In the little fat man's puzzled gaze, Yechen gently spit out two words: "Dungeon!"

"The dungeon? this is a temple, how can there be a dungeon?" said the little fat man.

Yechen explained, "Hmph, of course it's for the sacrificial offerings. When the temple of a foreign race worships the gods, it needs sacrifices, and those sacrifices are not for cattle and sheep, but for people, our human race. ”

"Terran, sacrifice?" the little fat man's face was a little ugly, "Just like the tomb we entered in the first place, many Terrans were treated as burial objects?"

Yechen said softly: "The funeral offering is the most painful way to die, and if the sacrifice is made, it is to be disemboweled, and the human internal organs are sacrificed in front of the gods, because the internal organs are not damaged, and people will not die immediately, but watch their belly being cut open, bleeding, and dying when the blood is dry, many sacrifices, when the blood is not dry, they die and are scared to death." ”

"I'm scared to death!" muttered the little fat man.

"There is a great horror in death, and there is no one who is not afraid of death after knowing that he will die. Yechen said softly, "Let's go, you must be careful this time." ”

"And the second place?" The little fat man asked.

Yechen said: "Of course it's the altar." You think that so many people are full of resentment, and they die unwillingly, how heavy should that resentment be, if the temple has always been guarded, it is naturally no problem, but it has been abandoned for a long time, and the yin qi has grown, it is easy to give birth to some powerful ghosts, I don't know where that ghost came from, but no matter where it is, it is very dangerous, I just hope that there is no formation of a ghost at the level of a martial king, otherwise we will be really in trouble, of course, if there are only a thousand years, it is basically impossible to form a ghost of a martial king. ”

"It's so dangerous...."The little fat man flinched a little.

"Let's go. Yechen said lightly, "If you are alone, it will be more dangerous." ”

Yechen walked towards the depths, and in the darkness at the end of the corridor, a white figure faintly appeared, the belly of this figure was cut open, and the internal organs fell out, and he let out a miserable laugh at Yechen from afar: "Boom!"

Then, the figure disappeared in a flash.

The little fat man said with a bitter face: "You said yes, there is really a ghost, and now it runs down." ”

Yechen said: "It's just a ghost, what are you afraid of, go." ”

Yechen carried his sword and strode forward.

At the end of the corridor was a residential area, lined with small rooms, empty and empty, if there were things that had been there, they had long since decayed, leaving only a thick layer of dust.

The little fat man leaned beside him and said to Yechen: "The yin qi in here is not strong." ”

Yechen nodded: "After all, it is a temple, and there will be some divine power left, and this power will dispel yin qi." I only hope that the original divine power on the altar is stronger, and then the chance of breeding powerful ghosts will be even lower. ”

It was dark on one side, and the entire residential area was quiet.

Behind Yechen, he suddenly remembered the scream, and then a white shadow walked from room to room, and as it walked, it was sticky under its feet, stepping on a cloud of blood.

The little fat man said, "What is he doing, is it scary?"

Yechen nodded: "The more low-level ghosts, the more they like to use this method, if it is not the people of our Death Empire, the martial artists of other empires are easy to have a shadow in their hearts, if it is an ordinary person, it is enough to be scared to death." So the ghost is scary, and it can be regarded as an attack power. ”

In front of Yechen, a shadow suddenly appeared, this white figure was lying on the ground, with long black hair covering his face and the ground, crawling towards Yechen step by step.

As he ran, the ghost voiced, "Help me, it hurts, my stomach hurts, please help me." ”

Where it crawled, it left blood all over the ground, and even left its internal organs in place.

The little fat man exclaimed, "This is also disgusting. ”

Yechen said lightly: "This is the way ghosts are scary, you don't need to learn this, you will be born with it." In general, the more scary the ghost, the weaker the strength. ”

The white ghost slowly crawled under Yechen's feet, and the hollow voice sounded slowly: "It hurts, please save me." ”

Then he lay at Yechen's feet, his head covered by his long unkempt hair, and slowly lifted up.

Yechen leaned down, reached out, and brushed the hair from both sides, revealing a face covered in blood.

"Hey, hey!" the blood-soaked white face smiled at Yechen.

Yechen patted its head lightly and said lightly: "Dust to dust, dust to dust, I will help you get rid of it." The sword in Yechen's hand was slowly raised.

As if sensing the threat of life, the ghost's screams suddenly stopped, and its body was very nimble and drilled into the ground.

"Did you run off the ground?" Yechen snorted coldly, and the sword slashed down, splitting the ghost to pieces.

Lan Wen next to her opened her mouth and sucked the soul fire into her mouth.

"Please, save me. In front of Yechen, an identical-looking ghost appeared again, and crawled towards Yechen.

"Please, help me, it hurts. Beside the ghost, another ghost appeared, and then a series of ghosts appeared, forming white figures, crawling towards the night.

Underneath them, blood was joined together, as if crawling on a river of blood.

The little fat man said: "Do the hundred ghosts walk at night? Yechen, are they going to die?"

"No!" Yechen murmured softly, "someone is driving them, these ghosts, enslaved. ”

"Hey, hey, hey" The ghosts suddenly raised their heads, revealing terrible smiling faces, and the little fat man who looked at it had goosebumps.

"TIMD! DISGUSTING MORE THAN A LAZY TOAD!" THE LITTLE FAT MAN SCREAMED.

"Kill!" With a burst of shouts from Yechen, the dead creatures around him immediately struck, and the death knight's red crystal spear rolled up black flames, sweeping away a large area of ghosts.

Yechen didn't move, frowning as the ghosts died in large areas.

"Ahh

Yechen Zhengse said: "Little fat man, don't take it lightly. ”

As soon as Yechen's words fell, the little fat man was slapped out by the claws of a ghost and smashed into the ghost pile, and then, countless ghosts swarmed up.

"Help me. The little fat man's face turned pale with fright, and the earth armor on his chest was actually shattered by the grab just now, and it was an armor that couldn't even be broken by two percent of Yechen's strength.

"That's right!" Yechen whispered, the sword slashing forward, the silver light condensing into a ghostly head that shrouded the little fat man.

Spirit-level martial arts, flying ghost sword.