Wang Yong was silent for a moment in this complete darkness, and then leaned against the wall and walked forward. The endless darkness of the pen "Fun" www.biquge.info makes it easy for people to indulge in endless fantasies until they run out of energy and fall into a long sleep in the cold.

Wang Yongning calmed down, didn't say a word, and walked forward like this.

Turn right in the hallway.

As Wang Yong walked forward, he couldn't help but think of Yumiji's delicious flesh under his blue uniform, and in the darkness, his desire began to grow, why didn't he seize the opportunity when he sent her to the rental house?

Every part of him felt.

Turn right in the hallway.

Wang Yong continued to hold on to the wall and turned to the right.

In the distance, there was a small light, if it was bright and dark, like a glimmer of light leaking through several layers of window screens.

The desire that came like a surging tide disappeared without a trace in an instant. His thoughts couldn't help but fly to the warm island of Hawaii, where a certain girl in red was smiling at him, with beautiful ear outlines, but in an instant she turned into a skeleton with a broken neck bone.

The empty eye sockets seemed to attract Wang Yong's mind.

Wang Yong continued to move towards the light. As soon as I took a step, the image in my mind disappeared.

Fade away.

The corners of Wang Yong's eyes jumped, and he forcibly squeezed the image out of his mind. He didn't expect that he had just taken a little soul aura from Jun Watanabe's body, and he would be affected by his illusion so quickly.

After a while, Wang Yong finally walked to the wooden door that shone a little light.

The light shone faintly, but not enough to see where it was. And behold, there was a door, a door that I had never seen before.

Not bad, as she said. Wooden door with number plate on the door. But the numbers were illegible, the light was too weak, and the cards were dirty. In short, this is not a dolphin hotel. The Dolphin Guesthouse would not have such an archaic door, and the quality of the air was different. What kind of smell is this? It tastes like a scrap of paper. The light flickered from time to time, presumably candlelight.

Wang Yong estimated that he had arrived in a certain space of the former Dolphin Hotel, he stood silently and knocked on the door, the sound was very loud in this absolutely silent space, and as sluggish and cold as death itself.

Wang Yong waited with bated breath.

Then, there was a rustling sound, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. Something stood up from the ground. Footsteps sounded. Approach slowly.

"Click-click-" The sound of slippers mopping the floor, something coming, "but not people", Yumiji said.

As she said, it was not the footsteps of people, it was something else, something that did not exist in reality—and yet it existed.

Wang Yong felt that his whole body was tense, this was probably the first time he had faced a creature that he didn't fully understand.

The footsteps stopped, for a long time.

An extreme cold flowed up Wang Yong's spine.

The sheep man knew that it was not Watanabe Jun who came.

Silence, silence. Wang Yong knew what he had to do, before there was no parasite, the sheep man should be just an ordinary senile half-human, half-sheep creature. Wang Yong speculated.

"Alaho Cave Open!" Wang Yong said to the ordinary-looking wooden door.

The door nailed with worn wooden bars slammed open, sending up countless clouds of dust and waste paper.

Wang Yong fixed his eyes and looked inside.

This is the sheep man's room, slender and long. A window is opened at the end, but a plank is nailed to the inside. It has probably taken many years since the wooden board was nailed. The floor was full of old books, old newspapers, and clips of old materials.

The sheep man looked at Wang Yong's face through the flickering candlelight. His huge figure swayed against the wall, an enlarged figure.

The eyes in the mask were bottomless, as if they had eyes, but they looked like a blind man with their eyes gouged out.

"Faint!" Wang Yong shouted. The Curse of Death is not enough for him to use it yet.

A crimson light flew towards the sheep man.

The sheep man sat there motionless, allowing Wang Yong's spell to hit it, and there was no response.

The red spell struck him like an ordinary physical attack, sending up a cloud of dust.

The sheep man looked at Wang Yong and said, "Before you came, didn't you know what kind of place this is?" Only those who have a heart of death will enter here. ”

The faint candlelight in the room swayed wildly as if it had been blown by a strong wind, shaking and distorting the shadows of the two on the wall, getting weaker and weaker, and the light in this small room became smaller and smaller. It was as if it was about to plunge into icy darkness.

Wang Yong felt a great sense of trepidation, as if only this candle could emit a faint glow in this kind of space.

Then he saw the sheep man pounce on him like a big eagle, he grew his mouth under the robe, and then Wang Yong felt that his life force was constantly being drawn out.

His powerful magic was of no use at the moment, he felt that he was aging, tired, and did not even have the strength to raise his wand.

He could already feel the sheep man's wizened arms clenching against his throat, unable to breathe.

His half-human, half-sheep face peeked out from under his burqa.

Seeing this, Wang Yong couldn't help laughing intermittently: "Ha~cough~he~"

There was a perverted pleasure in that mocking smile, for him the intangible was terrifying, and the tangible was tangible no matter how terrible it was.

When he saw the sheep man's face clearly, the cold from the bone marrow suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he felt the breath in his body again.

There are still so many girls waiting to taste it for themselves in the future, but they can't die in this cold death world.

Wang Yong violently struck away the wizened old man's hands. With a hard kick of his right foot, the sheep man rolled into the corner. Aside from his mystery, he's just an old monster who is half human, half sheep.

The candle was slammed over, and the light began to half-light and half-dim, but it ignited the dilapidated Hokkaido sheep materials everywhere, and it burned brightly.

The sheep man fell to the ground, but his mouth was still wide open, and the white breath of life continued to flow out of Wang Yong's body, but Wang Yong didn't care, his body was shrouded in bright red light.

"You!" The sheep man's eyes widened in horror: "Evil human, you actually have mastered ......"

Wang Yong laughed wildly, pulled out a long sword stained with silver-white blood from the space, and walked forward quickly.

"No...... Don't ......" The sheep man stepped back in horror, even though there was a burning fire behind him.

Wang Yong rushed over, grabbed the sheep man's neck and lifted him high, and the long sword stabbed him in the chest.

Zizi, that is the sound of the sheep man's flesh being constantly burned by this long sword.

"Cough~cough~" The sheep man's thin hand grabbed Wang Yong's coat, and black blood gushed out.

In the flames, he died.