Including the fine ghost corpse transformation, it is very likely to be the masterpiece of the King in Yellow.

The news of the evil ghost being killed may also reach the ears of the King in Yellow in a short time.

No, this place is not suitable for long, and I must hurry up and leave.

Thinking of this, I asked the red dog: "Before I came, except for the fine ghosts, you should be the strongest people in this layer, right?" ”

I've seen the skills of the red dog and the men before, although these people have not experienced systematic cultivation, but their fists and feet are quite heavy, and their reaction speed is quite good, they are all good fighters.

Red Dog nodded respectfully: "We are all the master's staff. ”

Staff, you might as well just talk about the minister.

I patted Red Dog on the shoulder: "I still have some things to do, or that sentence, before I come back, this layer will be managed by you." ”

Then I pointed to the others present: "A few of you are here to help. ”

Without waiting for anyone else to say anything, I cast a concealment technique and disappeared again in plain sight.

You know, the technique of concealment, sometimes it's really quite bluffing, just imagine, if there is one who can disappear in front of you out of thin air, and can also appear behind you without you noticing, the key person can easily take your life, you say it is not scary.

It's like what, it's like an ordinary person encountering a terrible ghost, you know that this ghost does exist, but you don't know when it will come back to you, from now on, whenever you are alone, you will be so nervous that your liver trembles, and you always feel as if there is a pair of eyes staring at you behind you.

We can't talk to the people of this world about rules and morals, and if we want them to obey willingly, the best way is to give them fear and dominate them with fear.

Having concealed myself, I left the clearing and continued due east.

The men in the clearing fell to the ground again, and I walked far away, and none of them stood up. Even though I've said that the rules that the ghosts still made no longer apply, they still crawl.

To be honest, with my perception of myself, a person of my personality is not suitable for others to be the leader at all, because I hate unequal dialogue methods very much, but there is no other choice at the moment, if you don't equal, it's not equal, if you want to change the rules of the game in the dark world, then you have to stand at the top of the rules.

After another two or three hours, I finally found an entrance to the next level on the eastern edge of this level.

Originally, I thought that the connection between the two floors should be a secret passage or a hole, but I didn't expect it to be a broken road that spiraled downward, and as soon as I got close to this road, I could smell the smell of old blood.

It was layers of blood covered together, and the special smell of the lock was extremely pungent, and I felt dizzy and dizzy after just two breaths.

It took me a while to get used to the smell at the top of the ramp, and then I picked up my spear and walked deeper into the darkness. 、

With all that I learned, I'm going to change my plans now.

Before, I had planned to avoid the inhabitants of the dark world as much as possible, and go straight to the deepest layers to get a glimpse of the Shadow Brotherhood, but now, I decided to find Bafont on this level first, and see if it should be killed, kill it, and if not, I will sneak out and sneak into the next layer without a sound.

Given that the ghosts have turned into evil spirits, I suspect that Bafute may well have become something inhuman.

If the King of the Yellow Coats wants to completely control the entire underground world, he must give the Ghost and Bafante a power far beyond ordinary people, and only the fear caused by such power can permanently dominate the inhabitants of the underground world.

The deeper you go down the circular ramp, the stronger the smell of blood that fills the air.

It's as if the middle layer of the underworld itself is a huge pool of blood.

When I reached the bottom of the ramp, the fluorescent light floating in the air turned a faint pink, not pure pink, but a dirty pink like diluted blood.

By this time I could faintly hear the roars coming from afar, and the sharp sound of the fighting each other.

In the darkness at a considerable distance from the ramp, it seemed that a terrible fight was taking place.

I stood at the bottom of the ramp and took a closer look at the situation in front of me, there were few intact buildings on this level, and there were not many sheds that obscured the view, except for the low ruins of the walls, and the armor covered in blood and polished weapons.

At the extreme of the eye, a messy figure was moving rapidly, and the fluorescence in that area was closer to the color of blood, as if the flying blood mist had re-impregnated the color of light.

The shouts of killing also came from that position.

Seeing this scene in front of me, I couldn't help but frown.

This place is simply a large Shura field.

Seeing that there was no one nearby, I pressed my steps down the ramp and carefully figured out the world of darkness and blood.

At first, the road was relatively easy to walk, but gradually, sticky blood appeared on the road, every time I pulled up the soles of my feet, I felt like the soles of my shoes were covered by glue, and I forcibly lifted my feet, which would inevitably make a loud noise, and I had no choice but to take off my shoes, tie the laces together, hang them on the shoulder straps, and then move forward barefoot.

As I passed by the ruins, I noticed that there were obscene figures behind almost every short wall, mostly men with tired faces, but also some women with exceptionally strong physiques.

The men seemed to have just experienced a long fight, and were now hiding behind cover to rest.

They seemed to have reached some kind of tacit agreement not to attack each other, but once I tried to make a noise near the short wall, they all picked up their weapons and watched warily in the direction of the sound, but if anyone dared to enter their shelter, they would be killed together.

But at the same time, these people hate each other.

The rules of the game in this world are indeed a bit incomprehensible.

I didn't stay in the ruins for long, and after checking the situation in general, I walked towards the place where I shouted to kill the earth.

I had noticed that each of the people hiding behind the short wall had a thick cushion draped over their shoulders, and at first I thought it was just for warmth, until I saw the people who were fighting, and realized that it was not a mat at all, but a soft-bottomed mask made of scraps of iron and nets.

All the masks were made to look like sheep's heads, and nearly half of the people who killed each other on the battlefield wore masks, while the rest were bareheaded, and when the bareheaded people killed the masked person, they would put the mask on their head and attack those who were not wearing a mask.