In the dark house, there is a lifeless appearance.

Gray fallen leaves everywhere, unknown putrid water, dead wood trembling weakly in the shaking of the night wind, in the reflection of the moonlight, like a dying old man waving his hands, hoping to grasp something, but never grabbing, this kind of scene can be seen everywhere in this large mansion compound sitting on the ground.

Dead silence, gloomy and depressing.

There is no straightforward bloody horror, but in the deep courtyard, the atmosphere of Chinese horror is full, as if there are ghosts everywhere, but it seems that you can't see anything wherever you turn.

Emotional repression is quietly accumulating.

People will always scare themselves, be suspicious, and eventually collapse with emotions that they will collapse.

However, Wu Mourning may have too many muscles in his brain.

He didn't have much fear of the scene of strolling in the mansion, but commented with great interest, if this place was arranged as a mourning hall and hung with many white silks, it would definitely be able to make people frightened. If you make a red thing, it is not suitable to publicize, and there is no atmosphere for publicity, it should be a small lamp in the deepest part of the room, and the bride with a head cover sits there quietly, which is the best.

This yin house is not small, and it is almost catching up with the area of a community.

Even if it's dilapidated and vacant.

It is still able to see the luxury of the past, and it can only be said that it is worthy of being the place where the big officials live, and it seems that it is not much worse than the Grand View Garden in the Dream of Red Mansions.

And there are many mansions like this in Puhai.

Think about the narrow and cramped chicken coop where the workers live in the bitter garden, and it is not easy for the poor to stand up.

Wu Mian, who was walking around as if he was coming to experience a tour, opened a door casually, the room was empty, there was no furniture, no decoration, no demons and monsters, only some unknown garbage was full of dust and piled up in the corner, and he couldn't help frowning.

Subconsciously turned around and looked into the dark corner.

But he saw a happy statue of an artist hammering a drum in that direction, looking in his direction.

Since Wu Mourning entered this Yin Mansion, he has not felt very comfortable.

It's not very serious, it's like being in a turbulent current, most of the keen perception is disturbed by the turbulence, and sometimes there are some strange oppressive feelings that can't be said.

Wu Mian instinctively turned around, but he was stunned at a glance out of the corner of his eye.

When was this door closed?

The wooden door lacked maintenance, and the movement between opening and closing could be said to be very large, and with the perception of the Kaizang warrior, there was no reason why the wooden door was closed at such a close distance without him being aware of it.

He stood in the doorway and paused for a moment.

Wu Mian decisively stretched out his hand and pushed the door open again!

With a bang, the wooden door was violently pushed open, and the inside was still empty. Wu Mourning stood at the door and looked at it, and simply walked in, there was really nothing in it, and even Wu Mourning jumped up in the air on the beam of the house to investigate, it was impossible to hide something.

Turning around to go out, Wu Mourning's face changed.

The door is closed again!

And this time it was still closed silently, and he didn't notice it at all.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Wu Mian laughed evilly, stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob and shook it vigorously!

But the door didn't open.

As if someone was playing a prank, he grabbed it outside the door and tried to trap Wu Mourning inside.

Than strength, right?

Wu Mourning's qi and blood were suddenly excited, and with a bang, the wooden door was pulled and bent, and the closed wooden door still bit and refused to let go, and the divine gate suddenly cut in and stretched open, directly blasting the wooden door into pieces! Wu Mourning, who had a violent breath, stepped out of the sawdust with a murderous spirit, brushed off the debris on his body casually, and looked at everything around him with a fierce look!

"Hide and seek? Hide-and-seek again? Uncle, I like hide and seek the most, you little bastard can hide well, don't be caught by me. I was caught, but I had to eat my uncle's big fist in a casserole. ”

This yin house is indeed a bit interesting.

Since Wu Mourning's debut, he has never seen such a strange scene, it seems that qi and blood are not very effective here, and he is now excited.

As a martial idiot, Wu is excited, and then someone is going to suffer.

Since perception has no role to play here.

Wu Mian simply gave up thinking, and wherever he went, he went up and slapped it twice when he saw something unpleasant, even if he couldn't solve it today, he would at least break through and see what kind of Mingtang was hiding in this place, it was so weird.

The martial artists who walked in the dragon and the tiger were angry, but there was no strange situation for a while, as if they were all frightened away by this excited evil star.

It took about a quarter of an hour to walk inside.

Wu Mourning's ears could no longer hear the slightest sound, and the annoying white noise filled his ears.

As if entering another world, the smell of fireworks in Puhai disappeared, the rustling wind disappeared, and the silence was so low that it was easy to make people feel manic. An invisible feeling of hair began to creep in, as if something was peeking at him.

Walk in one direction without thinking.

After a while, I came to a place similar to a pavilion theater, which should be the previous owner of the house, please go to the place where the famous corner of the pear orchard sings at home, the original scenery is infinite, but it is extremely desolate and lonely at the moment. Wu Mian heard the sound of small moving footsteps from the theater, and immediately showed a hideous smile.

