When the old ghost had said this, he spoke again:

"Several Taoist leaders, I have said everything that should be said.

Please take us out of here!

If we don't go out, we will only be eaten alive by them. ”

As soon as the old ghost's voice fell, the rest of the wrinkled ghosts also spoke one after another at this time.

"Please!"

"Take us away! Take us away! ”

“……”

I raised my hand:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the demons in the building have not been eliminated.

You can't leave this building now.

Wait a minute.

When we go upstairs except for them, you will all be safe. ”

When the ghosts heard this, they could only nod.

Now we are their hope.

"Dao Chief, be careful!"

"Dao Chief, that butcher has an iron hook, very fierce."

"Yes, every time he eats our bodies, he will use a hook, first hook our mouths, and then drop on the beams of the house to eat, but it hurts."

“……”

They have spoken up to warn them, hoping that we can get rid of the evil spirits here.

We didn't say anything more.

But remember their words, iron hooks......

"Hmm" and exited the room.

As before, the kitchen knife on the urn was directly driven away by Mao Jing with a curse.

The kitchen knife shattered to the ground.

The ghosts locked in the house, without the deterrence of kitchen knives, were all half relieved, and they felt comfortable and comfortable.

When we got to the hallway, we noticed that it was fogging outside.

And this fog is not normal at first glance, it is not an ordinary kind of water mist.

The fog was cold and bitter, with a heavy chill.

This is yin qi, because it is too heavy, it condenses into a fog, and it is already visible to the naked eye.

"What a heavy yin qi!"

Pan Ling sighed.

I stared at the rising mist, and said in a deep voice:

"Didn't the old man just say that every three months, at twelve o'clock at midnight, there will be the sound of chanting here?

And outside, there will be a thick fog.

It's already half past ten, and in an hour and a half, the chanting will come out.

Tonight at twelve o'clock, what should happen.

Everyone be careful. ”

After Zhang Yuchen heard what I said, he didn't care at all:

"Whatever, we're all here, I'm afraid it won't work.

Go up to the third floor first, and when you kill the ghost on the third floor, go to the fourth floor and kill the butcher ghost.

Layer by layer, it's just ......"

Zhang Yuchen said very directly, without thinking so much.

"Yes, let's go to the third floor first!"

I chimed in.

Sometimes, it's useless to think about it too much, you have to take it one step at a time.

If you don't want to do it, you can't do anything.

Then, a few of us cautiously began to go up to the third floor.

We are not fast, and we are always on our toes.

When we reached the third floor, we only felt a cold chill hitting us.

Then, I saw two green tendons bulging all over my body, and there was no hair on my body, and they suddenly flashed out.

Lying on the ground like a frog, he roared at us coming up from the staircase, and opened his mouth to let out a breath of black air.

Black gas rolled in, like a tide, surging over.

When we saw this, all four of us were shocked.

I hurriedly pulled out the black umbrella, opened it with a "bang", and blocked it in front of me:

"Everyone, be careful!"

The crowd retreated, hiding behind me.

The black gas hit the black umbrella and spread out in all directions.

This black gas does not harm us, but it can affect our vision.

The entire corridor was shrouded in black fog at this moment.

That kind of blackness is as black as ink, and even if you open your eyes, you can't see through the surroundings.

"I can't see anything now!"

I spoke.

"Me too!"

Zhang Yuchen also spoke nervously.

But Pan Ling's eyes have special abilities.

She may have seen something else in the black mist.

Suddenly he shouted, and a ghost crawled over his head at twelve o'clock.

As soon as I heard this, I drew my snake bone whip and raised my hand to whip it above the hallway.

"Smack", crookedly hitting.

With a scream, I pulled a demon off the ceiling.

Mao Jing held a charm in his hand and flung it forward.

Whisper:

"Edict!"

Spells vibrate, sneakily wailing.

Then, Pan Ling spoke again:

"Six ghosts are rushing over."

As she spoke, Pan Ling quickly cast an aura spell.

"Jiuyao is obedient, and the heavens and the earth are bright. Hua Jing is shining, and Yuan Ling is panicking.

Aura Spell; Haste as a law, edict! ”

I could feel a beam of light shining.

Three meters in front of him, there was a sneaky roar of "woo woo".

It was this voice that gave me a judgment.

The fishbone whip in his hand was pumped forward.

For a while, there were wails and screams.

Zhang Yuchen, Mao Jing, and Pan Ling were also throwing spells forward.

The explosion of the "boom boom" spell came and went.

And that black gas, although very powerful, can obscure our vision.

But it comes and goes.

We held on for about thirty seconds, and the black gas began to disperse.

In front of him, there were several injured sneakers, dragging their bodies and retreating little by little.

Zhang Yuchen was full of anger, and at this time, a big jump jumped up.

"Oudoudou, you still want to yin us. Go to hell! ”

He twisted the copper coin sword to "swish" a few swords, killing all the last few sneaky ones.

It was so dangerous just now, if it weren't for Pan Ling's yin and yang eyes.

In that environment, we had no other trick than to go backwards and downstairs, let alone fight back.

A few of us quickly rushed out of the hallway to the corridor on the third floor.

This layer is some drifting mist.

But when we looked left and right down the hallway, we didn't see a single sneaky one.

The whole third floor is very quiet.

"Pan Ling, look at the ghosts on this floor, where are they hidden?"

Pan Ling's gaze swept over every room on this floor.

Finally, he shook his head slightly:

"This layer of ghost qi is very weak, and the security state is ......"

I nodded:

"Okay, then let's go directly to the fourth floor, room 403."

Everyone let out a "hmm", clenched their weapons, and began to head towards the fourth floor.

As soon as we stepped on the stairs to the fourth floor, we heard the sound of sharpening knives with the sound of "zizi, zizizi".

We all frowned slightly.

"Who's sharpening the knife?"

Zhang Yuchen asked.

I smiled coldly:

"It must be the one who killed the pig."

After saying that, I quickly went up with the three of them.

It's just that the higher we go, the heavier the oppressive aura we feel.

In the air, there was a faint smell of blood.

We all had a premonition of danger approaching.

This time, we didn't encounter a ghost who spits black gas, nor does we encounter a black-eyed demon who stands in the way.

It wasn't until we got to the fourth floor that we found it at the end of the hallway.

There was a bald head in a leather apron and rain boots sitting on a wooden bench.

Holding a bright pig-killing knife in both hands, he was rubbing back and forth on the whetstone.

The sound of sharpening knives came from there.

Seeing this, several of us narrowed our eyes.

Bald head, leather waist, rain boots.

Isn't this the 403 butcher ghost described by Qi Qiong and the old ghost?