Yang Jun was already desperate, and despite constantly stepping on the sand and gravel under his feet, he was quickly buried, looking at the originally incomparably large pit, which was about to be filled at this time.

When the sand and stone were buried in the chest, the breathing was no longer smooth, and the strong pressure continued to squeeze the buried body. Breath brings into the body only dust raised by sand and stones, which are like rampant locusts, constantly burrowing into the body, and then sticking to everywhere, allowing the body to condense from the inside.

Just like Yang Jun at this moment, he almost can't feel that his trachea can still be ventilated, and his breath is stuck in his throat, no matter how hard he tries, it is in vain.

So this is death! By the time he said this, his body had been completely buried, and only one head was still in the air.

Looking at the many self in front of him, the coldness in their eyes made Yang Jun feel scared, although he knew that these people were not really himself, but the thought of being killed by a group of people who were exactly like himself sighed in his heart.

Finally, when one of them, Yang Jun, walked over and raised the shovel in his hand, the blade-sharp shovel head was about to chop down on him. Although I wanted to resist in my heart, I still closed my eyes helplessly, and the last thing I saw in my eyes was a little cold light flashed by the shovel.

"Meow~" A sharp cat meow, Yang Jun only felt that his mind was buzzing, and his mind was as chaotic as a mess. But after waiting for a long time, there was no pain, and Yang Jun tried to open his eyes.

A gust of yin wind "whew~" blew his body back a little, Yang Jun opened his eyes violently, the wind just now was blowing his body. Although he was a little cold, he was ecstatic inside, and he found that he had not been buried alive, but was still on the strange cobblestone path.

Looking around, his current position was interrupted in the trail, and the strange sound behind him seemed to have disappeared, I don't know if he was hiding or completely gone.

After looking for it, he didn't see Ling Xueyan's figure, Yang Jun felt out the black beads he was wearing on his chest, and the cat meow just now, he already knew that it was from Ah San. For so long, Ah San has always followed him, and he can guess that it should be because of this black bead.

"Duan, can I see you again?" Speaking of which, this thing was given to him by Duan Hou's mother when he attended Duan Hou's funeral, and since then, Yang Jun has been wearing this thing on his body.

Holding the black bead in his palm, Yang Jun began to raise his feet and walk forward, and footsteps could still be heard behind him, but this could no longer affect his mind. People will never suffer twice on the same issue, let alone him Yang Jun, the ghosts he sees are different every time.

In fact, the trail is not long, if it is not affected by the strange sound, it can be completed in five or six minutes. However, when Yang Jun stood in front of the building, he had a very dull sense of depression.

Two doors that he couldn't tell what the material was, but they were black, blocked him, which made him hesitate, and there was always a feeling of reluctance to face something in his heart. Yang Jun's hand was attached to the door panel, and the feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, but he didn't know that there was anything he didn't want to face.

Still, he gently pushed the door open

When Yang Jun walked in, the door closed by itself again, but he didn't care about the door, but stayed behind the twelve pillars in the hall on the first floor. There, twelve black coffins are being placed.

From the first time he entered, he had already noticed this scene. A huge hall, without any other furnishings, not even windows, but in the middle of the position in the horizontal four, vertical three in the formation of twelve large stone pillars. Behind each large stone pillar, there is a black coffin.

Although the lights in the hall are very bright, seeing such a scene makes people feel a little hairy. When Yang Jun looked at these coffins, he didn't know if the guys inside were also looking at him.

Of course, this was just Yang Jun's own speculation, but he didn't want to cause this unnecessary trouble. The elevator is not far away, just walk straight to it, and the coffins that are placed there are a few steps away.

Yang Jun walked forward cautiously, and he tried his best not to make a sound when he stepped on his feet, so as not to disturb the deceased lying in the coffin.

Only, when he was closest to those coffins

There was a screeching sound, and then Yang Jun saw that one of the coffins had turned in a different direction and was facing him. And just as he stopped, the coffin slid against the ground.

There are one and two, and when Yang Jun was thinking about how to deal with this coffin, the other eleven black coffins also made the same action.

Although the black coffin looked bulky, it slid over at a very fast speed, and Yang Jun couldn't dodge at all, and the people were already surrounded in the middle. Yang Jun couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and sighed in his heart: This is really where you go, you will be unlucky.

When Ling Xueyan passed by just now, the coffin was obviously open, but it was closed at the moment. Yang Jun always felt that there were countless eyes staring at him in every coffin, if it weren't for the bright lights in the hall, he was afraid that he would be directly scared to pee his pants.