"Got you, naughty little friend!"

The small sound fell into Wu Mian's ears as clear as a thunderbolt.

The furious posture was as easy as a bulldozer to destroy the wooden door blocking the way, and the next moment, Wu Mourning, who was like an arrow, almost rushed to the theater with the speed of running up the wall.

The place is spacious and cool, and it is impossible for ordinary people to hide from it.

Wu Mourning glanced around and found that the small footsteps that looked like they were climbing the dragon steps on the stage had disappeared, and the last place it disappeared was the gap in the railing on one side.

This theater building is quite high.

If it's not human, it's not hard to hide.

Wu Mian felt that the outside of the railing with an obvious gap was quite suspicious, so he walked there murderously, leaned out directly and looked up and down. There was nothing suspicious above or below, which made him wonder if something was wrong.

Just as he was about to turn around, suddenly something approached at such a fast speed that his breath was so fast that even Wu Mian didn't have time to react.

That thing pushed Wu Mourning's back with all his might!

And then......

Then it noticed that the person in front of it was not moving.

Ah, it's a little embarrassing.

The strange thing that didn't believe in evil exerted its strength again, trying with all its strength to push Wu Mourning down and fall to his death, but no matter how hard it tried, Wu Mourning was motionless as if it was rooted in the ground.

"You can't push it, can you?"

Hell if you push it.

Even if it doesn't provoke the divine state, with the power of the golden body of the holy icon alone, it is not something that ordinary yin ghosts dare to provoke.

His head turned unnaturally, and the golden body of the icon gave Wu Mourning a physical change to the soul, so that he suddenly turned his head at this moment, and the scene looked particularly terrifying in the moonlight. Not to mention people, even the ghost thing with a little incense on his body couldn't help but tremble when he looked at him.

The next moment!

This haunting yin thing was bombarded by Wu Mourning like a cannonball, and burst out from the other side of the stage! And faster than this guy flying out upside down, Wu Mourning's body is like a swimming dragon following up, grabbing its big hand, like a knotted python showing the overwhelming strength of the martial artist!

Smash!

Grabbing the head of this thing, Wu Mourning used the power of the thousand catties that fell from a height, and with a cruel smile, he pressed the back of the head of this thing to the masonry ground at once!

Bang!!

The scene was terrible, the debris fell in all directions like rain, and the yin ghost who was killed by the violent bombardment twitched, and he was directly unconscious.

Wu Mian picked up this thing from the ground and shook it.

It seems that there is still gas.

The strange incense yin power on the other party's body was directly hammered away by him, revealing the appearance of a strange martial artist.

Wu Mourning was happy to see this.

It was the first time he had seen the power of ghosts and gods attached to a martial artist, no wonder this guy had just become one with the environment, and he was disturbed and couldn't perceive the other party. However, the opponent's strength seems to be too weak, and it belongs to the invisible restraint of the golden body of the holy icon, and he has not exerted any strength.

What kind of means is this?

God, please? God hits? Ghost upper body?

It's so weak!

Let's all die!

"Anyone else? If you don't plan to come out, I'll tear this person apart. ”

Wu Mourning looked around, shook the unconscious warrior's thigh vigorously, and then stepped on the ground with one foot, revealing a strong sense of cruelty. This action, with the strength of a warrior, can really tear a person's hands apart.

Don't really say it.

With Wu Mourning's voice, two figures really appeared one after another.

They also seemed to sense that the power of the ghosts and gods on their bodies had no effect on Wu Mourning, so as soon as they came out, they all withdrew from their bodies, and instead the qi and blood power of the blades in their hands were surging.

It's probably in the middle of the Qizang, and it's not the kind of very strong middle section.

Feeling the change of the leyline ritual in the Yin Mansion, Wu Mian twisted his neck and asked.

"Just you two?"

"Hmph, Wu Xinzhuo, let people go." One of them shouted loudly.

"A net has been laid outside, and the lifeless sword of the Nine Layers of Qizang can kill you at any time! Hurry up and take it, lest we call people, and you will suffer a lot of flesh and skin. The other man's tone was full of condescension.

Wu Mourning's nose twitched, but he smelled the smell of stinky dogs kneeling and licking.

He plucked out his ears and said indifferently.

"I'm so scared, you're going to call someone, I'm really scared." After reading the script in a sticky tone, Wu Mourning, who was expressionless, then said with interest. "It's not that I don't believe you calling people, it's that I want to open my eyes, how about you call people over first? Shouting that maybe I would be scared and surrender. ”

Seeing that Wu Mourning was so provocative, the two warriors immediately stirred up their qi and blood and released a signal outward.

After a long time, it was still quiet outside.

Wu Mourning's smile was full of sarcasm.

"Shake people? Who wouldn't? ”

(End of chapter)