A black zombie skeleton dripping with sewage was coming from one end of the hallway.

At the head was their old acquaintance, the Golden Retriever.

"Hi guys, hello guys." The golden retriever greeted him warmly, but he knew at a glance that he had bad intentions.

"Why are you still alive?" Brother Chicken Paw looked resentful, this scum didn't die!

Moreover, these zombies all seem to be subordinate to him.

"Thanks to her."

The golden retriever stretched out his hands, and the big guy looked: "After eating that claw, I actually made these ghosts mistakenly think that I was the same kind, and with my IQ, I could easily subdue them."

So, what kind of death do you want now? Hahahaha~~ I can satisfy you all! ”

"Go back to the house." Yuan Qingli decisively ordered.

This momentum, Sword Immortal is estimated to be unable to handle it.

The four of them quickly entered the house and locked it.

Yuan Qingli turned around and unwrapped the bandage of Brother Chicken Claw: "Lend your hand for use." ”

Brother Chicken Paw was stunned, this sentence seems familiar, and....

Sure enough, after Yuan Qingli was disassembled, he slapped it with one palm and directly squeezed the broken wound.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

Blood spilled from the freshly healed wound, and the smell was overflowing.

A dark wind gradually drifted in the room, and a red light seemed to emerge.

Outside the door, there was the sound of fingernails scratching the door, mixed with the arrogant laughter of the golden retriever.

"Not enough. Lin Shaojie, press it and squeeze it more. ”

Yuan Qingli took out the axe, rolled up his sleeves, and Brother Chicken Paw instantly turned pale: "Don't!" ”

"Yuan Qingli, don't!" Lin Shaojie exclaimed, but there was no other movement in his hands.

Yuan Qingli slashed with an axe, and her arm was dripping with blood in an instant.

When he arrived, the room was filled with red light, and the shrine reappeared.

"Quick, find a clue."

"Yes, yes, you'll die if you bleed too much." Brother Chicken Paw's blood dripped from his fingers.

Portfolios, brushes, and spirit cards without words. Nothing else.

"Could it be—to write the names of these people on the spirit tablet, and then worship?"

"Lin Shaojie, you write." Yuan Qingli pressed on her arm to prevent the blood from clotting, and it was the first time she had looked forward to bleeding for the first time.

Of more than a dozen names, Lin Shaojie's hand speed is very fast, although the font climbs like an earthworm, but it is finally written.

After writing, the red light of the shrine became brighter and brighter, so bright that the four of them couldn't open their eyes.

After that, the originally fixed window was opened, revealing the bright sunlight outside the window, and warmth followed.

"Boom!"

The door was torn apart, and the Golden Retriever led a number of ghosts into the house.

"Hahaha, you guys jump!" The golden retriever saw the situation clearly and called out arrogantly.

Yuan Qingli stopped the bleeding, and there seemed to be a blue light flowing behind him, which was vaguely visible, and it was a green face.

"Do you want to stay in this hell forever?" Yuan Qingli stood up and yelled at the zombie ghosts.

"Do you want to get out of this place? No more being locked here forever like a lonely ghost! ”

Many ghosts were illuminated by the warm sunlight, and they seemed to be clear, and they were obviously frozen.

"Let us go, I will pay tribute to you, and, give an account for your unjust death."

Silence, suffocating silence.

Among the many ghosts, there was a majestic and low response: "Good." ”

"What are you doing? Go up and bite them, go. "The golden retriever punched and kicked in the back, muffled sounds.

The ghost thing slowly retreated, and hundreds of eyes hit him, and he still didn't realize it: "Go, go!" ”

"Ah, what are you doing, what are you doing, I am your leader...... Ahhh ”

The screams echoed and then faded away.

"It's our name, remember your promise."

A piece of paper floated from the doorway, densely packed with words.

Fold the pieces of paper and stuff them in your pockets. Yuan Qingli responded in her heart: Definitely.

Suddenly, Yuan Qingli felt a little floating under her feet.

She thought it was a loss of blood, but the next moment, the whole building shook, as if a naughty boy had knocked down the building blocks that had been built with great difficulty.

At first it was just gentle, like an aftershock.