"This ...... What kind of monster is this?! ”

Feng Xuanming was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

In front of him was Song Jinghong, who was gnawed off by the Dragon King and chewed in his mouth.

It's like a berry bursting in your mouth, a sticky red mixed with the flesh splattering.

"Gross-"

Feng Xuanming's scalp was numb and he retched nauseously.

A minute ago.

The dragon girl woke up, played the pipa and babbled for half a sentence, and the dragon king statue in the golden pool shook off half of its kind shell like a molt, revealing a rotten and ugly dragon scale face, and slowly opened its big mouth to them.

"Roaring ——!"

The roar was deafening.

Without waiting for the three of them to react, the dragon king burst out of his shell, broke through the golden jade clothes and turned into a black dragon more than three meters high, and bit Song Jinghong, who was seriously injured and dying.

"Let's go!" Song Jinghong gritted his teeth, took off the snake ring and stuffed it to Fang Shu, and pushed him away as expected.

In the next second, the boy was bitten on the head by the sharp teeth of the black dragon and died on the spot.

"The good and evil sides."

Fang Shu clenched the snake ring seven inches, and looked vigilantly at the dragon king, who was half merciful and half hideous.

The dragon king swallowed his prey contentedly, and his face suddenly twitched a few times, pulling outward like broken black glue, forming a new head, a human face covered with rotting dragon scales.

"That's ...... that face"

Feng Xuanming trembled, "Why is that face the same as Song Jinghong?!" ”

Under the dragon scales, it is Song Jinghong's face.

"More than that."

Fang Shu lifted Feng Xuanming's back collar and said in a low voice: "Run to the second floor!" ”

The dragon girl "giggled" twice, stepped on the fountain stone, and the pipa sound poured out under her hands, and the joke was treacherous:

"The house is empty, and the wat is full of beds; The withered grass and withered poplar used to be a singing and dancing field. ”

The black dragon in the center of the fountain shook its body to the music, and the base of its neck swollen one after another hematoma, breaking and squeezing out the dragon's head.

"The spider silk is full of carved beams, and the green yarn is now on the canopy window."

Fang Shu turned his head and looked.

The dragon girl danced lightly by the fountain, her neck suddenly flipped, and her kind eyes turned into a cold and treacherous appearance.

[I'll go, how come there are still two faces]

[Don't look, run]

[Gray fog, gray fog is rising, what is this for?] Soar through the clouds! ]

Under the singing, the ethereal gray mist erodes the space, and the ethereal song and dance feast in the "Dragon Palace" is reproduced in a trance.

"Sister Lan......"

"I know."

Yan Lan leaned on the handrail to arrange her sleeves, and only when she saw Fang Shu running upstairs did she lift her eyes, and her eyes fell on Feng Xuanming:

"You and Zhang Wen leave together - give him Song Jinghong's snake ring."

As soon as her words fell, Fang Shu immediately pulled out the snake's head and fed it to Feng Xuanming's snake ring.

The countdown jumps back to "00:18:20".

"The passage is under the shrine."

Yan Lan pulled the cup rope to her arm:

"Put the valuable things on your body into the merit box, just ask for a smooth way out, and then leave here."

"Hold on."

Zhang Wen half-dragged and half-helped Feng Xuanming up, and looked at Yan Lan: "Be careful." ”

Yan Lan nodded, patted Fang Shu's shoulder, and walked downstairs against the gray mist.

"Why is this happening?"

"'February 2, the dragon raised its head, and the third watch firecrackers feasted on the Dragon Palace', after 0:00, today is the dragon's head.

"Of course, there should be the blessing of me making trouble in the Fishbone Temple."

Yan Lan's tone was casual, and her fingertips pressed the lower half-alienated forearm:

The black gas spread, and the dense rotting fish scales emitted a foul smell, and as the muscles stretched and stabbed the flesh, the pain was intense and long.

"Now this is the home of the 'Dragon King'."

