But the firelight also illuminates its strange expression:

No, why hasn't the guillotine been put down yet?

The trap is stuck?

After all, it's an antique from thousands of years ago, and it's good to be able to use it, what's so strange about occasionally getting stuck? It quickly reached out and flicked it twice.

The guillotine above is still untouched.

He and Dong on the opposite side stared at it for a long time, not as anxious as Fu Liushan at all.

Did they already know? The Xuanlu Ghost King didn't say a word, turned around and ran towards the light source at the exit.

It reacted quickly and correctly.

These people are not easy to fight, the mechanism is out of order, and it has only one way to escape.

But just as it was about to touch, the faint light at the exit suddenly disappeared!

It was as if someone had suddenly cut off the light source, plunging the entire section of Busha Huating into darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

"No......" The Xuanlu Ghost King jumped up, but instead of jumping to the gate of the cave, he crashed into the thick stone wall.

The coldness of the stone wall was felt even by the ghost.

There's no way ahead, it's trapped!

"Oh no! Trap-" Dong Rui's teasing voice came from behind, "-your!"

The light in the dark room was back on: the monkey on the other side pulled out two fluorescent spores.

The face of the Xuanlu Ghost King was even whiter.

Dong Rui's smile was even weirder and more smug than before.

"Where is this?" The Xuanlu Ghost King looked left and right, his eyes wandering, "This is not Busha Huating!"

It was also puzzled: "How can there be any flaws in my disguise! How can you see that?"

It has been tormenting the short-lived ghost with the broken arm for eighty years, what is the state of the other party, how it cries and wails when it suffers, it has admired it thousands of times, and it has seen it, and it has disguised it to be wonderful.

The affectionate style is too into the play, and it even feels that it is a ghost with a broken arm, and it is miserable in the depths of love.

What's more, in order to win the trust of the three people, it even took the initiative to help them avoid several traps along the way, such as guillotine stones.

How can this surname He distinguish!

He Lingchuan only said three words: "Bright Well."

The Xuanlu Ghost King tilted his head, and Fu Liushan couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with the Bright Well?"

He had heard every word that the demon had said in his previous disguise, had he missed any key information?

He Lingchuan looked at the Ghost King and said slowly, "That short-lived ghost has been locked in a cage since you brought it into the underground palace. How does it know how many exits there are in this underground palace? How did it know that the path of the Ghost King would definitely pass through the Well of Light?"

Dong Rui and Fu Liushan glanced at each other, suddenly.

Yes, the Broken Arm Ghost said earlier, "In a moment you will pass through the Well of Light."

At that time, it was obviously still locked in a cage, and it shouldn't know the whereabouts of the ghost king, so how could it know that it would pass by the bright well on the way?

Unless it was meant to lead the crowd there.

He Lingchuan did not say one thing:

When he encounters an underground undercurrent, he releases eyeball spiders.

The little spider walked up the water source and found a collapse near the ground. Humans can't get out, but it's too small to crawl through crevices and climb up to the surface.

It can get out, how can the ghost king in the ghost state not get out from there? Why do you have to walk in the well of light?

Fu Liushan tested it with rune paper again, and the severed arm ghost had not been planted with a soul lamp.

In the ghost king's lair, what kind of ghost things don't need to be planted into the soul lamp?

Except for the caged ghost who was abused and entertained by it, there was only the ghost king himself!

"Besides, after being locked up in a dark dungeon for eighty years of crazy torture, the spirit of the severed arm ghost cannot be so stable." He Lingchuan slowly drew the knife, "What was the state of it before it was eaten by you?"

The Severed Arm Ghost cried, pleaded, and volunteered in front of them, and although it sounded tragic, it was organized and steady, how to say—

It's still just a fairly normal ghost.

He Lingchuan believed

, if he had been locked up and tortured for 80 years, he would never have performed so well.

The Xuanlu Ghost King sank his face.

Before it was swallowed by it, the Severed Arm Ghost was already insane, and when he saw it, he would just keep shaking his head and screaming, unable to understand human speech and completely unable to communicate.

This made the ghost king's torment of it boring and uninteresting.

But its identity can be used, so after the ghost king swallows it in one bite, he pretends to be the offspring of his enemies and lures these sworn enemies to take the bait.

The result? These guys took the bait, but not completely, but instead of taking the bait, they put it together.

Dong Rui smiled: "I'm really sorry, none of your arrangements in Busha Huating came in handy!"

Xuanlu's mouth was full of sharp teeth, and he gritted and creaked: "Where the hell is this!"

Its summoning of imps and corpse golems has been cut off, which is unimaginable. If it weren't for the other party's great magical power to cut off spells, it would be that neither it nor the enemy was in the dungeon space.

In other words, it is now alone, with no subordinates to support and no corpse puppets to use, so it can only fight three people as a ghost!

How can this be beaten, especially in the middle of-

As if hearing its heart, He Lingchuan strode closer, and the dragon armor automatically possessed his body.

The black-armored killing god that the Xuanlu Ghost King hated and hated the most appeared.

"This armor and this knife don't like you." He Lingchuan flicked the blade, and "Fusheng" hummed softly, it was the sound of killing, "It's only three things, it's time to do it!"

From the moment he drew the sword, the Xuanlu Ghost King felt a tremor in the depths of his soul, as if that knife was even more terrifying than Luo Shengjia.

"Wait!" It hurriedly waved its hand, "Why bother fighting to the death!"

Dong Rui smiled: "What I die, you live, only you die!"

"If you let me live today, I can sign a contract with you!" The Xuanlu Ghost King said quickly, "Luo Shengjia's master has always been ambitious and proud, and there is no one who does not fight!" As long as you sign a contract with me, there will be no shortage of disciplined and fearless elites in your army from now on!"

"You should know how important it is to have a team of strikers in an army, and how difficult it is to choose a striker." It continued in one breath, "With my help, this kind of elite is at your fingertips, and it is effortless!"

As soon as Luo Shengjia appeared, Fu Liushan was startled.

This, this, this is on?

He was originally worried that He Lingchuan would be moved, after all, Luo Shengjia's previous masters respected the supremacy of force, and this kind of help should not be in vain.

Besides, he had also seen the control technique of the Xuanlu Ghost King, and the sharp troops controlled by it did have strong combat effectiveness.

However, He Lingchuan was unmoved, and the floating knife shot, filling the room with cold light. "If this method is useful, why did you lose to Luo Shengjia twice in a row?"

He already has the best, so why settle for the next best?

The Xuanlu Ghost King dodged left and right, dodging three knives. It was a soul body, but the floating blade still made it faintly painful, and the last knife directly hit its right arm, causing it to roar in pain.