"Poof......

Shen Yingxing knelt on one knee and spit out a mouthful of blood, overusing spiritual power was also a big burden for her current state.

What's more, in order to urge the Dao character mantra, the spiritual power was squandered, and even the blood on the tip of the tongue was used.

Now her internal organs and blood were tumbling, and there was a tearing pain in her meridians.

"Ahem......"

Two more mouthfuls of blood were spit out by her, and Shen Yingxing stood up and picked up the white jade beads.

Among the strings of white jade beads, the blood-red bead was out of place.

Shen Yingxing put back the white jade bead and picked up a dead branch on the ground, the dead branch fell out of Zhou Lang's body, very tough, she put it in her pocket and walked towards the depths of the courtyard.

After passing through several deep corridors, Shen Yingxing had already arrived at the center of this house.

When I first arrived, the fog enveloped the room in the center.

Shen Yingxing passed through the fog and directly pushed the door open, it seemed to be pitch black outside, but the room was brightly lit.

Countless candle flames jumped, and the front was neatly filled with the spiritual seats of all the people of the Zhou family.

A family of one hundred and thirty-four people, not who set up the spiritual position for them, all died on the same day, and the most central spiritual position was Zhou Lang.

Shen Yingxing searched everywhere, and finally when he took away Old Woman Zhou's spiritual seat, he found the dark grid under the spiritual seat.

The dark compartment is not big, only a few pieces of paper are placed in it, Shen Yingxing took out the paper, and it was densely filled with small characters.

Sweeping down the ten lines at a glance, Shen Yingxing found that this was an evil art, and the method in it recorded how to refine the living into evil corpses, and turn the dead into corpses that were active like ordinary people and were not afraid of the sun.

This may be the reason why Zhou Lang will refine evil corpses, including refining his mother into a walking corpse.

But who gave it to Zhou Lang?

Shen Yingxing took the paper, turned around and left the house.

There was no old woman and Zhou Lang in the house, and they were quickly defeated, revealing the truest appearance of this house.

Withered plants were everywhere, corpses and limbs were discarded haphazardly, black and red blood covered the entire land, and the entire barren courtyard was filled with only tenacious weeds.

Shen Yingxing returned to the hotel, and the door was repaired by someone at some point, and he swiped the door with the room card.

Two pairs of eyes, one large and one small, stared at him at the door, and the little paper man gestured at him quickly, and the fingerless paper man's arm made it particularly difficult to compare.

Shen Yingxing didn't look at the little paper figure in the complaint, and looked towards the little ghost.

The little ghost is extremely miserable at this time, he was lost one hand by the front desk before, and now he doesn't know where the other hand has gone.

The scarlet eyes were a little sluggish, and the yin qi on his body became sluggish.

Obviously, after Shen Yingxing left, something came, and the little paper man hid in his windbreaker, and he would not be noticed by the ghost, and the little ghost was more miserable.

"Sleep."

Shen Yingxing hastily treated the wounds in other places, and then lifted his shirt to reveal the wound on his waist.

There was a three-inch-deep wound in her waist that had been pulled by the branch, and the wound was full of tiny shoots that were trying to burrow into her flesh.

A little tricky frowned, Shen Yingxing twisted up a strange gesture and quickly pulled out the shoots in the wound.

The sprouts that had been pulled out withered rapidly, the wound was torn again, and black blood slowly flowed out of her wound.

Ignoring the bleeding wound, Shen Yingxing pulled out all the shoots in one go, and without the nourishment of flesh and blood, the shoots dried up and closed together, and were thrown to the ground by Shen Yingxing.

Quickly treated the wound almost completely, Shen Yingxing recalled that in the past few days, he had already figured out the rough idea of the red moon, and he would have to go down to the underground palace again early tomorrow morning.

"Sleep."

Shen Yingxing put on his shirt, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then lay on the bed, the little ghost was still sitting on the table, looking at Shen Yingxing with dull eyes, he lost his arms, as if he had lost his ferocity.

The little paper figure floated to the bed, glared at the little ghost viciously, and then nested in Shen Yingxing's hair, curled up, and fell asleep.

The long black hair was spread on the bed, and the long hair that it grabbed was so slippery that it slipped out of its hand in a few moments.

Early the next morning, Shen Yingxing opened his eyes vigilantly, and saw a pair of scarlet eyes staring at him with a pair of little ghosts, but he didn't make any movements.

Shen Yingxing didn't care, she washed up and walked towards the hall on the first floor.

When she arrived in the hall, the others were already waiting there, today is the sixth day of the dungeon, spend today in peace, you can leave the dungeon at twelve o'clock at noon tomorrow, clear this dungeon, everyone's mood is more complicated.

After a night of recuperation, most of the injuries sustained last night have recovered, although his face is a little pale. But the spirit is not bad.

As soon as Shen Yingxing appeared, everyone's eyes looked at her in unison.

