The Dead Apostle's words made me feel a little uneasy, for for a moment I felt a sense of resentment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but that breath doesn't seem to have any ill will towards us, and it's completely different from the murderous aura we felt before.

Just as I was confused, the images that flashed on both sides suddenly came out of the curtain as if they were entities. "Didn't you say these were fake? How did you get out? Dead Apostle said.

I looked at the hideous-looking ghosts in front of me and said, "I thought it was just an ordinary haunted house, but who knew there really were ghosts." ”

When the demons in front of us heard our words, they did not pounce on us, but slowly approached us step by step. Their faces were constantly bleeding foul rotting blood, and they were dressed in tattered clothes. Judging from the style, it should be from the seventies and eighties.

Seeing this, I hurriedly lifted the spirit and tried to stab it in the chest, but the Dead Apostle stopped me and said, "Don't worry, I feel that they don't seem to want to hurt us, but are conveying something to us......"

As he spoke, the Dead Apostle tentatively walked towards the ghosts. "Don't ......" I tried to stop, but he waved his hand to signal that it was okay.

Although I also felt that those ghosts were not hostile, ghosts are ghosts after all, no more than living people. Thinking about it, I still held my sword vigilantly, ready to awaken the void at any moment.

By this time, the Dead Apostle had already walked up to the ghosts, only to see them slowly leaning into his ear and whispering softly. I leaned forward to hear what they had to say, but I couldn't hear what they were saying because of the interference of the stereo, so I had to wait patiently in place.

For a moment, the Dead Apostle nodded as if he understood something, and then the ghosts slowly disappeared into the darkness.

The Dead Apostle turned to me and said, "They didn't want to hurt us, but this amusement park woke them up, so ......"

As he spoke, the Dead Apostle groaned, and I asked, "So what?" Are they going to take revenge? ”

The Dead Apostle replied, "Well, that's right, they want revenge on those who woke them up. But they see the vanity in you, so they take the opportunity to trap you here, hoping that you will not stop them. ”

"How can this be done, the dead have the rules of the dead, and the living have the laws of the living, how can they be allowed to kill at will." Saying that, I was a little uneasy, because Yaolong was still outside, and if these ghosts went out and caused Yaolong to fall into a crisis, it would be troublesome. Without him, the plan would have failed.

"But Yaolong is still outside, and it's not a way for us to be trapped here all the time, so we have to find a way to get out."

At this time, Hu Fang said behind me, "Don't you need a safe place?" Isn't that the case just right here? ”

I said, "We're safe, but Yaolong doesn't know if Ann is safe, anyway, let's try to see if we can get out of here with our own strength." ”

The Dead Apostle sighed and said, "I'm afraid it's a little difficult, they gathered the power of five ghosts to create this ghost to hit the wall, and if you want to break out, I'm afraid it's a little difficult." ”

"I've broken two of the grievances, and I'm still afraid that this ghost will hit the wall?" I'm a little unconvinced.

The Dead Apostle explained, "This one is different, the ghost hitting the wall is just something to trap people, so it's an infinitely repeated 'labyrinth', and the more ghosts there are, the more terrifying 'labyrinth' they can create...... But if there is a way to crack it, it is not impossible, but we are missing the key things now. ”

"What?!" I hurriedly asked.

"Rune paper, the ghost created by the five imps hits the wall, as long as you use the ordinary yellow table paper to draw the rune in blood, you can crack it, but we don't have paper at all now, so ......"

Before the Dead Apostle finished speaking, Hu Fang, who was behind him, took out a pack of tissues from his handbag and said, "I don't know what yellow table paper is, but I have facial tissues, is it okay?" With that, he threw the tissue to the Dead Apostle.

The Dead Apostle reached out and caught it, smiling bitterly, "This ...... I haven't really tried it, and I don't know if it's going to work. With that, the Dead Apostle put a tissue in front of his nose and asked, "Hmm...... Or lavender-flavored...... I feel a little ...... hanging."

"You don't care about the taste, let's see if it works!" After that, I threw the spirit in my hand to him, and wanted him to draw talismans with the spirit of bloodletting.

But who knows, in the dark, as soon as Jiang Ling made a move, he merged with the darkness, and he couldn't see where it was at all, and I secretly screamed that it was not good, what if I inserted it into the Dead Apostle.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as the Dead Apostle stretched out his hand, he took the spirit in his hand steadily, and then immediately let out an "oops". "What's wrong?" I asked.

The Dead Apostle cautiously turned the spirit around and said, "Catch the blade." ”

After hearing this, I hurried forward to check the situation, and by the dim green light, I saw a cut in the palm of the dead man's hand. The wound wasn't deep, just a little bit of skin.

