The voice in the western-style building was very strange, and there was a gurgling with a clatter, but what appeared in Bai Lang's mind was a big mouth chewing with meat and bones. "It's not strange to eat meat, but the problem is that this anger is a bit weird. "The aura in this building is very distorted even in this world. "Maybe this is where the game breaks?" Bai Lang made up his mind and walked towards the small building.

The gate and wall were of no use to Bai Lang, he easily crossed the gate and came to the door of the western-style building - with Bai Lang's stealth ability, of course, he pushed the door directly in. "What a sneak peek!" he commanded into the private house, and there was nothing unusual at all. "But what's going on with this house? It's dirty. You see, this wall is still leaking. "Bai Lang didn't want to touch it at all, the thing leaking from the wall should be blood.

But it's too sticky, just like tomato sauce, and Bai Lang won't go up and touch and lick it. The blood seeped out and gradually turned black and red, which looked very disgusting, and there was a stench in the house, which Bai Lang knew was the smell of corpses and the smell of fresh corpses in the water after they had been dissected. "Murder scene, serial killings?"

Bai Lang pushed open the door of the room, but it didn't seem to get any reaction, and the sound on the second floor was not abnormal at all. Bai Lang heard an unknown murmur, like a needle about to pierce his consciousness. The innate master Gang Qi protects the body, plus the white tiger roaring in his imagination, these things can't get in. "Not a good thing. Bai Lang looked around, something squirming in the darkness.

When Bai Lang looked carefully, there was nothing, he ignored these cowards and walked up the stairs to the second floor. The chewing sound did not stop, and Bai Lang saw the source of the sound as soon as he went up - a fresh corpse, disemboweled, and mutilated. There was more than one, and there were several corpses of varying degrees of death on the second floor, some of which had shriveled, shrunken, blackened, and oozing foul odors.

However, the cannibalism was gone, and the chewing sound was still there, but nothing was visible. Bai Lang stood in the foul air, raising his eyebrows and looking around carefully, and a whirlwind had rolled up around him, but unfortunately the whole house was full of stench, and there was no way to blow them away. These whirlwinds are now just circling the white waves, and if something wants to attack, the whirlwind will simply turn into a frenzied wind blade.

Next to the fresh corpse, Bai Lang saw a pair of shoes, a pair of high heels. The high heels were very new, so clean that they didn't fit in with this place, and then Bai Lang also saw a pair of silk gloves on the corpse, as if his hands were propped up on both ends of the corpse. At the same time that Bai Lang was looking at this, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs behind him, very slow and hesitant but quite heavy.

Although Feng Neng told Bai Lang about a radius of three hundred and sixty degrees, this person's habit would still make him turn his head to look. There was a pair of shoes on the stairs, which were fixed to the stairs up and down, and when he turned back again, he found that the orientation of the shoes in front of the corpse had also changed, and the gloves were gone. Bai Lang smiled, trying not to open his mouth to laugh so as not to let the disgusting stench pour into his mouth, he stretched out a hand, and the whirlwind whined and swirled on his palm.

"Invisible?" Bai Lang muttered, his true qi gathering in his eyes, but he still couldn't see it. It seems that if there is no special pupil technique, Bai Lang will not be able to see these "invisible things". His spiritual sense told him that there was definitely something in front of and behind him, but he couldn't see it with his eyes. The whirlwind on Bai Lang's palm disappeared, and his true qi directly released the talisman qi, mobilizing the wind around him to push outward, bringing the entire second floor and the space above his head and feet into the scope of the wind.

The wind blew disorderly, pulling the clothes from those corpses, "Ha, can't you find it?" There was still nothing in the wind circle of the white waves. The upper limit of this world is higher than the upper limit of Bai Lang, so now I gave this innate master a dismount. When he didn't look behind him, footsteps rang out and approached. Bai Lang took a step across and turned ninety degrees—so that both the stairs and the corpse were in front of him.

As a result, there was still the sound of clackling footsteps behind him.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Bai Lang still didn't find anything, he scratched his chin, "Underestimate the heroes of the world!" Bai Lang didn't want to try at all to see if his golden bell jar could block the attacks that might come later-these weird things in front of him, just thinking about it would be ill-intentioned. Bai Lang drank softly, raised his palm up at will, and a tornado appeared out of thin air, directly lifting the ceiling with a bang.

But the next moment the ceiling seemed to go back in time and come back again. Bai Lang didn't believe in evil, and slapped down with his backpalm, this time drilling a big hole in the roof from the outside in, but the next moment it was back to the same as before. "Oh ho! It's become an anomalous space. Bai Lang also felt a little tricky, so he took the initiative to attack the place where the high heels in front of him were. The white wave figure drove the wind and grabbed it with one claw.

As he had estimated, the claw was neatly clawed - the part above the shoe that might have been the torso was empty, and Bai Lang's claw with the strength of the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist had not touched anything. The footsteps behind him became urgent and fast, and after Bai Lang's body passed over the high heels, it was equivalent to the high heels behind him. Sure enough, two rumors came. Bai Lang's back and waist felt the impact.

The protective body of the golden bell jar exploded, but as soon as the bronze bell was lit up, it was directly shattered into two large holes, and the skin and flesh in these two places of Bai Lang were concave downward, and then rebounded directly. But even so, these two places have left blue-purple paw prints. Bai Lang's luck dissolved the cold air that had infiltrated into his body, "If it weren't for the fact that my golden bell jar could already protect my internal organs, I'm afraid that this time it would be through the lungs and kidneys." ”

However, there is also a bonus, that is, the long silk glove began to burn in Bai Lang's eyes, and the sharp cry echoed on the second floor. "The power of the golden bell jar's pure yang to fight back! Bai Lang said, "What kind of ghost thing is this? Fortunately, Lao Tzu is an innate master, and he can't directly enter through the body, and if he changes to a random person, he is afraid that he has already become a corpse." ”

Since he knew what it was after eating a trick, Bai Lang also let go of half of his heart, he roared, and immediately a white tiger phantom in armor took shape to envelop him in it, and then the white tiger also stood up, Bai Lang's palms turned into the palms of the white tiger, and swept and stabbed madly forward, backward, left, and right, and a large number of air blades slashed out like a cloak. "Eat me first!"