Three days after the death of dozens of ghosts in one day, there was another tragedy in the capital, and in one day, ninety-nine human beings died at the same time, and unlike the ordinary ghosts with low cultivation before, there were many high-ranking high-rollers in these ninety-nine human beings, but almost all of them died instantly, without the slightest effective resistance, and the state of death was different, but they were all extremely miserable, and no matter who they were, they would write the same sentence with their own blood before they died-

"All will die! Everybody is going to die!"

For a while, people were panicked, but because of the inner city transaction that was about to start, no one wanted to leave the capital at this time, so they basically hid in their guest rooms, whether it was eating or sleeping, the sword never left half an inch by their side, and even more people did not dare to sleep at all, for fear that they would never be able to open their eyes again if they closed their eyes tonight.

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Chu Lie sat in his room, the green umbrella was placed next to the table, breathing slowly, but the pair of black pupils were already full of blue-gold sword light at this time, and the small guest room could be called a three-step kill, and an alchemy sword was arranged on the ground in a unique way, forming several sword formations in the five-sided sword scriptures, and these sword formations were connected to each other, turning into a three-talent sword formation, and the killing aura became stronger and stronger.

But even so, Chu Lie couldn't really calm down in his heart.

An opponent who is evenly matched with him dies silently in the guest room next to him, this kind of thing has no way for anyone to settle down, in a sense, this matter can be called a dance with death.

"Whew~"

Gently exhaling a breath of turbidity, Chu Lie put the Dawn Holy Sword horizontally in front of his knees, his palm lightly rested on the hilt of the sword, his eyes calmly looked at the void in front of him, the sword qi flowed from the dantian into the Dawn Holy Sword, and then returned from the holy sword, forming a whole, and with a movement of his mind, he could draw his sword and cut everything in front of him in an instant.

However, the night was uneventful.

When Chu Lie walked out of this guest room slowly with a sword, there were not many people in the entire inn at all, with a strange sense of decay, calmly asked the boss for a breakfast, Chu Lie sat on the table and ate calmly, but even at this time, his right hand was still tightly clasped with the Dawn Holy Sword, and gradually there were drinkers and residents around him who walked out of the guest room, glad each other that they were still alive, and after careful calculation, no one died.

"Hahaha...... It seems to be the same type as the previous ghost death, probably revenge or something, right? It's over......

An old man with pale hair leaned his neck and drank a large bowl full of wine, his face was full of happiness, or maybe it wasn't just him, all the people around him were smiling with great happiness, even the people who didn't drink at all wanted a jar of good wine today, even the most stingy middle-aged people on weekdays wanted a slow full of wine and meat, the inn was full of cheerful and relaxed atmosphere, people greeted each other, even if they didn't know each other before.

Chu Lie drank the last bit of milk in the cup, squinted his eyes slightly with satisfaction, and then got up and walked outside with the Dawn Holy Sword, he was still a little uneasy in his heart, he wanted to investigate, who were the dead and where they died......

He always felt that there was something to do with these things, and he turned a blind eye to the danger lurking in the shadows, and instead consoled himself that it was only a coward's escape, and that he would still die bloody under the butcher's knife in the midst of laughter and laughter.

This is not the first time that Chu Lie has encountered this situation in his life, those problems that seem to be insurmountable, he is used to calmly looking for all clues, and then not avoiding the confrontation with the enemy, there are only two results, either live or die.

He survived all the time.

Squeak –

The wooden door of the inn was pushed open, but Chu Lie's footsteps suddenly froze, and he stopped in place, neither leaving, nor retreating, the cool wind in the early morning blew in from outside, and an old man who was a little drunk felt a little uncomfortable, frowned and looked over, his pupils contracted suddenly, his wrist flicked, and the porcelain bowl in his hand slammed on the ground, making a crisp sound, attracting everyone's attention.

"Hahaha, old grandson, are you trying too the girl's belly, and now you are like this, shaking non-stop......"

A middle-aged man joked with a lewd smile, his eyes looked over the old man's shoulder casually, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly, his body stiffened, and even his palms kept shaking as he made fun of the old man's description, this strange dead silence spread wildly in the inn like a virus, and in an instant, the entire inn was filled with dead silence, and even because of the previous joy and happiness, this dead silence was even more desperate and helpless.

"Heh......"

Chu Lie outside the door raised his eyes, there was a dead silence behind him, and in front of him, a full row of corpses hung on a rope, among which Yu Feiying, who had clashed with him yesterday, was placed in the middle, covered in scars, with long lips and tongues that had been uprooted.

