I felt like I had inhaled a lot of smoke sticking to the black charcoal, clogging my nasal passages and making it impossible to breathe. It's like being poured into the body with asphalt, and the more you breathe, the harder it becomes.

was about to be pinched by the lampman and fainted, Lao Song took off his red robe, covered the lampman's head, dragged the lampman, the lampman roared, waved his arms and pierced the brocade robe, one exploded in Lao Song's abdomen, and the other fell out.

"Roar, roar!! Is that all you can do? ”

The lamp man was covered in flames, and two fireballs were raised in his hands, like the fire man in League of Legends dancing. The fireball hit the ground,

"Puff, puff, puff."

I touched my throat and lay on the ground, "Yi Long, criminal dealers are those who catch criminals, take criminal things, and get money in a proper way." ”

Yi Long smiled and snorted, "That's you, how can this sin thing be sold for a good price if it doesn't absorb much sin energy?" I'm just recharging this sinful thing, and a few people are dying, it's just a necessary sacrifice. ”

The lamp man turned his head and glared angrily at the few people at the scene, "Hehe, stay in my bloodthirsty blue picture as the person in the painting." ”

In an instant, the lampman spewed out a black liquid from his mouth, drenching the top of the pavilion, and two fireballs spun in his hand, igniting the surroundings.

The lampman laughed maniacally, and stomped hard under his feet, and several of us were like ants, shaking our chests and vomiting blood.

At this moment, Du Liniang held a long sword and stabbed the door of the lamp, "Don't touch my husband." The lamp man flashed sideways, dodged, shook his body, twisted like a hemp rope to tie Du Liniang, Du Liniang struggled, and the lamp man became more and more constricted like a fairy rope.

Lao Song jumped up with a carp, looking for a wooden stick to beat the lamp man.

Yi Long's neck clicked and twisted 180 degrees towards Lao Song, and the lamp oil stuck to Lao Song's face with his mouth, scorching Lao Song and wailing.

Looking around, looking at the people lying on the ground around him, the lampman took out the green oil lamp and recited a spell, turning the sky dark.

"Hurry up, he's sucking souls!" The old man lay on the ground and gasped.

"Hey, it's late." The lampman let out a maniacal laugh.

It's over, it's over, it's here. I thought to myself.

Du Liniang covered the two blood holes on her body that were interspersed by the lamp man, and faintly leaked white bones and rubbed them on the ground. Crawling towards Lao Song, black blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he shouted in a low voice, "Husband, husband." ”

Just when the lamp man urged the green oil lamp to shake and keep shaking, the old man broke his black oil lamp, drank the lamp oil, and pounced on the lamp man.

The old man turned his head and roared, "Go down the well." ”

The old man here was covered in green fire, and his body turned into a withered black wick, entangled the lamp man.

"Old man, don't, let's go!" I cried.

The old man's face burned gradually, like a skeleton on fire, and his voice was hoarse, "Chen Ke, I really didn't lie to you this time, remember to buy a few more cases of wine for my old man!" ”

Here, I helped Lao Song to walk to the well, but Lao Song reluctantly held Du Liniang's hand.

"Old Song, hurry up." I tore Du Liniang's hand away, trying to push Lao Song down.

"Chen Ke, let's go, I can't support it." Over there, the old man spread on the lamp man, and the lamp man kept pouring the oil from the green oil lamp on the old man, pouring the old man into a prostration.

"Oops, you let me go."

"Brother Chen, you go first, leave me alone." Old Song, who was stronger than me, pushed me into the well, and the old man and the lampman over there turned into a huge fireball, violently hitting everywhere, like a violent chemical reaction before the explosion.

With a bang, the well buckle turned red, and a fireball fell into the water. I saw that it was Lao Song who went down the well with Du Liniang in his arms.

I pointed at Lao Song to express my anger.

Lao Song hugged Du Liniang, his eyes were full of pleading, so he had to find the exit first.

Thirty meters to the left, there is a stone gate. I pushed open the stone door with great difficulty, and a burst of white light hit my eyes, and I fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, he choked on water.

When I looked up, only the flashlight that had fallen before I came was still lit. It was still the same table, the oil lamp on it was extinguished, and the bloodthirsty blue map was gone, only a little ash. Presumably destroyed.

I woke up the old Song next to me, "Old Song, old Song, wake up and everything is over." ”

Lao Song opened his eyes and looked at me, his face was still covered with black water spit out by the lamp man, and he said hoarsely: "Brother Chen, Brother Chen, Du Liniang is fine." ”

"Old Song, how can there be any Du Liniang, it's a painting, and it is impossible for the person in the painting to come out."

"No way, I took her hand and came out, she must still be alive." Old Song was unkempt and wept in the stone room.

"What about the old man, what about the old man." Lao Song waved his hands and asked me.

"Dead, all dead, he should die with Yi Long."

"Impossible, impossible, Brother Chen, you tell me this is a dream, we are still in the painting, and everything will start over again tomorrow."

I threw the oil lamp on the table at Lao Song, "Lao Song, it's all over, Du Liniang is just a person in the painting, and the old man is just a talking corpse." They were all dead. ”

"I don't care, I don't care, they're all still alive, I still want to have a poem with Du Liniang, and I want to drink with the old man." Old Song cried heartbreakingly.

Chen Ke wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pulled up Lao Song, and lay down in the ventilation tunnel.

The way back was extremely difficult, not that there were still any difficulties and dangers waiting for them, but they hadn't walked for a while, and when they remembered the scene when the three people came in, they would be so painful that they couldn't move forward.

After a few hours, the two finally came out of the cave and got into the car. The two of them packed their clothes, sat in the front and co-pilot, and watched the river flow for thousands of miles, and no one could say a word.

Lao Song kept tapping the steering wheel, Chen Ke patted him and handed him a cigarette.

This is the first time Lao Song smoked, not only smoked, but he also remembered Lao Han and Du Liniang, and tears flowed on his face.

The sun gradually set, Lao Song and Chen Ke drove back to the hotel, and the three of them had a celebration banquet.

Chen Ke told Gao Yimu and Lao Yu about the destruction of the bloodthirsty green map.

The three of them sat in the dining room and ordered a table of dishes, but no one had any appetite. Just keep drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking.

The waiter walked over. "How many of you are there, sir?"

Chen Ke stretched out his hand and compared it to a five, "five people".

At three o'clock in the evening, everyone fell asleep, and Chen Ke woke up Lao Song, "Lao Song, wake up, wake up, Lao Song, wake up and go to a place with me." ”

"Brother Chen, where are you going so late?" Old Song said in a daze.