"Miss Shen, today is the sixth day of the dungeon, if we spend today safely, at twelve o'clock at noon tomorrow, we can clear the dungeon."

"Zhou Lang and Old Woman Zhou were killed by me yesterday, Zhou Lang refined himself into an evil corpse, and the old woman was refined into a walking corpse by him, today we are going to the underground palace."

？？？ Yue stared at Shen Yingxing with puzzled eyes, obviously it was all synchronized, they were together wherever they went, where did Shen Yingxing get so many clues, and he also killed Zhou Lang and Old Woman Zhou.

Shen Yingxing didn't explain too much, "If you go to the underground palace today, you may die or die, and if you want to go with me, I may not be able to protect you." ”

"Miss Shen, if we don't go to the underground palace, can we stay until twelve o'clock tomorrow noon."

"Impossible, that powerful ghost will break the seal at twelve o'clock tonight, and when she breaks the seal and becomes a ghost, she will start killing, none of us are her opponents, only now, she is still in a sealed state, we can kill her."

The amount of information is too much, Yue's brows are tightened, but she also knows that if it is really as Shen Yingxing said, no one can deal with ghosts and gods, then everyone will die as soon as it arrives at twelve o'clock tonight.

"Miss Shen, I'll go with you." Jia Ene said firmly.

"Miss Shen, I'll go too." Moon softly agreed.

The other three glanced at each other, and the newcomer Jiang Cun clenched his fists, and then made up his mind violently.

"Miss Shen, I'll go too, maybe there's a glimmer of life if I go, if you wait here and wait to die, there is only a dead end."

"We'll go too."

Shen Yingxing nodded, borrowed a dagger from Jia Ene, cut off a strand of long hair, divided the long hair into five parts, and handed it to everyone.

"One person takes a strand of long hair, and burns it when necessary, and it can save your life at a critical moment."

Everyone took their hair and put it in their pockets, Yue knotted her long hair with her own red hair, and the red hair shrunk back, as if she was very afraid of Shen Yingxing's hair, but she was also forced to tie a knot.

"Let's go, let's go to the dungeon."

Shen Yingxing was ready, and walked towards the dungeon with the little ghost.

Lao Hu, who lives on the third floor of the hotel, ate instant noodles, stared at the group of people going out, and laughed disdainfully.

"A bunch of fools, honestly hiding and surviving for seven days, won't they clear the dungeon, they have to die everywhere."

Lao Hu finished eating instant noodles, lying on the bed and playing with his mobile phone, a copy of the world, the mobile phone has no signal and no network, he can only play some small games to pass the time.

Just as Lao Hu was playing a small game, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Brother Hu, are you there, it's me, open the door, I have something to look for you."

A muffled male voice seemed to ring in his ears, and the old man put away his phone scoldingly, and then walked towards the door.

"What, there's something you can't talk about tomorrow."

Lao Hu opened the door, and there was a strange and familiar face outside the door.

Unfamiliar because this man is a newcomer who follows Lao Hu, he has not met twice, and his memory is not very deep, but it is familiar because this blue-gray face like a dead corpse is too familiar.

It was obvious that the man in front of him was already a dead man.

Lao Hu reacted instantly, and when he wanted to close the door, he was blocked by a hand.

Obviously, this hand looks extremely thin, but it seems to have a thousand powers, so that Lao Hu has no way to close the door with all his strength.

"Brother Hu, I found a very important clue and want to share it with you."

The man grinned, stiffly trying to squeeze into the room.

Lao Hu immediately made a decision, pushed the man away, and ran downstairs when he got out of the door.

The man was in hot pursuit, his hands were infinitely elongated, and when he was about to grab Lao Hu, Lao Hu went downstairs through the corner.

The man's hand was empty, and he ran downstairs after Lao Hu.

"Brother Hu, what are you running, come and accompany me, Brother Hu, you said you would protect me!" The man's voice grew louder and sharper.

Lao Hu couldn't stand it and covered his ears, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out of his ear holes.

"!" Lao Hu cursed, but the speed of escape was not slow at all, I don't know if it was his delusion, why did he run for so long, and he hadn't run down from the third floor.

Lao Hu Meng looked up and saw that the staircase still said the third floor, which showed that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall and had been running down, but in fact he was standing still.

He took out a prop from the system grid, the prop was a small purple flower, the small flower flower was turning drippingly, the ghost hitting the wall in front of him gradually disappeared, and the road leading downstairs appeared.

Lao Hu pinched the small flower and ran downstairs. As soon as I got downstairs, a long tongue appeared in front of me.

Another newcomer was killed at some point. It was obvious that he was hanged, and he stretched out his long tongue and put it around Lao Hu's neck.

Lao Hu raised the little flower in a panic, the little flower emitted a faint light, and then with a poof, the petals fell off one by one, and this prop completely lost its effect.