"Huh?" I was completely confused.

"In the palace in front of you before, you touched it once, I got in the way of everyone being there, and I didn't say anything about your face, how can you get an inch?"

I'm completely confused, I didn't touch it!

"I still don't admit it, you've been sticking to me so close since just now, it's not you, who else can it be?" Xiao Xiyue said.

I can't argue, I stick to Xiao Xiyue because I want to protect her, not to take advantage of her.

But Xiao Xiyue was really touched by someone? Then it is reasonable for her to suspect me, except for me, the other three people are relatives who get along with her day and night, and since entering the underground palace, I have been sticking to her.

But I didn't touch Xiao Xiyue's ass, I swear!

Suddenly, I screamed too.

Because my ass was touched too!

I turned my head and saw a miserable white hand growing out of thin air on the ground, and I didn't have time to retract it.

I didn't know what it was, but instinctively I stepped on it.

But it moved like a frog's tongue, and before I could step on it, it shrank away.

I took the kerosene lamp and lay on the ground, carefully illuminating the ground.

The ground is a whole black rock, there is no crack in the ground at all, where did that hand come from?

Ghosts do retreat, but ghosts can't touch people.

The feeling of that hand touching my ass just now was so real, it was definitely a living human hand.

And at this time, the little sharpshooter suddenly roared, and the battle was on alert!

They are all holding weapons in one hand and talisman in the other, covering each other back to back, and I am also holding a ghost golden sheep ink bucket in one hand and a hunting knife in the other, protecting Xiao Xiyue behind me.

The light of the two lamps was extremely faint, and now we were placed on the ground, and we couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly.

We can only see that the walls around us, even the top of the wall above and the ground under our feet, there are countless black shadows.

Those black shadows, in the shape of a man, in the shape of a beast, and in the shape of a human head and a beast body, are like the shamanic gods we have seen before on the relief pattern of the tower above.

Moreover, the shadows seemed to be moving, and their silhouettes were getting bigger and bigger, as if they were getting closer and closer to us.

The little spear made Uncle Nine free one hand and lit the torch.

Before we came in, we also prepared torches, but we didn't light them because of the lack of air circulation in the dungeon and the fear that lighting the torches would consume too much oxygen.

But now that the situation is critical, I can't take care of it so much.

Uncle Nine lit the torch, and the situation around him suddenly became clearer.

The dungeon palace we are in has become four walls with no exit, swallowing us inside.

And those strange-looking silhouettes of black shadows are getting bigger and faster at this time.

"These demons and monsters are coming out! There are too many of them! My goodness, I kind of understand, why this tower used to be called the Town Demon Tower, and the town below is afraid that the demons in Tashan Mountain. The old child said in horror.

"What are you afraid of, how many demons and monsters come, let the young master kill you." Uncle Nine said calmly.

But those demons and monsters did not come out, but just appeared on the walls and became murals.

And the appearance of the mural, which is the appearance of the previous dark shadow outline, there are people dressed in priestly clothes, monsters with human faces and beasts, and strange-looking beasts.

The moment they appear on the wall and become murals, they are all colored in an instant.

And their eyes were all staring at the five of us.

The current situation is so incomprehensible, I don't know what these things are and how we are trapped.

Unknown things always make people afraid, and even the little magic spears that kill countless evil spirits and ghosts are a little uncalm at this time.

Uncle Nine asked the old child to cover him, and then held a short sword in one hand and a torch in the other, and went to carefully inspect which murals.

"It doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, these murals are all dead." Uncle Nine said.

Hearing this, the little spear also freed his hand to pick up the horse lantern on the ground, and carefully observed a wall beside him, which was indeed just a mural.

No matter how vivid this mural is, a painting is a painting, and at a glance, you can see that it is a dead thing painted on the wall, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

The four of them walked to the murals on the four walls and picked at the murals with their hands, but nothing happened.

It's as if someone is playing some trick on us and deliberately scaring us.