"Gouging out the eyes, pulling out the tongue ......"

Chu Lie muttered in a low voice, reciting the death methods of the people who died these days, but in the more ancient texts and legends, these belong to the torture that can only be found in the eighteen layers of hell.

Ghost town ......

Eighteen layers of hell, eighteen bronze ghost-faced doors, eighteen kinds of hell torture

The corners of his mouth slightly curled, but his eyes were full of cold light.

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I thought that on a calm day, one hundred and nine people died, but after this fright, seventy or eighty percent of people could no longer sit still.

"Money is naturally good, but if you don't have a life, everything is fake."

In the afternoon of this day, some of the caravan people were ruthless and left the capital directly.

In the early morning of the next day, there were no more dead people in the inn of the capital city.

It was the people of the caravan who died.

All the members of the caravan who had left, both men and women, had been skinned with great skill, lined up on the streets, and were found crawling with mosquitoes, still struggling and twisting, the number of people, three hundred and seventeen.

Chu Lie was silent and personally relieved the caravan owner, the middle-aged man's eyes were full of tears, he said that he also had a son, and he said that his son liked to go out with him to fly kites the most.

He said he wanted to live.

Two more days passed, and many people died every day, and in the inn where Chu Lie lived, there were finally only three people left who were still alive.

Quack quack~

The night was shrouded, but the originally quiet night sky was now full of ominous crows, Chu Lie was not in his guest room, because it no longer meant anything to him when he was not in the guest room, he sat at the wooden table, gently sipping the water in the wine cup, and next to him, a young girl in white sat on the ground holding her knees, trembling all over, her eyes were already red and swollen from crying.

There was a strange knocking sound from the upstairs guest room, accompanied by bursts of hoarse laughter: "Hahahaha, you will die!" All are going to die! ”

"All will die! will all die! ”

"Woo woo woo, master, mother, I don't want to die!"

The laughter turned into a faint cry, like the wind coming from the abyssal valley, which made the scalp tingle, and the whole house was now full of this crazy crying and laughing, and every day someone died, and yesterday they talked and laughed with themselves, and comforted their companions that tomorrow they might become a human skin, a puddle of blood, or even a large roasted meat.

Everybody was almost going crazy.

The bluestone avenue of Xudu was stained with blood that could not be washed off, and thousands of strange corpses were poured on the road, gnawed by a large number of crows, and the air was entangled with crazy crying sounds, endlessly, and finally interrupted by the sound of rattling, the so-called Xudu is now really no different from the legendary eighteen-layer hell, and even more terrifying.

"No more! No more! I'm going to die! ”

The girl who was crying silently got up suddenly, her eyes were red and she was crying and laughing, "Even if you kill yourself, it's better than being eaten and skinned......" In a frantic self-muttering voice, her hand pulled out a long sword from her waist and wiped it towards her neck, Chu Lie frowned, and her figure appeared beside the girl like a lightning flint, and she grabbed the long sword between her two fingers, letting her cryer smash her shoulder, and she didn't move.

On the other side, Wan Hong, who was rumored to be ugly, used the hilt of his sword to whip away the dagger in the hand of a charming woman, Yu Yinghao smiled bitterly and pulled his palm, firmly trapping a middle-aged man who was forced to commit suicide, but he never thought that this person would launch a mad man, and his strength was terrifying, which made Xiao Wuhou smile bitterly:

"I've never seen anyone so desperate to throw their lives away."

"Calm me down!"

"Ahhh Let me die! I can't stand it anymore!"

But this man is almost crazy now, he didn't listen to Yu Yinghao at all, and suddenly his wrist shook, and he poked out a dagger and was about to struggle to stab it into his eyes, his cultivation was not low, even if Yu Yinghao tried his best, he was about to be unable to stop it, and big drops of sweat slid down Xiao Wuhou's cheeks.

"Damn...... You, stop......"

While! While! While!

But at this moment, a series of huge bells suddenly sounded in the city, Yu Yinghao's expression changed, and even the man who wanted to commit suicide was stunned - a large area of miserable white mist poured out on the street, enveloping the entire city, among which there were countless ghosts struggling to walk, new ghosts and old ghosts crying, and strange and strange voices became more and more harsh and noisy.

A hoarse and twisted voice echoed between heaven and earth:

"On the fifteenth day of July, the door of the ghost is wide open."

"Those who wish to enter the inner city, please enter the ......"