Voice-activated lights flickered on and off, messy shadows reflected on the ceiling and walls, and occasional grumbling cries could be heard.

Shu Ange walked through the corridor and pushed open the door of the stairwell, intending to walk down the stairs to meet Zong Yujing. She took the talisman seal he had given her earlier in her hand, and the Yuqing sword was across her chest, staring intently ahead.

"Bang-"

Something suddenly rolled down the stairs, Shu Ange dodged in time, and found that the thing rolling down was a human head with unkempt hair - or a human head as big as a bucket.

After Shu Ange dodged the human head that was swollen like a big stone, it suddenly flew up from the staircase and rushed towards her with its bloody mouth open.

The rotten and swollen head exudes a disgusting fishy smell, Shu Ange vaguely saw that the head should have been a woman before his death, and his fangs were very hideous and terrifying.

Shu Ange took a step back, threw out a talisman seal, then turned over and jumped directly down the stairs, the thunder exploded, the big head let out a miserable scream, and slammed into the wall, leaving many pus-filled marks.

There was a disgusting aura in the air, Shu Ange endured the discomfort and continued to rush forward, using his divine sense to probe Zong Yujing's location as he rushed.

The Nova Mansion is very strange, the entire interior of the building is almost filled with almost substantial yin qi, obviously there have only been a few murders here, but Shu Ange feels like staying in a mass grave.

Thinking of this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind.

Maybe Nova Mansion used to be a mass grave!

In the past, the urban area was small, but after the continuous expansion of the urban area, many mass graves were converted into schools or commercial areas and residential areas.

Because this kind of thing is so common, it is generally not specifically noted.

After thinking of this, Shu Ange rushed forward faster, this place was even more dangerous than she and Zong Yujing expected.

"Sect Friend, where are you?"

In the case of too much yin qi and almost hindering the divine sense, calling the other person's name has become the simplest and most effective aspect of communication.

After calling for a while, no one agreed, Shu Ange changed his name to "Zong Yujing".

At this moment, the sound of iron pieces crashing with neat steps, the corridor and room suddenly disappeared, and Shu Ange found herself standing on a hollow and desolate sand with a dark sky as blood.

In front of her, a group of Yin soldiers wearing ancient armor and missing arms and legs, with weapons in their hands, walked towards her in a neat line.

This kind of shock is definitely more numbing to the scalp than a whole bunch of walking dead rushing at the same time in the movie.

Looking at the style of the armor, these Yin soldiers have existed for more than hundreds of years. After so many years, the resentment on their bodies can be imagined.

Shu Ange made a decision immediately, relying on his memory, turned around and ran towards the top of the stairs.

After she ran, those Yin soldiers seemed to have received some order, and chased after her in unison.

When they walked in a neat line, they looked very clumsy, but when they scattered to chase Shu Ange, each one was more dexterous than the other, and soon they were only a stone's throw away from her.

"Damn."

Beads of sweat appeared on Shu Ange's forehead, and he rushed forward with the strength of breastfeeding, while worrying about the safety of Qizong Yujing.

Did he encounter a larger number of Yin soldiers in danger, otherwise he would definitely turn back to her as soon as he was taken down by the elevator.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The Yin soldier shouted the word "kill" and rushed towards Shu Ange, full of momentum, which reminded her of the ancient battlefield.

"If you want to kill me, it's not that easy."

Seeing that the other party was about to catch up, Shu Ange turned around suddenly, grabbed a handful of talismans and threw them out, and at the same time laid a simple formation on his side.

She's not someone to be slaughtered, and she'll never let these things take her life.

"Boom ......"

When the situation was extremely urgent, a muffled cry suddenly sounded, Shu Ange looked down, and Xiao Huanghuang stuck her head out of her satchel.

"Didn't I put you in the hotel?"

Shu Ange was worried that when she caught a ghost today, she accidentally injured Xiao Huanghuang, so she specially put it in the hotel, but she didn't know how it slipped out with her.

"Woo, you ate me, beat the ghosts."

Xiao Huang Huang stared at his soybean-like eyes, held back his fear, and took the initiative to ask Shu Ange to eat himself.

She pressed Xiao Huanghuang's head into the satchel, and then threw out a handful of talismans: "Hide yourself, I'm not an ogre, why did I eat something that opened my mind." ”

When Xiao Huang heard Shu Ange's words, she was moved to tears and forgave her for her occasional slip of the tongue.

It hid in its backpack, listening to the movement outside, and its heart was up and down, eager to fight away those ghosts for Shu Ange.

The talisman seal was thrown out like a snowflake, and the Yin soldiers did not decrease, but became more and more, and the inner and outer three layers surrounded Shu Ange in the middle.

"Bang-"

The defensive formation she hastily set up was finally broken, and seven or eight weapons stabbed at her at the same time, Shu Ange snorted softly, and was about to fight hard with the Yuqing sword, and the melodious sound of the flute suddenly sounded.

Shu Ange's brows relaxed, the corners of his lips couldn't help but show a smile, and the sound of the flute became desolate and sad, like the mourning music played when the soldiers were buried hundreds of years ago.

The Yin soldiers suddenly stopped attacking, and stood in place like stone sculptures one by one, looking at Shu Ange's back in a daze.

She looked back, and on the desolate and vast battlefield, a figure in a yellow Taoist robe walked slowly towards her with a purple jade flute.

Zong Yujing's eyes were not covered with brocade bands, and a pair of blood-red eyes, like a deep pool of blood, firmly inhaled people into them.

Shu Ange carried the Yuqing sword and walked towards Zong Yujing stupidly, at this moment, she just wanted to hug him into her arms, kiss his forehead, his eyes and his lips.

As the sound of the flute continued, the Yin soldiers laid down their weapons one by one, and in the atmosphere of silence and sorrow, they first turned into bones, and then turned into powder and disappeared into the empty battlefield.

There are fewer and fewer Yin soldiers, and the distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Shu Ange finally walked in front of Zong Yujing, the yellow sand was all over the sky, the weeds were stained red with dried blood, she raised her head, stretched out her hand and gently touched Zong Yujing's cheek with her fingertips.

"You're finally here."

Her bright smile, like the sun, illuminates the dim battlefield.

Zong Yujing looked at the last Yin soldier who disappeared, put down the purple jade flute in his hand, and the tragic and touching sound of the flute came to an abrupt end.

"I'm coming."

Shu Ange held Zong Yujing's cheeks with both hands, her eyes were full of smiles, her feet quietly left the ground, and she gently kissed the cinnabar mole hidden in the center of his eyebrows.

After the crisis was resolved, Xiao Huanghuang poked his head out of his satchel, covered his little eyes after seeing this scene, and said, "Shame, shame." ”

Zong Yujing reached out and pressed Xiao Huanghuang's head down, it snorted a few times, and no longer tried to drill its head out.

(Meow, the blue bridge who is afraid of trembling said, I will write it tomorrow during the day, and I am afraid to write about this plane at night)