They rushed out of the room, only to find that the hallway had changed. The clothes are crooked and still flowing, which makes people dizzy. The moment I stepped on it, I felt that my body began to become distorted.

But I can't care about the many. The dragon trail rushed to the top of the stairs first, but found that a more fantastical scene was playing out from downstairs.

It was the last time I experienced it, and the scene like a black and white stick figure began to spread like a canvas.

In the impression of the dragon trace, once you step into the world of stick figures, you will change with the style of painting and become the appearance of stick figures.

Seeing that there was still a tendency to spread like this floor, the dragon trail retreated, but he was still attracted to something in the stick figure.

"Over here!" Ming Liang stood at the end of the corridor, pointing to the window here, shouting, "Jump down from here!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Feng had already kicked the window to smash.

"Quick~" Yi Feng drilled out of the window, and then jumped down the eaves step by step to the downstairs.

Everyone left the house one after another, but the dragon trail stood at the top of the stairs for a long time, although he slowly moved his body backwards, but he did not stride this way.

"What's that?"

The dragon looked at it in amazement, and finally retreated to the ledge.

What caught his eye was a touch of color in the world of stick figures, and it was strange that there would be other colors in the world of black and white stick figures.

It was a touch of purple, and there was a sporadic glow around it. It's not a painting style at all!

It's a hand, and that purple is a huge hand. This hand was the first to break through the black and white world, as if breaking the wall of the dimension, and the hand stretched out.

Red cracks cracked on his dark arms, looking like hot magma that hadn't yet cooled completely. There is a purple glow all around.

Surprised to be surprised, Long Ji was quite calm when he saw this strange big hand. He was thinking of a countermeasure, and he also took an attacking stance, and one hand was wrapped around the airflow.

At that moment, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Then the center of the body falls backwards.

It turned out to be Ming Ling, who grabbed his neck with her arm and pulled him out of the window with him.

Just after he was dragged out of the window by Ming Ling, the big hand followed them out of the window. The entire wall was shattered by that big hand, and the pieces were smashed down.

"What the hell is this?" Long Ji coughed twice, and then asked Mingling, who was holding him.

Ming Ling looked back at the strange thing and replied, "I don't know, but it looks like this thing ......" Ming Ling didn't finish what she wanted to say.

"Demon Feather King Hunting --- Herac's Ink Skeleton !!" Xie Gongce frowned, and these words popped out of his mouth.

It sounds like it should be a name, but as soon as the name was spoken, Yi Feng, Ming Ling, and Ming Liang showed shocked expressions on their faces at the same time.

"What is that?" asked the dragon

"How do I explain it to you? It's still quite troublesome to explain it to you!" Ming Liang put away his astonishment, waved his hand and replied: "Anyway, it's right to run away!"

"We, the ghost hunters, have classified the threat level of these ghosts who have broken into the human world and harmed them. And the one known as the Herac Ink Skeleton is a non-hierarchical being!" replied the Emperor.

"No rank?" means ......"

"The strongest!"

Xie Gongce only used two words to clarify its strength.

In the house, the corners of Kubi's mouth slanted into a disdainful smile. "Since your boss isn't here, there's no need for me to stay here anymore. ”