The twelve coffins formed a circle, and the position in the middle was naturally Yang Jun. If he wants to get out of this circle, he has to step on top of these coffins before he can get out. It's just that these things in front of him obviously won't let him go out like this.

The sound of "squeak~" continued, and the lid of every coffin in front of him was shaking, and the contents might be about to pop out. Although Yang Jun was furious in his heart, he didn't dare to be careless, he didn't know what these things were, but it would definitely be a hurdle to put them on the first floor.

However, he was a little puzzled, when he first came in, these coffins were obviously neatly visited in the hall, which meant that Ling Xueyan did not touch these things.

"Didn't she come in?" Yang Jun muttered, and suddenly a coffin lid flew up. He didn't bother with the noise of the lid falling aside, and his eyes stared at the inside of the coffin.

After the lid was lifted, a light smoke floated up, and Yang Jun saw that lying in the coffin was a humanoid object with bandages tied all over its body. It looks like a mummy in a pyramid, but the guy inside doesn't have eyes, and there are two green bugs writhing in the sockets of the black hole.

The body of the bug seems to be connected to the corpse, and their eyes are the eyes of the corpse. The two insects were at least the thickness of two fingers, and the four light yellow eyes were writhing, staring straight at Yang Jun.

Bang - the clash of impacts, the lids of each coffin have been lifted to the ground. In each coffin, there was a mummy, and all of them had only two green bugs in their eyes.

"Grass~" Yang Jun spat and looked around, the mummies in the coffin had already stood up. He was really surrounded by it now, these guys couldn't see it, his whole body was wrapped in some yellowish white bandages, and the only thing he could see was his disgusting eyes.

The black resentment has already bubbled up, a surname against twelve mummies, Yang Jun has no such experience, if you want to say something bad, one person can give him a kick at will, and he can be trampled half to death.

Yang Jun didn't stand stupidly and wait to be besieged, after all, there were twelve people on the other side, and it was quite disadvantageous to be passive. His eyes were fixed on one of them, and the black resentment condensed in his hand, and the person had already jumped over.

The mummy's two insect eyes shook and looked at Yang Jun who was jumping in the air, but their bodies did not react at all, allowing Yang Jun's attack to fall on its body.

"Puff" left hand was inserted into the body of one of them, and a stream of yellow-green pus flowed down and hung on Yang Jun's black left hand, and the mummy's two hands were raised and placed on the arm that stabbed into his stomach

And when Yang Jun and the twelve mummies were, Ling Xueyan's condition was not very good, she had already had several wounds cut by Lu Qingshuang's paper knife, although it was not deep, but she also shed a lot of blood. Now he looked sickly pale, clutching a stick tightly in his hand.

This was still a weapon that Ling Xueyan had found in the fight, only two fingers thick, but the advantage was that it was long enough. It's just that the paper knife in Lu Qingshuang's hand is too sharp, and now this wooden stick has been cut out with many cuts, I'm afraid it won't last long and it will collapse directly.

It's just that she can't make a heavy hand yet, if she stabs the other party's body, then even if she recovers, it is estimated that it will be half a life. Looking at the rune paper that fell to the ground, Ling Xueyan was really unsure, the paper man was not a ghostly body, just an empty shell of paper, and there was resentment in the body.

The rune paper has no effect at all against such an opponent, and when it hits Lu Qingshuang, it is like sticking it on the wall, and it will be torn off at will.

However, Ling Xueyan can't be heavy-handed, but it doesn't mean that she Lu Qingshuang will also be merciful, the two have been entangled for so long, although there have been several collisions. But it was only the paper knife in his hand that cut through the opponent's skin, and it did not cause any fatal damage to Ling Xueyan.

I saw Lu Qingshuang hang down her arms, a pair of red pupils instantly dilated, and dense black stripes appeared on the side of her eyes, looking chaotic but like a very regular one.

When these stripes appeared, Ling Xueyan felt a sigh in her heart, she knew that the next situation would be very bad.

Sure enough, this thought came to my mind, and the temperature around me began to heat up. The scene on the entire second floor changed, Lu Qingshuang stood in place like a fire source, and the surrounding scene began to become fiery red, as if the ground was about to crack.

Looking at Lu Qingshuang's changes, Ling Xueyan's eyes widened: "Ghost Pupil Hell!" (To be continued.) )