The Dead Apostle handed me back the spirit and complained, "It's already black, but your sword is black, can't you hand it to me, you have to lose ......?"

I said apologetically: "I saw that Hu Fang lost it, so I subconsciously lost it, thanks to your quick hand......

When the Dead Apostle heard me praise him, he immediately became proud and said, "Well, if I hadn't reacted quickly, your sword would have stuck in me." ”

With that, he pulled one out of his tissue bag, then half-crouched down and spread it flat on the floor. "It's the first time I've heard of ...... drawing on tissues," he said, dipping his palms in the blood oozing from his palms and brushing them on the tissues.

After a while, a bloody tissue charm was made, and he carried the blood-stained tissue and said, "I don't know if it will work, so let's try it." ”

With that, he handed the rest of the tissue back to Hu Fang, and then pinched the mantra in his hand, like a Taoist priest, which couldn't help but remind me of the demon Dao I had killed before.

I was thinking to myself, "You are an antique, where did you learn these things...... but I suddenly saw the tissue in the hand of the Dead Apostle "whew", and the whole thing was ignited, and the flames instantly engulfed the entire paper.

Unhurried, the Dead Apostle threw the flame-wrapped tissue into the air, and muttered words I didn't understand.

In a moment, the ashes fell to the ground, and the Dead Apostle regained his momentum, looked around, and said, "I knew it would be like this, how could I draw a note with toilet paper." ”

Hearing that, Hu Fang and I also wanted to look around, but there seemed to be no change, and the gate still did not appear. Hu Fang sighed and said, "Really, it's a waste of paper." ”

When the Dead Apostle heard this, he said unwillingly: "If you waste a piece of paper, I will see that I am red, and it is not your idea." Seeing that there was some tension in the Dead Apostle's words, I hurriedly stopped him from continuing and asked, "Since we can't get out by our own means, did the imp tell you how long they would trap us and that they couldn't stay here forever?" ”

The Dead Apostle held up three fingers and said, "Three hours, and they said that in three hours the ghost would unravel the wall, and then we would be able to leave." ”

"Three hours?! I can't tell if Yaolong has been killed outside, no, I can't wait so long. "I looked a little anxious.

Then, after a moment's thought, I continued, "Anyway, let's go around first, and if we really can't get out, it's better than staying here all the time." Hearing me say this, Hu Fang and the Dead Apostles also nodded in agreement.

As the three of them walked, I complained: "It's so good to die, but at this time, I encountered this kind of thing......

The Dead Apostle and Hu Fang did not speak, but quietly watched the images flashing on both sides. Hu Fang looked a little nervous, but the Dead Apostle didn't care.

At that moment, I suddenly heard the voice of someone talking in front of me, and it didn't seem to come from the stereo. I suddenly came to my senses, and walked forward quickly, and Hu Fang and the Dead Apostles followed closely behind.

After turning two corners, I suddenly noticed an iron door in front of me, and it was exactly the same as when I came, and there was also a red button on the side of the door.

"What? It's been three hours? Hu Fang said curiously.

I took out my phone and looked at it, and said, "No, it's only been less than half an hour, could it be that those little ghosts have been eliminated?" As I spoke, I reached out and pressed the button, and the door opened, and the dazzling sunlight suddenly shone in, and I couldn't open my eyes.

"If the creator of the Ghost Wall is eliminated, the Demon Wall will naturally disappear with it. But who did it? Could it be Yaolong again? Although he has a lot of combat experience, he would never have expected such a situation......" The Dead Apostle muttered to himself.

"Don't guess, just make a call and ask......" I said, pulling out my phone and asking the Dead Apostle to dial Yaolong's number.

After a long time, the Dead Apostle just said "um" and hung up the phone, he handed the phone to me and said, "Yaolong seems to have been discovered now, someone is looking for him, let's go to the pirate ship and wait first, he will come in ten minutes." ”

With that, the three of us left the haunted house and headed in the direction of the pirate ship in the garden.

Along the way, I watched the passers-by vigilantly, for fear that the people of the Yang Shi would be hidden in them. But until we got to the pirate ship area, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

At this moment, I saw a person waving at us in the distance, and when we looked closely, we found that it was Yaolong. He stood in the middle of the crowd and straddled the already stretched Qing Ling diagonally on his back.

"Yaolong is there, let's go over quickly!" With that, I quickened my pace and came to Yaolong's side.

"Were you the ones who rescued us on the roller coaster?" I asked.

Yaolong nodded yes, but at this moment, I noticed that beads of sweat were gradually oozing from his forehead, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked worriedly.

He lifted his head, furrowed his brow, and let go of the abdomen he had been holding with his hands. Only then did I realize that the white sweatshirt he was tying around his waist had been gradually infiltrated by blood.