Bang Dang!

Bang Dang!

There was a fierce slamming of the door in the library, and the howls of the dried corpses came like ghosts, and they were so tired that they sat in the hallway, gasping for breath for the rest of their lives.

"Brother Yue, look."

Yue Guanchao looked at the stone stairs, and countless ghost-handed leeches crawled slowly towards the stairs like ants migrating.

The staircase was pitch black and chaotic, and nothing could be seen, like an entrance to the netherworld, where leeches kept rushing out.

Some soldiers and bandits who had never seen it escaped from the leech pile by luck, and were soon caught by the ghost hands and dragged back to the swarm.

These soldiers and bandits slapped the leeches on their bodies, no matter how they drove them away, the leeches were not afraid of the living, they were quickly pierced into the flesh by the ghost fingernails, together with the flesh and bones, and were sucked into dry corpses by the leeches, and there was not even any flesh and bone residue left.

Wave after wave, Yue Guanchao had no time to be afraid, they fought hard and ran towards a higher place.

As they made their way up the stairs, they were attracted by the rush of heat and glanced down.

The desolate clearing in the patio turned into a sea of fire at this time.

The scarlet magma rushed and flowed from the cracks, and the soldiers and bandits who didn't have time to come up were pushed into the magma by leeches, and the roars and pains resounded through the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, these living people were burned to black coal, slowly sinking to the bottom like a stone.

This kind of tragic image, he never wanted to see him a second time in his life, and fled to the top floor like crazy with his companions.

At this time, an even stranger situation appeared!

Originally, it was only a three-story stone building, but it seemed that there was no end to it, and everyone seemed to have walked into an infinite loop of stairs, and the rattan handles were full of constant tremors, trying to grasp the severed limbs of the living.

He had already sensed that something was wrong at this time, and when he looked back, there were already hundreds of stone steps they had run, and they were coiled around the side of the cloister, like a winding mountain and snake road.

The suspension bridge on the top floor is even more terrifying, and the nine chains are no longer bronze statues, but living people who have been skinned and hung upside down, and blood foams spurting out.

For a moment, blood erupted from a high place, and it fell like a torrential rain.

The patio seemed to be pouring blood rain, and the entire stone steps were splashed with blood, steaming by the magma heat, and smoked so much that people had to vomit out their meals overnight.

"Gross! I didn't expect the blood to be so disgusting. ”

Even Xiao Wu, who was used to killing his prey, began to retch when he smelled blood, which shows how strong this smell is.

"Yue Guanchao, we're afraid that we will encounter a ghost hitting the wall, so let's rest, even if we are tired to death, we may not be able to run out."

ran dozens of stone steps in a row, and even a person couldn't stand it.

It's just that the monsters don't understand them.

Out of the surging pile of corpses came a grotesque-looking giant monster.

This monster was actually wearing a sacrificial dress seen on the screen door of the hall of worship.

It's just that at this time, she is no longer a kind and solemn woman, her body is closer to a man, and her body is covered with pimples and horizontal flesh protruding from her clothes.

That terrifying face was wearing a bronze ghost mask the size of a basin, and only the terrifying eyes leaked out, just looking at the bloodshot eyes, I could think of the look of gritting teeth behind the mask!

She wielded her sword, whirring through the corpses around her.

"This monster, it can't be Shao Si Ming."

Song Siyuan's words, I have to believe it, they also have this question in their hearts.

"No matter what the god is, I see that the six relatives don't recognize it, if we are caught, there is no good fruit to eat, hurry up and run to it."

The corpse walked hideously, and the giant sword behind him came out with a trail of blood, and came straight at them.

The more anxious they became, the more confused they became, and just when everyone thought they were going to die, a rapid gunshot sounded in their ears.

The sound of this gunshot frightened everyone's minds in an instant.

They looked up and saw that the endless staircase was gone, and Utuman lowered his gun from the suspension bridge and waved his hand at them.

Suddenly saved, their bodies gushed out with a nameless force, and they crossed the stairs and walked up the suspension bridge to enter the only temple on the top floor.

With a bang, the temple doors closed, and everyone was safe for the time being.

Yue Guanchao looked around through the faint candle flame in the temple, this temple was not big, and it could accommodate a few of them.

On the altar, there is a young priest in the mural of the worship hall!

It's just that the young priest in the shrine is no longer a mural, but a puppet made of gold and stone, from appearance to posture to clothing, it is exactly the same as Shao Siming, like a real person, standing on the altar.

The only round iron window behind the temple kept pouring into the firelight, sending a glimmer of light to the dark temple, and at the same time, it also plated the statue of Shao Siming with a golden halo wheel, as if it appeared in front of people, shining with divine light.

Yue Guanchao stared at the statue a few times, and made sure that she was just a statue, so he was relieved to bypass the altar and walk to the back of the statue and look out of the window.

The temple was located on the third floor, the highest point of the entire Nogido Temple, and he had a clear view of the world outside the fortress.

The wilderness, which was barren just now, has now turned into a sea of magma and fire, and all the trees and buildings are covered with a layer of red flames.

Once a living person is burned by flames, no matter how it is splashed, they can only watch themselves being engulfed by flames and turned into black ashes struggling to survive.

With the wailing and the corpses in front of him, he wiped his sweat and returned to the altar to look at Utuman, who he thought had not escaped from Yizhuang.

"Uncle Utuman, I remember that you were behind us, how did you know that this temple could hide people."

Song Siyuan and Lu Fengjian were also very curious about this question, and looked at Utuman with strange eyes.

The old man was also shocked, and looked at them with a low breath: "Housheng, you are not familiar with this place and have taken a long detour, and we have just heard the gunshots, so we groped through the back door." ”

"No, Uncle Utuman, how did you get out? Didn't these monsters hurt you? ”

Lu Fengjian has experienced so many strange things, and he is vigilant about everything they see!

He saw that Utuman and the other three villagers were clean and tidy, and there was not even a trace of blood, and the doubts in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Cautiously holding a flashlight, he shone a picture at Utuman, and was relieved to make sure that they all had shadows.

Utuman seemed to guess his thoughts, sat on the ground and waved his hand at him: "Housheng, don't take pictures, we are human beings, and we are not dead yet." ”

It's no wonder that Lu Fengjian is careful, the faces of those who fled first are covered with blood, and their bodies are full of blood, but they are neat and clean after they are left, which is more or less weird.