As Lynch played the last card, the strength of the monster cards of the Ground Tier faction completely overwhelmed the fire monsters under the Black Shadow on the opposite side. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You've lost. ”

Lynch didn't look at the two monsters opposite, he lowered his head, carefully gathered all the cards on the table, cleaned them up, and stuffed them into his pocket.

"What about the other cards? Don't tell me you're all about these generic hands. Lynch sorted out the cards as he looked at the two monsters sitting across from him.

"Disappeared?" Only then did he realize that there was no longer any shadow of a monster on the other side, and the entire hall was empty, and he was the only one left.

Lynch continued to calmly pack up the cards on the table, while letting out his senses to probe the situation around him. This stack of cards is much larger than Ying Lan's previous set, and it is obviously a more complete version, so of course Lynch will not give up the rarer cards in front of him in order to find out where the two monsters are going.

"Huh, dead?" After releasing his perception, Lynch noticed that there were two more black ashes on the chair where the two people had sat opposite.

If you lose playing cards, you will die, which is really sad enough.

Lynch shook his head and stood up, and after packing up the cards, he continued to the next level.

The red candles on the table began to gradually go out, and the whole hall began to become dark again, Lynch had no choice but to stir up the electric light in his hand, and the thin lightning struck the table, and with a flash of light, the overturned table began to burn.

The burning table also knocked over the chairs where the two shadows had been sitting, scattering their ashes on the ground, while several cards reflecting the flames fell out of the ashes as the chairs fell to the ground.

"Is this a foil card? Is there any setting for this?" Lynch stepped forward quickly and picked up the cards: "Dragons, all of them are ground-level dragon cards, so strong, invincible!"

Lynch scrutinized these exquisitely crafted and lifelike card cards. The winged dragon on it flies above the card with the sky in the background, with a hideous expression, and several dragon cards are different in style, but without exception, they don't look decent.

It doesn't matter, most of the monsters on this card are quite abstract anyway.

Lynch rubbed the hard flash card like a piece of iron, then carefully put it away and put it in the small bag around his waist again.

There was nothing in the hall, and the illusory wall that bordered the corridor was gone, and Lynch walked around the corner again.

There was obviously only one place to go now, and that was the staircase leading to the upper floor, opposite the entrance to the hall.

The moment Lynch appeared, all the eyes that had been on both sides of the stairs looked at Lynch's position in unison, as if they were welcoming him in the middle of the tunnel.

Lynch stopped in the middle of the T-junction, facing the stairs, and on one side of his body was the long hallway.

He didn't like any mid-channel welcome, not to mention that it wasn't people who welcomed him, but eyes embedded in the wall.

So Lynch simply put away the long sword in his right hand, and both hands also gathered white light, and threw the lightning like a whip into the corridor.

The eyes that had been welcoming Lynch were caught off guard, and they could only watch as lightning roared and turned into clumps of exploding flesh or clumps of coke that exuded a subtle scent.

After a while, there were a few scattered eyeballs on the wall, dripping and spinning, obviously frightened.

Lynch let out a long sigh of relief, put away the electric light, wiped the sweat that was oozing slightly from his forehead, and walked up the stairs.

The wooden floor was a little loose and crunched when stepped on, and Lynch was a little worried that the staircase would collapse halfway through it, but he managed to make it safely.

At the end of the stairs was a closed door, and Lynch cautiously stopped not far from the doorway, probed with his senses, and then summoned a long sword, pointed it at the closed door, and gently stabbed it in.

Lynch felt the sword hit something, and then he pushed it harder, and the sword pierced through smoothly.

From the other side, a man's muffled snort of pain was heard.

"Does it hurt?" Lynch asked, drawing his sword.

"It hurts. A deep male voice on the other side replied.

"Then you'd better get out of the way. ”

"I can't get out of the way, I can't move. The male voice on the other side replied with a wry smile: "I am the key to this door, you have to kill me before this door can be opened, but I beg you, I am innocent, I beg you to give up opening the door, otherwise I will-"

"Wouldn't it be better to give you a good time?"

Lynch interrupted the male voice on the other side of the door, and then decisively found a place for the sword again and inserted it again.

There was a loud scream from the other side of the door.

"I curse you!

The movement is gone.

The door slowly opened.

Blood was slowly flowing down from above.

Lynch stepped on the blood and entered the door.

There was the corpse of a man lying by the door, his eyes were open, staring in the direction of the door, as if he was dead, his blood was constantly oozing out of his body, flowing downstairs behind the door.

Lynch didn't pay attention to the corpse, he first looked at the environment on the second floor where he was now.

It is very similar to the long narrow corridor of the entrance on the first floor, except that the red lanterns hang from the ceiling, and the frescoes on both sides of the corridor on the first floor, and here there are doors every few steps on both sides of the corridor, and in front of the door, old and young, male and female, are held to the door by some force, as if connected to the door.

Just like the guy Lynch just killed.

Only then did Lynch look at the corpse at his feet.

Just now the corpse was staring in the direction of the door, but now it was staring at Lynch. Its face was full of reluctance and resentment, its eyes were bloody, and it looked at Lynch deadly.

"You're bleeding a little too much. Lynch frowned: "You didn't bleed when the first sword was inserted just now, but now the blood is really good, and then you're still pretending to be a ghost here." ”

The young man holding the long sword shook his head with a smile, and his empty left hand flashed with lightning, and with a stabbing sound, the dazzling thunder and lightning slashed on the corpse of the middle-aged man.

"Boom"

The middle-aged man's corpse quickly burned, and soon turned into a pile of ashes.

Lynch tossed the ashes with his sword, but found nothing rare or anything like that.

Lynch scratched his head in annoyance and walked to another door next to this one.

On this door hung a rather delicate-looking girl, who looked at Lynch with a terrified expression. Apparently it had just seen what Lynch had done.

"What's behind this door of yours?" Lynch asked, then skimming around, and he noticed that the people hanging on the doors around him were almost all staring at him, which made him a little uncomfortable, and it felt like he was being watched by those dense eyes when he was on the first floor.

"I ...... I don't know......" The girl hanging on the door didn't dare to look at Lynch, almost crying, she looked very fragile and broken: "My lord...... I beg you to spare me, I'm just an innocent person......"

"Hmm......" Lynch touched his chin and looked up at the girl, "You didn't ask me to save you, but begged me to spare you?" ”

"What......" The girl was a little overwhelmed: "I don't understand what you mean, adult......"

"Forget it. Lynch shook his head: "Kill you and don't drop the treasure." ”

Then he started asking questions one by one.

Whether it is an old man or a child, there is only one answer, they are innocent.

It wasn't until Lynch asked about the thirtieth person that the answer changed.

"I'm guilty. A young man, his body in tatters and full of signs of abuse, bowed his head and replied, "There is a demon behind this door of mine." ”

"Are you the only one guilty here?"

"I'm the only one. ”

"Are the rest innocent?"

"I don't know. ”

"Why are you guilty?"

"There's a demon behind this door of mine. ”

"Why are the others innocent?"

"I don't know. ”

"Are you human?"

"I am. ”

"No, you're not, you're not. Lynch said, stabbing a sword into the head of the man in front of him.