Letting these people stay where they are and find a place to hide, Shang Yan took Liao Jin to the depths of this layer.

The iron knife used by the headless strong man was held by Shang Yan in his hand, which could be regarded as a temporary weapon, after all, the iron hammer used for carpentry was really a little less powerful in battle.

This iron knife is half a meter long and a fist wide, and the body of the knife is rusty, but the blade and tip of the knife are abnormally sharp.

Shang Yan only felt very comfortable in his hand, facing the darkness around him, and the confidence in his heart increased a lot.

All the way deeper, the corpses in the aisle gradually increased, and Shang Yan even saw the corpse of a police officer whose hands and feet were torn off, which seemed to be the police officer who disappeared immediately after entering the Rizhao Building as Zhao Xianglu said before.

They were all brutally murdered by the monsters in the building.

Shang Yan's face was solemn, no one knew how these monsters appeared, if the source of these monsters could not be curbed as soon as possible, it was estimated that the longer the time dragged on, the more troublesome the entire Wencheng would be.

Shout!

A sound of wind struck, Shang Yan had already taken precautions, and directly slashed out, although he didn't know any knife skills, but with enough strength to use the wood-chopping style is also very lethal.

The rotten monster that rushed towards him couldn't even get close, and was directly split in half by Shang Yan with a knife.

Poof!

A large amount of blood fell to the ground and there was a splash of water, all from the rotting monster that had been cut down by itself.

However, the situation did not end because of this, a large number of black shadows roared, and they were not afraid of death at all, rushing towards Shang Yan and Liao Jin with the trend of successive servants, Shang Yan stabbed one by one, but he still fell into a disadvantage.

There was no way, the number of the other party was too much, and he couldn't cut it with just a knife.

"Liao Jin, hurry up and put the tombstone on the ground." Shang Yan shouted.

Liao Jin immediately stretched out his hand and smashed the tombstone in his arms to the ground, and in an instant, the whole tombstone was inserted into the concrete floor by him.

Bang bang bang!

The white light on the surface of the tombstone flashed, and the black fog dissipated in an instant in the area within a radius of ten meters, and those rotten monsters all flew out involuntarily, and the place was emptied for a while, and it was safe again.

The tombstone he brought over this time was a product carefully selected by Shang Yan from the tombstone shop, and the evil attribute was undoubtedly very suitable for him to use when dealing with evil spirits.

The tombstone effect enveloped the area, and the black fog disappeared, but the rotten monsters that had been knocked out of the air rushed back again.

Without the visual interference of the black mist, Shang Yan became quite easy to deal with these rotten monsters.

Don't look at these rotten monsters are vicious and terrifying, but in fact, their combat power is not much higher than that of normal people, and the only thing to worry about is the nails on their hands and the toxins on their bodies.

After a fierce battle, although all the rotten monsters were eliminated, Shang Yan's body was full of colors, all of which were claw marks.

Fortunately, the effect of the small rejuvenation charm and the well water of the moon worship well is powerful enough, and Shang Yan can be regarded as having suppressed all the injuries without danger.

"Let's go, keep going." The self to be pasted was covered with small rejuvenation charms, and Shang Yan once again embarked on the road of progress.

And Liao Jin pulled out the tombstone vigorously and hurriedly followed.

……

"Mmmmmm "Mmmmmm

A large number of humans hung in the air, their bodies densely tied with a large amount of white silk, their limbs and mouths were all gagged, and they could only make a sound of struggle.

The ceiling here had somehow broken a large hole in the ceiling, and by standing below, you could look up directly to the third floor, where the fallen cement blocks had piled up a cone-shaped pile of stone on top of the ground, filled with burning cloth-wrapped sticks.

"Ahem, hurry, hurry, hurry." The white-faced man who had been watching the Rizhao Building from the top of another building with Mrs. She and the others stood on the third floor, bowed his head, and shouted to the second floor through the big hole.

Meet more than a dozen expressionless men and women walking around the conical stone pile on the second floor, looking as if they are arranging something.

Directly above the cone-shaped stone pile, an iron coffin hangs in the air, the coffin body is strangely shaped, there are coiled dragons and crouching tigers in the corners, and nine white candles are lit above the coffin board, exuding faintly visible white gas.

The white-faced man stared at the iron coffin, his eyes full of solemnity.

This time, the ghost door in the Rizhao Mansion was opened, and their Sanyin Hall had an important matter to complete, and the iron coffin in front of him was a very important part of the plan, and he was personally responsible for it.

After a while, the men and women began to pull out the innocent staff who were bound by white silk, and then dragged them to the side of the cone-shaped stone pile one by one, and stuck their bodies in the burning sticks.

Suddenly there was a wail in this place, and although those people were bound by white silk all over their bodies, they still shouted at this moment.

The wooden stick is not an extraordinary object, and the moment it comes into contact with the human body, it begins to automatically absorb the blood of the sacrificial body that is strung by itself.

The innocent staff bound by the white silk began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wooden stick that had ingested the blood began to burn more vigorously, and wisps of white smoke rose straight up, all of which drilled into the suspended iron coffin.

With the absorption of white smoke, the suspended iron coffin began to shake inexplicably, but this amplitude was not very large, and it seemed that the amount absorbed was not enough.

The white-faced man shouted directly to his subordinates below, "Go and catch some more people." ”

Hearing this, his men immediately walked out in all directions, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

……

With an iron knife in hand, Shang Yan really had an unimpeded journey, and any rotten monsters he encountered were solved with knives, and there was nothing that could be his opponent at all.

This couldn't help but make Shang Yan feel a little strange, could it be that all monsters just hung their strength like this? It's too weak.

If it weren't for the black fog interfering with this place, it is estimated that the police outside would have rushed in to deal with these rotten monsters.

At the same time as Shang Yan was strange, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in front of him, and he hurriedly threw the peace charm over to illuminate the road ahead.

In an instant, he saw several white-clothed men and women who were as white as paper walking towards him slowly, and seeing that they didn't look like rotten monsters, Shang Yan asked out loud, "Are there only a few of you left in your company?" ”

However, the other party did not mean to respond, and was still moving unhurriedly.

Liao Jin said: "These people don't feel right. ”

Shang Yan clenched the iron knife, obviously already vigilant.

As he got closer and closer to the other party, Shang Yan finally saw the appearance of these white-clothed people clearly, and Shang Yan was taken aback.

I saw that the eyes, noses, and mouths of these people were all extremely flat, without any three-dimensional sense, and they were actually drawn with a pen!