Yan Lan stopped and looked sideways, and laughed playfully: "And the Dragon King feast...... Isn't it already singing and dancing, has it begun? ”

The evil-faced dragon girl downstairs played the pipa upside down, looked at Yan Lan from afar, and showed a malicious smile.

As soon as he turned around, the rhythm of the pipa sound hit his face like a shower, and the drama was beautiful and weird:

"Seeing flowers in the fog is not flowers, looking at the moon in the water is not the moon;

"True and false, good and evil, good and evil, and evil."

Before the drama fell, the fragments of the three dragon statues scattered around the fountain followed the trill, and the three vermilion lips on the ground closed and laughed and sang along:

"It is like a dream, and all living beings are false and traceless;

"People's hearts are dark and deep, and it is harder to guess than nonsense."

The stinging pain in his right arm deepened, eroding inward like sulfuric acid, and blood rolled down the rotten flesh.

Fang Shu grabbed Yan Lan's wrist and couldn't help but gasp, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The scales of the fish are so dense and terrifying that they pierce into the flesh and twist like hundreds of smirking faces, emitting black gas with the singing of the pipa girl.

Diffuse pollution at a rate visible to the naked eye.

[Help, help, my san value has dropped]

[Damn the madman deserves it, tell you to pretend to be B to violate the code and drag your mother]

[Hurry up and die, I haven't seen anyone rotting alive]

[It hurts, it hurts, it hurts to die, why is Yan Lan still laughing]

"Because it sounds good, isn't that a good word?"

Yan Lan whispered, she was about to hear the words of Fang Shu clearly, and the pain in her brain was like a split and a tumbling, squeezing and numbness.

"How well written this word is......"

Yan Lan chuckled.

The whispers in my ears gradually became clear, filled with chaotic shouts, mockery, laughter, and familiar timbre only screams and cries, noisy into deafening sorrows.

As soon as I opened my eyes, the picture was like a blurred mirror shattered, burned into a raging fire in a bloody faint, burned into my own barren heart, and the bloody statue seemed to be left only with madness and torn rage.

The yin-yang fish on the jade cup turned wildly, almost turning blood red.

"It hurts, I hurt ......"

Yan Lan blinked and muttered, suddenly reached out and took out a scalpel from his Fang Shu pocket, bit open the protective sheath and slashed away a large piece of rotten fish scales.

Blood gushed out.

"Sister Lan——!"

"Worship God and Buddha to sacrifice the body and soul, and ants to ask for high-ranking officials;

"Kind eyes and Zen mouth, greed, hatred, cocooning."

The Pipa Dragon Maiden danced around the fountain on all sides, her white and colorless soles of her feet brushing the blood, and the sound of the evil face was piercing for a while, and the sound of the good face was soft and beautiful for a while.

The sound of a crazy lute pierces the entire museum.

As soon as Fang Shu was about to stop it, Yan Lan used a scalpel against his neck.

"Shhh

"I'm awake and not sick," Yan Lan tilted her head and whispered, scanning her surroundings before curling the corners of her lips, "Let me listen to their voices for a while." ”

There was no one around at all, and Fang Shu's complexion changed suddenly.

"The charm is like human skin, and the desire is not enough to swallow the elephant;

"Firecrackers come on the second day of February, and worship the dragon king in the middle of the night on the third watch."

The strings of the pipa broke, the dragon girl "giggled", and her scarlet pupils stared at the two upstairs.

The original thin gray mist spread from all directions, covering the sky and blinding the sight, with a pungent smell of blood.

"Hahahaha......"

At the moment when the gray mist completely descended, the dragon girl laughed and was bitten and swallowed by the black dragon!

The sarcoma on the neck of the black dragon burst open, and the most central female dragon head grew.

The escaped hydra had a mutilated neck, six clear human faces and curved lips, grinning at the humans in the hunting cage.

The vision is completely dark.