"It's just this wall, why did it suddenly die? When we came in, there was obviously a corridor, but when we turned our heads, all the walls were sealed? Uncle Nine said.

"Aren't we going to be trapped here?" I asked.

The little spear sneered, saying that even if it was the Golden Horn King's mutton fat jade net bottle that was locked up for us now, he wouldn't want to trap us.

"Don't underestimate the skills of the people in the Liyuan Daomen." Said the little sharpshooter.

Then, the little spear asked Uncle Nine and the old child to take out three small wooden boxes from their backpacks, and the wooden boxes were powders of different colors, and then took out a piece of white paper, poured the powder on the white paper, and then gathered the white paper and kneaded it into the shape of a cannonball.

I'm familiar with the three different colors of powder, and looking at the proportions of their mixing, I also know what the little sharpshooter wants to do.

It is sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal, and these three things are mixed together in proportion, which is the soil explosive, and when the village wants to blow up the mountain, it uses this homemade soil explosive, as long as the quantity is large enough, the power is large enough.

But the white paper cannon in Uncle Jiu's hand is not as big as my palm, such a small cannon battle, with so little gunpowder in it, I am afraid that even a mouse will not be able to blow it up, and I still want to blow up the wall?

But the little spear made me feel a little calm, the dose of gunpowder was not enough, but the ability of the Daomen could make up for it.

"When I dress up, please ask the cannon god to come up and attach divine power to this cannon battle, even if the three walls are blown open." Said the little sharpshooter.

I nodded, and then while the little spear was preparing, I also walked in front of the murals and examined them.

The painting I'm looking at is a shirtless woman, her upper body is a human, and her lower body is dragging a black and yellow python tail, which is a snake woman.

I pinched my chin with my hand, and I felt that the snake girl's face was very marked.

But the snake girl's dark blue eyes, as if they had been staring at my face, made me feel a little furious.

In order to embolden myself, I teased the snake girl.

"Chick, give Uncle a smile." I said in a flirtatious tone.

"Haha! Brother Dahai, you are really an animal, and you don't even let go of the monster woman in the painting! The old kid said to me.

I turned my head and wanted to tell the old child that I was just joking, but at this moment, my heart was mentioned, and my blood instantly froze.

The snake girl monster in the painting actually really pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled at me!

I was frightened, and at this moment, several pale hands reached out from the wall one after another, and they were about to drag me into the wall!

"Help!" I shouted.

But it all happened so suddenly, and before they could arrive, I was dragged into the wall.

The moment my body touched the wall, I only felt as if the wall had suddenly softened, and it was sticky and slippery.

I'm afraid I'm going to die, I don't know what the hell is going on? What are these hands hiding in the walls?

The scariest thing is that I'm being dragged in now, and I won't be like them, and I won't be like them, and I will become a portrait on the mural, right?

Thankfully, I wasn't dragged into the wall, but to the other side of the wall and hit the ground hard.

I was so stumped that I got up and shook my head.

I don't know where I lost the kerosene lamp, but fortunately my backpack and hunting knife haven't been lost.

Remembering that there was still a fire fold in my backpack, I hurriedly reached for it and lit it.

But at this moment, a miserable white hand stretched out from the ground again, but this time it was not grabbing me, but directly picking up my backpack.

I was startled again, and out of reflex, I raised my knife and slashed at the hand.

This time, that hand didn't have time to dodge, it was directly chopped off by me, and then the severed hand fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of dark viscous liquid.

I stretched out my finger, dipped some, put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it, some of the scent of ink.

"What the hell is going on? What the hell is this thing? The mural became fine? I scratched my scalp.

But I seem to be sure of one thing.

When they approached the mural, nothing happened, but as soon as I got close, I was dragged away by strange hands.

Before, that strange hand stretched out from the ground and touched my and Xiao Xiyue's buttocks, but now it seems that it didn't want to touch the butts of the two of us, but wanted to snatch the backpack on my back.

In this way, from the time we entered the dungeon, all the anomalies were because there was something in my backpack that attracted their attention. ()

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