood pool for seven hundred and forty-nine days, you will become a blood spirit. He is best at confusing people's minds, and can make people see what they are most afraid of.

But. He continued, "However, it seems that this cultivation has not yet reached home, because what we see is only the painting on the wall, not the so-called illusion. ”。

As he spoke, the beard kept moving with the bloodline of the human pattern of the siege. The excitement of looking at him is far greater than the horror. Maybe for this kind of person, the vitality will lose its own meaning if it is not stimulated.

The oddities on the walls are finally unraveled, but we're faced with an even more mysterious event.

I asked if this thing could be killed, or sealed or something?

Beard said, it's hard. It is almost impossible to use special means without special means.

I asked him what special means were?

The beard looked at me and said, "For example, use a charm to freeze her in place, or use a cinnabar pen to draw a sigil or something." Plus, there's blades stained with your blood. ”

I guess that last point of his life must have come to him on the spur of the moment. If it weren't for the fact that he saw my blood to make this blood spirit manifest, he would never have said that it would have been my blood to work.

Hearing him say this, my head was also hot, grabbed the Miao knife in his hand, and grabbed the palm that I had just scratched, and suddenly the whole Miao knife turned bright red.

I don't know if it's because my blood is sticky, or if it's because the knife is too inferior. It was always the blood that stuck to the blade of the knife, and it didn't stay for a while.

I looked at it and felt like a game, so I pushed my beard and said, "There's a play, brother, you can rush forward boldly." I'm here to cheer you on. ”。

As he spoke, he jerked him towards the figure, and the beard stretched out his hand, but did not fall, and slashed it with a flick of his hand.

I watched intently, only to see that the blood line had been cut open for a while, and then it was intact again.

At the same time, there was a constant stream of bleeding from the wound on my palm. The blood rushed into the distance, I looked along, and was dumbfounded for a moment, only to see other figures begin to appear in the corridor in front of me, and the blood was still lingering, just for a moment, I felt dizzy.

It's bad, it's the result of too much blood loss.

I secretly screamed bad. It's better to think about what to do next.

Beard also saw these changes and scolded. shouted: "Find a way, run." ”。

Seeing that his hand qi knife didn't look like a machete or something, I knew that his method would definitely not work.

But now it's impossible to run. This is the hallway, where we can run.

I ignored Beard's words, and pondered how the Flying Mirror would deal with the spirits I had told me. This is a kind of ghost without a corpse, and I remember he said that if these souls want to attack humans, they can only cling to something, otherwise they will not be able to harm us.

The same, as long as they are attached to the body of an object. We can kill Him by destroying what He is attached to.

Now these blood spirits and ghosts are not attached to anything at all, which means that they don't really want to harm me and Beard. The reason why they are here to make trouble for us may be forced to do so. Or is it that they don't have any consciousness at all, and everything they do has been arranged?

Well...... I think I have a lot of sense in what I'm thinking.

Hurry up and tell Beard to stop slashing at the blood-threaded figure, and we'll treat it as if nothing happened, as if these things didn't exist.

The beard didn't look like I was joking, and he stopped the knife in his hand. Ask me why. I repeated what Feijing had said.

At this time, the beard showed his old nature. I saw him frown deeply and said: "There is also a third possibility, these blood spirits are simply covering up, maybe it is not them who caused this ghost to hit the wall, but someone else." These are just here to distract us. ”。

What he said is not right, to distract us, that is also on the premise of knowing that we can see the blood spirit, otherwise we can't see it, how can it distract us?

So I think it's artificial, and it's a game set up by someone we know. This person knows that you have the judge's finger, and guessed that when you encounter a ghost hitting the wall again, you will think of using blood to solve it. We'll see the blood spirits and ignore the 'ghost' that really prevented us from finding Room Three.

Who could it be? I asked.

Beard thought for a moment and said, "I guess there is only one person who can know your past so well, and know that you must think of using your own blood." ”

"Who?" I saw the beard's eyes sharpen.

He clenched his fists vigorously, and two words popped out between his teeth - "Flying Mirror!" ”