Early the next morning, Hou Bufan found that the two were still in the room, and after discussing it with the Buddhist shrine, he immediately took his younger brothers and hurried outside.

In the next ten days, it was all smooth, until they came to the outside of the city, and several people followed a team of merchants and entered the city smoothly.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of others, they wanted to find an inn to live in, but recently the city was full of people, and they only found a large dilapidated manor.

After everyone cleaned up briefly, they went to rest, and Hou Bufan chatted with the Buddha shrine for a while, and then went to the backyard.

After coming here, he shuddered unconsciously and muttered, "What a gloomy place!"

Walking forward a long yard, he found that behind a huge rockery, there was a faint figure shaking, and the sudden change frightened him to take a step back.

"What's wrong with me, scare yourself!" said with a smirk, touching his hair.

After becoming a little bolder, he slowly explored forward, and after walking like this for about ten minutes, he suddenly found that he could not enter the space.

I wanted to find a way out of here, but I found that the surroundings were like a labyrinth, and I couldn't get out at all.

Hou Bufan also beat a little drum in his heart, and muttered: "There can't really be ghosts, right? What do I think? How can there be ghosts in this world!"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew, giving people a feeling of going to hell.

After trembling for a while, he raised his skill to the maximum, and while on guard, he said sharply: "Where did the little thief come from, dare to pretend to be a ghost and scare your grandfather!"

"Scare Grandpa, scare Grandpa, scare Grandpa, scare Grandpa, Grandpa!"

As the voice became smaller and smaller, Hou Bufan's heart was about to jump to his throat, and a strange crow sound sounded.

"Ahh

"Destroy your ancestors for eighteen generations, you eighteen generations, eighteen generations, eight generations, generations, generations!"

Hou Bufan was about to collapse, and after this ghostly voice became more and more infiltrating, he unconsciously took a few steps back.

'Click!' came from under his feet, and when he jumped up, he saw that the ground was full of skulls, and he fell to the clearing beside him with a pale face.

Before he could stand up, there was a feeling of someone touching his back.

After turning around and punching it, I found that there was no one behind me, and when I was wondering, I felt a gentle stroke on my back.

This time, he really felt that his belief in not believing in ghosts and gods before was being denied by him little by little.

The more he thought about it, the more frightening he felt, but fortunately, he calmed down quickly, immediately put his hands together, and recited: "Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to know it, and it is the same ......."

The Heart Purifying Mantra was indeed extraordinary, which made his originally nervous mood relax a lot, and when the mantra in his mouth became louder and louder, his heart quickly returned to calm.

After looking around, I was almost scared to death this time, what kind of rockery is this, a mountain of white bones that is completely made up of white bones.

When the white bones all over the ground emitted a little green light, some of the white bones exuded a little bit of murderous aura and resentment.

"I, I don't care if you're a human or a ghost! Hurry up, let me out, or I'll kill you!" Hou Bufan was a little slurred when he spoke at this time, and said while stepping back.

After taking a dozen steps back, he felt as if he had hit something, and when he turned his head to look, he didn't find anything.

"Ghost, ghost retaining wall!"

Before the words fell, he remembered some horror movies he had watched in his previous life, and after countless pictures flashed in his heart, he felt like he was in hell.

"Prisoner! Hou Bufan, you have killed too much in your life, and now you will be hit in the eighteenth layer of hell, and you will never be able to be reborn!"

When he just wanted to turn around and escape, he found that black and white were impermanent, and after tying himself with chains, he jumped up and pulled the chains and slowly walked forward.

Hou Bufan's consciousness at this time was very vague, and the only belief in his heart was: he was guilty!

After walking forward for dozens of minutes, the slight sound under his feet made him wake up instantly.

In the blink of an eye, I was in a dark and damp place, and there was a 'whine' sound everywhere around me.

When he saw clearly, he shouted in a panic: "Zombie, zombie!"

A large group of rotting zombies, with a 'whining' sound, were rapidly approaching him.

After having the idea that he didn't want to sit still, he began to gather his strength, but because he couldn't fully concentrate his mental power, he could exert less than half of his ability at most.

After a tall zombie approached, when he poked his hands forward, he took a bloody mouth with a strong corpse smell and bit Hou Bufan's neck.

Although he was afraid, out of the instinct of survival, when he flashed to the side, he hit a palm with golden internal force, killing the zombie in front of him in an instant.

As soon as the leader zombie died, the zombies behind not only did not retreat, but they rushed over even more frantically.

After shuttling among them, Hou Bufan remembered that there was a hidden machete on his back.

With a weapon, he can kill zombies more than twice as fast as before.

After fighting hard for several hours, Hou Bufan finally finished killing the zombies around him, and before he had time to rest, the scene in front of him changed again.

It was an empty clearing, so dark that it was only faintly visible, some large obstacles.

"Hou Bufan, you brutally killed! We are here to pay for your life!"

After a voice sounded like the depths of the Nine Shadows, Hou Bufan recognized the figure in front of him, he was the first person he killed.

The heart that had just been firmed up was completely shaken at this time, and he moved to the left in fear.

The more he walked, the more frightened he became, but he remembered the Buddha shrine in his mind, and immediately followed his example and recited: "Nam-no, Amitabhara, Dortagada night, Dordi night, Amili Dubharvi, Amiriddo, Sidhampha ......"

As soon as the scripture sounded, the previous voice was no longer sounding, and as time passed, even the surrounding figures quickly disappeared.

Ten minutes later, Hou Bufan stopped and recited: "Big brother's death spell is really powerful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he found himself back to the previous rockery, and there was no change in his surroundings.

"I see! This should be the phantom array arranged by the predecessors! Those who enter it will be troubled by their own demons!"

In order to confirm his thoughts, he slowly walked a long way, and after not finding the slightest problem, he was looking for a way out.

After the mood of vigilance relaxed, when he lowered his head and pondered, a voice like a dragon and a non-dragon sounded, and a dragon corpse with a whole body as black as ink and many decomposing parts on his body appeared in front of him.

After seeing it, Hou Bufan no longer believed that this was a phantom array, because the bizarre story that happened to him made him have to believe that there are really ghosts in this world!